The Ojek That's My Soul

Ngajak.

🌳🌳Any good body.

One day, it will be dammed into a burrow.

Eaten by maggots and in caterpillars.

But not with the soul.

For he will be lifted up to heaven to face HIS Robb.

Then, will we face the divine with an ugly soul?

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"Cock to be surprised? "

"Congwould ya? "

ask the driver who is proficient in driving a two-wheeled vehicle, even though the vehicle is legendary.

However, it is bad at driving the heart of the adorable girl.

They had been together for almost three months.

However, there is no over-reaction. In fact, signs or signals that signal themselves to go forward or back.

But the little heart said:

I will not go home before the war!

Don't go out before it flares!

Until this is where Rojali, issued the core or the last step of his struggle.

Whatever the outcome will be.

May the heart be ready to receive.

"Eh, no si, "

"Just think this is where we're going? "

"Kok, not by the usual road? "

Fatimah answered trying to cover up her anxiety.

"Dragon, you want to eat, "

"Don't call it where, it's soup, hehe. "

Rojali chuckled, while imagining the confused look of this girl in his bonceng.

"But, use maen all the antidepressants,"

fatimah protest pretended to sulk.

Although it looks cute, but the tip of his lips still arches a smile.

In his heart he was actually cheering.

Because, the nature of the woman is most happy if given a surprise.

I feel like a wituh.

Finally Rojali slowed down the speed of the Jambul wheel.

Because now they enter the parking background of a small cafe.

Although not too big and wide.

Not accommodating many visitors.

However, this cafe is quite interesting with its simple architecture but creates a calming and romantic impression.

With shaded lights and paint colors that are not too flashy.

And chairs and tables that are oval in shape.

Fatimah circulated her gaze around the building.

Until his gaze stopped on a chair pulled by Rojali.

"Please, Queen, "

said the young man while lowering his head.

Fatimah tekkeh slowly, then hit Rojali's shoulder slowly.

"What si? "

"You want me to eat what drama maen? "

he said half-whispered for fear of hearing other visitors.

Because Rojali's attitude just now had invited some kepo eyes to glance at the two of them.

"Ngajak ngelenong, "

the circus Rojali was anxious, while pulling a chair for him.

It seemed, this girl in front of him could not be romanticized.

(Aish, being sweet is even considered drama maen)

(Free two hours I watch drakor)

(Just opening I've been in the open)

Then a waiter approached them greeting them kindly and prodding the menu book.

"You want what pesen? "

Unlock two lovebirds whose official bells speak.

Rojali smelled his smile.

So did Fatimah, she lowered her face to hide her smile.

"Same on! "

They were both aghast and finally laughed, because they had spoken twice simultaneously.

said the maid, stopping the two.

Before answering, they looked at each other.

Until in the end, Fatimah chose a menu of betawi meat soto and a glass of hot squeezed orange.

"OK, soto betawi one and ribs burn one yes, "

"Then the drink, hot squeezed orange and sweet iced tea. "

The waiter repeated the order he wrote in the menu notebook.

"Please wait! "

The lady maid who was dressed modestly also resigned.

After the waiter died, there was confusion between the two of them.

Fatimah decided to tinker with her salary.

He felt troubled when sitting face to face with the man who always made him laugh.

Very consciously, he knew that the man before him, was watching him deeply and intensely.

(Stop napa si, watch me)

(Directly cramp this cheek I nahan groggy)

Although his netra stared fully into the six-inch screen.

But the tail of his eyes, watching the gestures and gestures of the man sitting across from his desk.

(Ni girl huh, why even busy maenin hape si?)

(Gue's cool like this, not seen the same time as him?)

"Sir, actually..., "

"Sorry, Bang, I went to the toilet first yeah, "

farewell to Fatimah and soon passed from that tense place.

"Huuhhh, you want to talk even in staying, "

Rojali sighed and spread her back on the chair.

He rubbed his face slowly.

(Did he have the same feeling?)

(Why he seems to be avoiding)

Rojali scratched her hair, then tidied it up again.

He stretched out his hand.

Breathe deeply, and encourage himself by clenching his hands in the air.

"Hamasah! "

(There is no easy struggle, right?)

(It's even just the beginning)

That confident smile was again painted on his beautiful face.

He even got in the lyrics of some of the women there.

Even the whispers were caught in the senses of Rojali's listeners.

"Kok I've seen that? "

"What a handsome baby! "

"Yes, the artist isn't he? "

"Like her husband Marsya and d'bear yes, uh, Marsya Timothy mkasudnya. "

The three women also snorted at the same time.

Rojali turned her gaze to the outside window.

Looking at the evening sky almost at dusk.

He breathed his breath slowly.

(It's gini, if I'm groomed)

In the female toilet.

Fatimah repeatedly wiped her face with cold water flowing from the faucet in the sink.

He looked at his face in the mirror.

Fortunately, the toilet cafe is quiet.

"Well, "

He breathed his breath hard.

Throw away something that had been squeezing his chest earlier.

He tidied his wide pasmina.

Drying his face with a tissue.

Then a little moisturizing.

"What does he want to do? "

"It can't be like what's in my head, right? "

"No, no...,"

Fatimah shook her head while closing her eyes.

"But..., what if yes? "

What is neng, wkwkwkwkwk...

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