The Rainiest Woman

Episode 3

Surely at that time Dion's motorbike was parked in the meatballs shop Fat mas, and Syawal also parked his motorbike on the edge of his motorbike Dion neatly, we went down and sat at a table that had three chairs. Shawwal looks gentle once at that time, he prepared one more seat for me, open your heart little may time, ‘gak good also nyuekin nih child, later I ‘because karma even danger.

 

“Eh, we pesen baso what yes?” ask Nayla.

“Yes, according to each taste, Nay,” reply Dion.

“I'm a tennis baso, Nay,”.

“Ih, the mainstream is very lo, Pris. Like I dong pesen his mine baso,” replied Nayla.

‘Ya bodo very, want to base mines, baso grenades, nuclear baso, indeed I thinkin’ muramku.

“Yaudah I am the same as, Prisa,” Syawal said.

‘Yes very cool really this child, indeed I will melt it lo, which is even tacky' my inner again.

“Oh, so baso tennis two, baso mine one, I order tekwan aja deh,” said Dion.

“Yang, come on don't be shy! We're this again in the shop baso, anyways tekwan it eat kayak what try?” Nayla's confused.

“Then you don't know Tekwan, Yang. It was lo, who packed the peanut sauce,” Dion replied.

“Eh, anjirrrrr! That's mah batagor,” Nayla symb.

‘Basic b3go! Tekwan aja ‘gak know, tekwan it ‘kan special food palembang’ my inner.

“Mas-mas here dong, we want to pesen nih,” call Nayla.

“Iya, Ma'am. What message do you want?” the waiter approached.

“2 servings of tennis baso and 2 servings of mine baso. Mas if you can, his baso pentol from beef in love , yes.” Guyon Nayla's.

“There is aja lo, Nay. ‘gak Mas, joking doang, yaudah it aja,” said I feel bad because of Nayla's behavior.

“Yes, Ma'am, gapapa, this is not all his drink, Ma'am?”

“ Uh, yes, we order a drink what, yes?” said Dion.

“I iced oranges,” I said.

“I also iced orange,” reply Shawwal.

‘Eh oath nih son, very nice, like baby tau lo, nothing ngikut, anything mau’ my inner.

“Kok you guys are like that? Envy of tau. Yang, we order iced tea only two, let's equal, ‘kan romantic,” said Nayla.

"I'm kind of like you, Yang." replied Dion.

'What the hell, disgust know my inner 'no

“Oke, Ma'am, in wait ya!”

While the baso we ordered was being made by the mamang, Nayla and Dion were affectionate as people did not have morals in front of me and Shawwal, they thought I would be that hot? I'm a relaxed person, I don't like drama anyway. But strange, from earlier Shawwal ‘gak ngajakin I said, is Pdkt diem-dieman ‘gini.

 

Baso that we ordered also, but in my baso bowl a lot of added. Ah, how the hell, I would be ‘gak appetite if ‘gini mah. From mubazir ‘gak eaten, meningan I split aja added first. Not too long ago I misahin nih added, Nayla looks bored like running a marathon 20 km, her face covered in sweat.

 

“Pedes knows. Huuh, haah, huuh, haaah, crazy hustle,” replied Nayla.

“Kok hasn't eaten his baso, Pris?” ask Syawal astonished.

“Ah, this lo, I do not like to add, then this will be separated first,” I replied.

“Wah so bothered, yes. Yaudah separate gih,” replied Shawwal.

In the end, each of us had spent the baso that we had ordered, only I was a bit soft, want how else, the mass added that much is quite time consuming as well it turns out.

We went home and got separated at the intersection. Shawwal drove me home. Ah, I remember the geeky young man the other day, if not the wrong name Sata Naja, but I prefer to call him a geeky man, yes because it is geeky.

Along the way I was confused to think about the opinion of father and mother if I saw me at the house by a guy, who there they even misunderstood, after all I was not necessarily the same guy, anyway, Good thing about the person, but I have not fancied it, the end he is stiff and handsome, plus he was following like there is no establishment aja ‘gitu, it at least makes me think ‘eh, like never before deh’

But I do not close my heart to anyone who wants to sneaketin, anyone, if it can make me fall in love, yes I am sure. But most importantly the guy must grow up, I ‘do not want to be taught to play roller coaster as well as the same unstable attitude of men.

“Wal, it's my house, which is in the corner,” said me while pointing at the direction of the house.

“Oh, that one, yaudah bertar again until,” replied Shawwal.

‘Aduh, there is another mother in front, ‘how? Really Males if asked questionsin’ my inner.

“Eh, Ndok, already home, invited to enter first his friend gih,” said mother.

“Do not bother, Mom. I want to go straight home,” replied Shawwal.

“O, yaudah, be careful on the road yes, son,” reply mom.

“Still yes, Wal,”.

“ Come, Mom. Pris I pulan first yes,” Syawal said.

“Oke.”

Finally at home, and I can lay down on a soft mattress and hug my favorite teddy. Ah, but there is still one more problem, I have to explain about Shawwal to the mother before the picture of the father's ears, and even more complicated the problem.

“Bu, that was a motorcycle taxi driver, well now it's good, a friendly taxi driver yes, Mom,” I said with a forced laugh.

“Lah, motorcycle taxi driver, Ndok. But kok handsome yes, kirain mom your boyfriend,” replied mom.

“Haha, no, Bu.” I'm glad you believe.

“But when do you bring your girlfriend, your age is now married, Ndok. Don't overdue,” mama.

“Pris instead of not wanting to marry, Mom, ‘kan mate in the hands of god, emang has not come aja times, mother who is patient, yes.”

“Yes if mom is up to you, Ndok, but your father is lo, stubborn, ‘gak can be talked about, mom ‘gak want you to snatch-cribute continue with your father, Ndok.”

“Iya, Mom. Later if it is there and suitable, Pris want to get married, but it is not there now, if it is like a beard fire later even danger loh, Mom, but now it is not there, ‘kan many that in the movies are married to the husband of the person, indeed Mother wants, the only child Mother has the unlucky fate of the kayak,”, I said.

“Hus, don't say that, say that prayer, yaudah you shower there.”

After opening the shoes, still in the guest room and had not had time to enter the room, you have come and nagged.

“Pris ‘how? Do you have a candidate yet? If not, ado lo temen the father who wants to apply for his son, he is a graduate of s2 at UGM, now a lecturer, want yes father knowsin,” woo the father.

“Hah, again Sir?” I'm appalled.