THE SMITH'S (A Sequel Of Not Just Friends)
PART 15'S
😘 BULE KOPLAK NGESELIN!😘
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“Lo dreadin me Yes Brother, lo ga no right treat me like gini!.” Prita said sharply to John already
keep him and John away from Tristan. “Lo, not who – who I am! Know lo?!.”
“I don’t care! (I don't care! ).” John leaned his face on Prita. “You, follow Brother John home now!.”
“Gue don't want to!. Wanting you there who went home.” Prita.
“OK!.” John Sahut. “Have fun with him (Happy – be happy with him ) ... But...”
Prita stopped his steps, John half turned around.
“But do not blame Brother John, if until Papa and Mama know the behavior of his youngest child who likes to play to
Club night.”
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John was behind the wheel of his car. He had a flat face and seemed focused behind the wheel,
but in his heart he laughed with satisfaction.
His threat to Prita earlier, successfully made the girl in the end come with him.
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The flash back
“But do not blame Brother John, if until Papa and Mama know the behavior of his youngest child who likes to play to
Club.”
“Lo ngancem me?.”
“...”
“Kak!.”
“...”
“Sister John wait!.”
“Hem?.”
“OK, I'm coming home. But I said it was my Pa-Car!.”
“Two minutes.”
“Crazy yes lo?!.”
“Start from now.”
Tiit.
“Ngeselin!.”
“Udah come!.”
Flash back off
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“This is not the road to Dad and Mom's house or Papa Mama's house.”
“Indeed not.”
“Lo has ruined my show eating my romantic mallem earlier, instead of you insisting I go home?!.”
Cerocos Prita who was in upset mode was half dead.
‘How to – because of him I failed dapet girlfriend!.’ Inner Prita. ‘Tuh new guy wants to shoot me like, but this sibule koplak kege-damaged everything, anyway know where the hell I was there earlier?! Aarrrgh.... fucking emang!.’ Still grumbling in the heart. ‘T’rus this he wants to take me where anyway?.’ Asking themselves.
“Sister John hungry.”
John stopped his car in front of the lobby of a five-star hotel in Jakarta. And a Vallet officer approached John's car.
“Kalo laper to restaurant! Not to the hotel!. You can also eat at home!.” Prita said very loudly.
“Kalo in hotel can eat you.” John flat.
“What?!..”
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Slowly John got out of his car.
“Ayo.”
Open the car door next to Prita, and the girl flinch.
“Ayo ...” John is back in voice. “You haven't eaten yet, have you?.”
“Gue don't want to!.” Prita still sat down and she opened her hands.
“Sister John count to three, if it doesn't move Brother John is carrying.” John lowered his body, and now his face was right in front of Prita's face.
The deg!.
“One.” John began to count. “Two.”
“Iya yes! I'm down!. Look out for elonya!.” Said Prita who was afraid of being carried by John and could not stand being stared at from super close range by the – man.
John pulled out his half body again that he had subdued. He again stood up straight and grinned ignorantly and satisfied cake without seeing Prita.
“Well, satisfied lo?!.” Prita got out of the car and said half a glare at John who then immediately closed the car door.
“Ayo.” John thrust out half his arm so that Prita would wrap her hand there. And the Vallet officer took over John's car for parking.
“Ngapain I have to go with – gandeng lo!. Go ahead!.” Again – again Prita talk with ketus.
John did not change his hand. “Circle your hands here.” John spoke with his usual tone.
“Ogah!. Ntar allegedly I cabe – cabe who want to check in the same subscription!.” Prita Sahut.
“Put your hands here, or Brother John's carrying.”
‘Ish ni person...’.
Inner Prita grumbled, but in the end she did as well as John told her to. He held one hand over John's arm.
Again – again John turns one lip up. His mind smiled widely.
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“Why sit there?.” Said John when he had brought Prita into one of the Italian restaurants in the hotel.
Prita just shut up, didn't say. The girl was holding her cock.
“Prita..”.
“Gue wants to sit where it's my business.”
John pulled one corner of his lips again. “Ya already.”
“Ih, what the hell lo?.” Prita's protest was a little surprised because John moved to sit next to him.
“Buonasera Signore John, Signorina .. (Goodnight, Mr. John, Miss ).”
A waiter greeted John and Prita kindly.
“Si Signore ( Yes Sir ).”
“Tell him to make me my favorite food (Tell him to make me my favorite food ).” John Speaks in English.
“Ce n'e to altro? (Is there anything else? ).”
“What do you want to order Prita?.” Ask John to Prita.
“Gue ga laper.”
“Due porzioni per il mio ordine prima (Two servings for food I ordered earlier ).”
‘Wuih jago.’ Inner Prita amazed at the sibule koplak interrupya.
“Si Signore (Good Mr ). Mi scusi (Excuse me ).”
"Has a habit of looking at it.” John looked at Prita who was looking at him.
“Pede!.” Prita threw away his gaze, John chuckled. The two are silent, until the food ordered by John comes and the Chef himself who serves it to John and Prita.
“You want to order again?.” John asked Prita as he finished his meal. Prita. “Ya already let's go home.” John raises his hand to the waiter and then asks for bill and moves on when he is done.
“Aaan?.” Prita looked at John who was already standing but not yet moving walking.
“Ga see Brother John's hand.” John said as he glanced at his arm that had been positioned like the first time he and Prita came.
“Ogah!.” Prita refused.
“One.” John says.
“Ish!.” Prita snorted in annoyance, but she ended up wrapping her hand around John's. “Lo nih, yes. People – people who wriggle this slide like lo, surely they think I'm sugar baby lo, tau ga?!.”
Prita half whispered loudly. But John was smiling at her.
‘Eh?.’ Prita is surprised that John releases Prita's hand which is coiled around his arm but now he embraces Priwitan's waist. “Lo what the hell?.”
“If sugar baby should be embraced like this right?.”
“Lo new yes!!!....” Angry Prita slow. ‘Pengen I check it feels this om – om.’
‘Hahaha.’ John did not answer Prita's protest and kept going.
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“Kak! That's enough!.” Prita looked at John intensely with her displeased face, as John had already driven his car.
“For?.” John replied relaxed.
“For what you said?!.” Sahut Prita ketus. “Yes for what you've done tonight!.”
“Why?.” John was still casually responding.
“Why did you say?!. You ruined my show with Tristan tonight, and you embarrassed me in the cloud!. Still wondering why?!.” Prita issued unek – uneknya.
But John did not answer. Prita grunts annoyed.
“Kak! Lo denger ga I said?!.”
“Listen.” John is still relaxed while driving.
“You want what the hell?!. Huh?!.”Prita spontaneously pulled out John's arm, making the – men turn their heads.
“You asked me what Brother John?.”
“Iya what?!.”
“You stopped behaving like this same Brother John!.” John's voice was high. He was looking for a place to pull his car over.
“Emang my attitude like what is the same lo?. It's normal, right?!.”
“Custom?!. Your attitude is as old as this Brother John, you say ordinary?!.”
Prita VS John's.
“This is my most ordinary attitude yes same lo!.”
“Can you lower your tone?.”
“Why do you like it?! DON'T TALK TO ME!.”
“Sister John said lower your tone!.” John's voice went up while staring intently at Prita who seemed surprised to hear John like he was snapping at him. “Can?. Talk in the usual tone?.”
Prita did not answer. He threw away his sight. His eyes are already glazed – glass. John breathed his breath.
“Hobi lo jerking me, belom ilang also turned out.”
“Prita is not so mean Brother John, sorry, Brother John did not mean to yell at you earlier.”
“You lo what?.”
Prita said softly while rubbing roughly a tear on her cheek. John noticed.
“Sister John knew that Brother John was wrong at that time for yelling at you, judging you, making you feel humiliated at that time. Brother John just wanted to apologize Prita ..”
John stroked Prita's head, throwing his gaze out the window of the car next to him.
“Basi.” Prita Sahut. Ketus, but slowly.
“Yes because you never gave Brother John a chance to apologize.” Said John. “Nearly two years Prita, you ignored Brother John. Fulfill more precisely. Never mind apologizing directly, you even blocked Brother John from all communication access, avoiding Brother John, as if – if Kak John is your worst enemy.”
“Gue heartache you know ga?!.”
“Iya Prita, Brother John knows Prita is heartbroken Brother John.” Said John who now grabbed both arms of Prita and made them face to face. “Almost two years Brother John is chasing your apologies. You know what John Kak feels like, huh?. John just wanted to apologize. That's it.”
Prita threw away his sight. A tear fell down again and he immediately wiped it off.
“Sorry Brother John yes?.” Said John while rubbing Prita's slightly wet cheeks.
“Udah I'm sorryin from when tau.”
“Well why keep antagonizing Brother John up to that long?.”
“Because of my splints cross!.” Prita looked at John now with a voice and a thin face.
Prita's chest appears to rise and fall withstanding resentment.
“Yes already Brother John should how, let's be upset you lost for almost two years is gone, hem?.” John smiled with a smile.
“Tau!.” Timpal Prita again threw away his sight. ‘Damn it, put on a smile cake so all. I want to sosor!.’ Batin Prita monologue.
“You Want Brother John to kiss?.”
“Do not macem – macem lo!.”
Prita swerved and leaned herself roughly on the back of the seat she was sitting on.
“Hahahaha.” John was laughing.
“Back!.” Prita's orders while revealing his hands.
“Iya, yes Young Miss.” John started his car back. “Create first if it's dong.” John shakes his hand to shake. Prita.
“Norak!.”
“Page first dong let afdol get better.” Said John.
“Do not ge-er lo. Who says I want to be better, who?.”
“Ya already, if you want to kiss?.” John plays his eyebrows.
“Ih Impure!.” Prita glanced at him cynically. ‘Bule koplak ngeselin make my heart deg – deg – an. Want to get kissed mah.’
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To be continue....
