The Sons of Sultan

Chicken Porridge Breakfast

this morning Artha was complete with her school uniform while reflecting with a humming cheerful look at her neat appearance. Although the shape of the tie is not like a school tie in general, Artha quickly adapted to not feel strange anymore when he first saw the tie model that he thought was similar to this ribbon shape.

"I'm taking hp what aren't ya?" ask her to yourself as her hand grips her phone. In the end he decided to take her, just in case to go home later.

"Artha, remember the advice of parents. Just entering the new school first should look for a friend first, not look for problems. This isn't your village" his mother recalled. Yes, mama urged Artha to tell her about her school.

"Yes, Ma. That guy's the one who's looking for trouble first, not me."

"Good, this kid!"

The debate between the mother and son stopped after the father came to break up and took out the pic car up from the garage. Go take Artha to school first, then leave for work.

Artha asked to be dropped off at the end of the intersection of the highway where the school was located, not until the front gate, lazy to experience events like last night. Still having healthy legs to walk not far away to get to the front of the main gate of the school building, the car passed leaving Artha.

Artha is a brave and confident girl, walk away and do not care about the people who have been looking at her.

Not until one minute walk, the sound of the motor horn that followed him was forced to stop his steps. Turning around the body staring confused at the figure of the man who had opened his helmet, still remembered with his face but did not know his name.

"Kok you get down here?"

"Why indeed?" Instead of answering, ask back. His body shifted slightly away from the guy who came down from the motor approaching him.

"Ehem,, um!!"

"What?" Artha was confused.

"Lo don't know me?"

"What do you need to know?"

"Yes got to know, dong. We're going to school, so we need to get to know each other."

"Oh, that!"

"Ahk, yes. My name is Garrick."

Artha was still silent not shaking this guy's hand, a moment later he stretched out his hand. "Arthauli's."

"Beautiful name" Garrick said.

"Oh, thanks. But I don't have any money to pay for your praise just now" Artha said with a small smile. Somehow he quickly assumed that Garrick was a good student and probably not like a student in his class. Alright Artha, don't be so funny.

"Dadith! You do not have to pay with all the money, I have a lot of money. What if I eat breakfast before we go to school?"

"Eh. That's just kidding!" Artha.

"But my compliments weren't kidding, and this breakfast invitation is a serious one. Let me have breakfast first!!"

"No want! It's crete, uh the bike's high times. How's this ride going??"

Fast movement, Garrick took the initiative to help Artha ride the bike.

For a moment their gazes met, silently enjoying each other's heartbeat. Garrick's hand was on Artha's back to support the body, their faces were only five centi apart, the roar of breath felt warm on the cheeks.

One second, 30 seconds..1 minutes..!!

"Darahhh!!"

"Sorry," said Garrick.

"So breakfast, right? The bells know."

"Okee! Hold my waist tight, yeah!"

Neutralize the heartbeat first, relaxss. Turning to take his bike to where Garrick usually stops for breakfast, this morning there was a little debate at the dinner table that made his breakfast taste lost.

"Yes amplopp!! If you look around Garrick is handsome too, why did I just realize anyway? Pantesan last night these girls were crazy times playing basketball. But how he wants yes, same me, but I'm a village. Ahhhh! They'll probably bother me again because they're close to Garrick, ck. Judah, that's the business later. Now let's enjoy being piggybacked, when else will I come!"

"Ouch, salting me. No hypocrite, but Artha is beautiful and sweet. It's just that, if you look closely, Artha has not been too routine facial care. Ahk, don't be Garrick. She's not a menor girl, Artha's a different version. He didn't know my name yet, even if he knew who I was, I had a lot of fans at school. Can't he just not enjoy playing basketball last night? "

Mumbled in each other's hearts, until the motor stopped in front of the porridge vendor's stall not far from the intersection where they had been. Garrik helps Artha down from her piggy bank, removing the carefully-worn helmet Artha wears.

Choosing to sit in the corner of the wall ordering two servings of chicken porridge, chatting with each other the first thing Artha saw in this stall. Orders came and ate with wisdom as soon as Artha's face sparkled praising the special taste of porridge on her tongue. Garrick did not feel awkward or embarrassed to see how Artha had not regularly eaten the porridge, painstakingly teaching her without caring about the people around her who ate like them as well. Naturally Artha is still barbaric, this is the first time the girl and just came to live in the capital. Don't forget to exchange mobile numbers.

Artha had felt inferior, thanks to Garrick's persuasion he did not feel inferior anymore. Honestly speaking. It has breakfast also from home, but the stomach is still able to accommodate food again.

"Lo want no, Later at night or the day after, we can also ride a motorcycle together around the city?"

"You, tiger, tiger!" pekik Artha antusia's.

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"I don't accept that the village girl is actually on the same path as Garrick!" sulkan Otha jealous.

"What else am I!"

"Huh?" Otha and Fana stared at Ashira intimidating the sahutan of Adhira.

"Y-yes. I also do not like to see Artha deket same gebetan my own friend, that is my point," said Artha gelagapan dodging. Even though he feels jealous.

"iiiihih! Thanks, Ash. I feel the same way as your friend." Otha felt moved to embrace Ashira.

"Dad." Ashira just smiled wryly.

Fana's car passed when Garrick's motorbike turned around. Obviously they saw Artha who was piggybacked by Garrik.

After entering the class, they decided to go to Garrick's class. Sure enough, Garrick isn't in his class yet. The more confident with their vision earlier, Artha had also not come until now.

"Gue had to take revenge for what he did last night. Because of the village chicks, our stomachs mules, my feet are so hot fucking ointment!" Fana cursed Artha.

After they finish the drink from Arha, suddenly the stomach feels heartburn like stirring. Not to mention that Fana's feet felt very hot after the ointment was smeared. Healing is healing, but the heat is.

"So we have to grieve over what chick?" ask Otha.

Fana smiling devil whispered something to these two friends.

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