The Story of the Ordinary Girl

The presence of Andi

"Andi!" I was surprised to see the man on the Ninja-branded sports bike unlock his helmet. "Ngapain Ndi?" imbuhku.

"Wait for you!" answer it briefly.

I swallowed the saliva, confused for words. Although I finally ventured to make small talk.

"How are you doing Ndi?" my many.

"Not good! I've been waiting two nights. I was waiting for you at the terminal, but you never were. You're coming down here?" chirping. There was a hint of anger I felt from his speech.

"Why wait for me too? I usually go back myself."

Andi suddenly came down from his motorbike and grabbed my hand.he courageously clasped my hand, who was carrying a paper bag given by Mother.

"I like you! that's why every night I wait for you. I want to always meet you, want to be close to you, even if only for a moment on foot to your house."

For a moment I was stunned, I already thought she had feelings for me. But I didn't know if I would meet him here tonight. I immediately took his hand out of my hand. Which he repeatedly recovers.

"Sorry, Id. I'm .. I'm not! I don't have the same feeling loe, "I'm backtracking. And, forcibly taking off his hand.

"But Dis! I love you so much."

Andi was still trying to hold my hand, again and again.

"Tea! Sorry late, Apoy was 88, but suddenly, Barakh appeared from the side of the road behind me.

"Gue first! it's been picked up" I told Andi.

I feel very grateful for the arrival of Barakh at this time. His arrival was like giving me a way out to run from Andi.

"Loe was Riki's friend, right?" barakh asked Andi.

Andi just nodded and smiled wryly. Responding to Barakh's question.

I got on the back of the bike Barakh was riding. After handing the backpack and paper bag to put on the front of the motorcycle seat.

"First yes" I said to Andi. Then invited Barakh to leave immediately by patting his back.

"First up, bro!" Barakh also took the time to leave before advancing his bike.

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"Assalamualaikum," my greeting, as I began to enter the house.

"waalaikumsalam, how about yourself? Where's barakh?" Umi, questioning Barakh's unseen existence.

"Who's he going to the house is the name? who likes to be called the Bogel ... That bogel," I replied, after kissing the back of Umi's hand.

"Ooh! Do not know Umi also what her name is, People also called Bogel mulu."

"The room was Mi, really cape! Oh, I almost forgot. This is a deposit from Alexa's mother," I who had stepped into the room, turned again to hand over the paper bag given by Alexa to me.

"What's this?"

"Regular! By-by."

"Yes there! Don't forget to shower, eat, pray, keep resting."

"Yes Umi ..," I pinched the squash on the cheek with both hands.

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The sound of the bathroom door I opened. It was so fresh after I cleaned it. Still with a towel wrapped around from chest to thigh, I sat in front of the mirror in my room. The hair that I rolled while taking a shower and was pierced with a toothbrush, slowly sagged as I pulled it out.

I often use a toothbrush as a skewer when I forget to bring it into the bathroom. So that my hair is not wet with water splashing.

I rarely comb my hair because without combing my hair is very neat. With my fingers I trim my hair.

After putting on my pajamas to sleep, I immediately went out of the room. To fill the stomach that has begun to rumble.

I brought my food plate to the living room. And, eat there while enjoying the television show. I don't really like eating at the dinner table. In fact, sometimes our family prefers to roll out mats or carpets in the family room to eat together. It always feels better and warmer.

While enjoying the food on my plate, Barakh suddenly appeared and plucked the crackers I was just about to eat.

"In the kitchen there are many, many" I hit Barakh's hand with a small blow.

"There is only one stingy elaah" Barakh devoured the crackers with a single hap.

"O yes! who's you using on the bike?" I asked Barakh who was moving a television canel with a remote in his hand.

"Don't you just take him to '88?"

"Yes!"

"How does he go home? Ateh thought you were using Bogel's motor."

"That, Apoy was about to go with Bogel. Coincidentally Barakh pinjem is the motor, so the Bogel can do his job first. He'll follow Apoy there,"

"Loe doesn't take people, does she?"

"Yes not Tea, they thank you ma Barakh. The motorbike is gasoline, Apoy can meet the meeting on time, Bogel can do his job, but still can nemenin Apoy fit home."

I smiled and gave the sign of a thumb to my only beloved brother.

"Loe's college is good?"

"Alhamdulillah smoothly Tea,"

"O yes, this week if so. Ateh wants to buy a motorbike, then we can use both. Patience, Ateh can only buy now. Because thank God his savings in shaa Allah is enough to buy a motorbike."

"Seriously, Tea!" Barakh was so enthusiastic about hearing my plan. And, I answered her question with a smile and a nod.

"Yes! Yup! Yup! Finally, I can have a motor." Barakh prancing around wiggling his body, it seemed like it was a pleasure to hear I was about to buy a motorbike.

"What credit does Cash Tea buy?" ask Barakh back.

"Loe doesn't know?"

"Wiiih cool emang Atehku this one, the best anyway." Barakh hugged me and pinched both of my cheeks.

"Tie me!" I screamed, for almost all the food on my plate was spilled by his behavior.

"Sorry, sorry." Barakh cupped his hands together in front of his chest.

"O yes! Riki's friend, why is Ateh?" coined. It seemed that Barakh was also curious about Riki's whereabouts at that place.

"Why not, I just happened to meet you there. So yeah, we're having a chat."

"So nothing is the same with him?" her successful tan made me choke.

"Well! Loh, ampe sprain tuh. Don't-don't," he added.

"Aer .. aer!" Barakh immediately ran to the fridge to get some water. After seeing me having trouble speaking.

"Eat him! If you eat it, drink tea" Barakh offered me a glass of cold water.

I then grabbed the glass Barakh gave me, and drank it with a breath.

Barakh was still faithful beside me, though several light blows landed on his body from my hands.

"Sick Tea! Uhh!" he complained while avoiding.

Barakh got up from sitting next to me. He walked into the kitchen and picked up a jar of white crackers of different colors on each side.

Right now Barakh is sitting down, covered in a fur rug he had a title for before sitting down. For a moment he looked over and teased me back.

"Hayooo, is there anything?" Full of grunts that made me successfully land a sofa pillow on his face.

I got up from my seat, and started walking towards the kitchen. After I finished eating, I washed the dishes that were still in the sink. There was only one plate and one glass there. Plus the old plates I ate. Maybe it's a plate Barakh used to eat, because only he who usually finishes eating does not wash his cutlery.

While doing the dishes, Barakh came up to me and told me that there were guests who wanted to see me.

Curiosity and annoyance also perched. This is not a good time to visit. And, of course I wonder, who these nights come to visit. Because when I asked Barakh, Barakh told me to see for myself.

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