TRUE LOVE.

CALLING ANTON

Bimo urgently in the garden behind his house, continues to ride his own bike because he is not loved out playing by his mother.

Bimo then fell asleep because he was tired in the gazebo in his garden, while looking at the afternoon sky.

"Huh.. how bored I am, mother is so stingy anyway? though it's a beautiful afternoon, usually this weekend riding a bicycle around the complex with inspiration and others, it's fun, what else while looking at beautiful girls" he murmured himself.

"And how beautiful it is to see fresh, ah. when did I grow up like Reno? so I can have a real girl, I want to have a lot of girls later" he muttered continuously fantasizing, as he realized his father was standing next to the gazebo hearing all his delusions.

"Wait wait! but father and mother will not allow it to happen, yes at least I have to be independent and successful, like Reno, still in school but already working, and have my own money, he said, tampa ask again the same old man, wah. surely the beautiful girls will be klepek-clepek same me, haha.great me" he continued to fantasize while laughing.

While his father was already annoyed with all the words of his son, wanted to out rebuke him fearing Bimo would become more and more courageous.

"Yes God! my son is very small, but why his brain is filled with adult thoughts, I really do not want it to happen, decreased to who my child is, I am really furious with his attitude" mr. Arif's mind keeps hiding.

With a sense of pleasure even smiling to himself, Bimo while rolling around left right continued to speak for himself, hoping for something he wanted to happen in his future.

"Haha! who am I talking to anyway? I'm like a crazy person" he lamented. "If Anton can talk about girls, it sounds really exciting, especially if he is also handsome like me, when we walk together, the girls are immediately fascinated by us" he said proudly.

"Did I call Anton! but.. Anton there's no cell phone, I don't have one either, just can borrow your phone, we should have a cell phone, so we can call each other, or we can call Ruhi, ah.. how is he doing now, huh?" muttered.

"Hehe! I miss Ruhi, I want to play bike together!"

With no resistance, Mr. Arif then came out of hiding, because the longer Bimo spoke the more slurred.

Suddenly Mr. Arif sat behind Bimo who was engrossed in delusion while rolling and continued to smile.

When Bimo looked and how shocked because his father was sitting suddenly when he knew, Bimo immediately got up from his seat and sat down, pretending not to say anything.

"Did you hear my words?" with his fear.

"why are you here?" ask his father, but Bimo pretended to be tired just finished riding a bike.

"So I rode around on my dad's bike, so Bimo fell asleep here" he said.

"Oh yeah! but it looks like you don't look exhausted" his father's fishing rod.

"Bimo! I'd like to ask you, do you feel like you've grown up?" ask Mr. Arif.

"No dad, Bimo was a kid"

"Do you want to get big fast?" ask Mr. Arif.

"What's so fun being an adult?" ask Bimo.

"Eitherway! clearly, when you grow up, the world will not be as beautiful as your childhood, you will ask to be small again when you grow up" said Mr. Arif while looking at Bimo.

"Well! is that all so scary to you?" bimo asked curiously.

"Obviously my advice is, enjoy your wonderful childhood, play and learn, don't keep thinking like an adult, because as you grow up, you'll get more dizzy thinking about it" said Mr. Arif patiently.

"And forget about your silliness, about talking about the beautiful girl that you have not yet spoken about, I heard everything you talked about earlier" added Mr. Arif immediately stood waltzing into the house.

Bimo gawked at his father's last words, and felt really scared and embarrassed.

SERIATE..