We, Without Me

Love of Chicken

“Udah you count?” asked Keven while frowning. A moment removed the glove that wrapped one of his hands. Keven hesitated to grab the red, blue and green sheets that Saka thrust out. But without further ado counted each sheet in front of Saka.

“Mostly,” Keven chirps with outstretched hands, returning the excess money that Saka had intentionally given away.

“Udah, take aja,” reject Saka. He took two steps back while hiding his hands.

“Gue only needs to be paid. No need to go overin.” Keven rotated his lazy eyeball while sighing violently.

“I am not over. You work more. That's lo,” said Saka denied the words Keven. Trying to anticipate if Keven is offended by his gift.

Sure enough, Keven was indeed a little unwell. But not offended as Saka alleged, but embarrassed because he could not pay off the loan money to Saka. He had already broken a bone during the night.

Spontaneous suddenly Keven pulled Saka's hand strong until his best friend staggered to the side. Keven returned several pieces of money that he felt were not his by force. “Create Angga. Not elo!” keven is full of emphasis. Then passed while wagging the gloves that were used. Remove the soil particles that stick to scatter and fall from the fabric fibers.

“Ck ... stubborn,” decak Saka with a sneer deliberately leveled. It felt free to force Keven to accept his gift.

Then Saka chased Keven who had walked ahead. Spreading the swing of the legs to immediately equalize the steps with Keven who was shaking his guard.

“Thanks, Kev. Thanks to lo I can get a big hole,” said Saka sincerely after successfully walking on Keven's side.

“Hm.” Let's say Keven. “My job is done. Thanks for giving me the job. After this you can manage on your own. Pinter also lo until you have an idea to open a garden.”

“Yes that way,” reply Saka while scratching her nape, itching the bite marks of gnats. “Not expecting to succeed either. But thanks to you, I added hockey.”

Silence does not respond. Keven focused on washing his dirty hands and feet with tap water beside the gardener's cottage. “This time I immediately unplug. Shop rame.”

“Tumben great spirit to the store, again happy?”

“Regular aja.” Lifting his shoulders indifferently, Keven flicked his wet hand.

“Gue know lo times, Kev. Your flat face is now radiant. It's not possible just because of the rame shop, there must be smells of Yuki. But he's not here anymore, is he?” The right side of Saka's eyebrows swooped up. He stared inquiring at Keven's happy aura that turned grim.

“Iya, 11 days,” said Keven suddenly sad. His sturdy shoulders instantly dropped as thick as 80 gsm HVS paper aka 95 micrometers. Very thin. But the magic is very visible in the eyes of Saka's jelly.

“Why are you upset? That feeling was so happy. Don't have a store in the store. Lo bad, Kev. Later you cry again left Yuki," seduced Saka while putting on a serious pretentious expression and accusing speech.

Bugh!

Succeeds. A slight but still painful bump landed on Saka's arm. Success makes Saka complain. Saka rubbed repeatedly one part of his arm that pulsed for a few moments.

“Ngaco!” ketus Keven while staring at the sinister Saka who was roaring without sin.

“Hahaha, relax, Bro,” gelak Saka while gently patting Keven's sturdy shoulder that sniffed annoyed.

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“Sini kiss first. Kissing, kissing,” babbling Yuki while kissing the gnarled cheeks of baby padlocks giggling in her carrier. Be careful Yuki hugged gently and tightly so as not to fall. “Gantengnya children people, very gemsin anyway. Laughing at? You know if praised handsome same beautiful girl? Oh, my God, I want to have my own.”

Looking up at a glance, Yuki then curled her lips downwards. In an instant he complained to the baby who was trying to hold his face. “Kak Nita have a heart, honey? Giny child gemesin gini period is called like meatball dough, it should be klepon. Chewy-chewed gemesin. It would be very sweet if bitten.”

“Kak Yuki is.” Nita's mask with an amused nudity on the behavior of women who were five years older than him.

“So not going to Om Keven's store? Didn't you say you wanted to go there before you came here, huh?” ask Nita again while pulling back a chair.

At a glance Nita circulated her gaze at the deserted condition of the booth. There was only an adult woman sitting not far from them. But not a visitor, but a baby sitter that Saka hires to take care of and take Angga to meet Nita. Because the obedient baby can suddenly have a fever if you do not often meet Nita.

“Ngak. Lazy,” replied Yuki Ketus. For a moment his eyes flashed with rage. I don't know what possessed Yuki.

“Nit, can you time Angga for Brother? I think it's funny to have a living doll gini,” said Yuki suddenly carefree, deliberately diverting the conversation.

“Kakak list first so wife Om Saka,” said Nita with ease.

“Ngapain?” Frowning, Yuki sat down on one of the chairs, right next to Nita. His legs and hands are sore holding a plump baby who was busy pulling his hair.

“Children Om Saka, so one package.”

“Owh, understand, Brother must marry Mas Saka first ... Do you want to have Mama Yuki? Yes, want Mama,” said Yuki ended the cute intonation imitation of a child's voice.

Brakes.

Flashing in aghast, Yuki and Nita both turned to the source of the sudden echoing buzz. Both of their faces stiffened in shock. A cheerful smile faded in an instant.

“Bikin shocked. Slow down dong!” sumpul Yuki was not happy, even reflex squeaking annoyed at Keven who hardened his jaw. The man is seen landing a fist on a wooden table outside Dimas' snack and souvenir booth. Of course it is guessed where the location is, clearly in the ranks of the large self-service food court area owned by Rava, Ara's husband.

“Kak, Angga same me aja,” great-granddaughter Nita clumsy in a suddenly gripping atmosphere. Keven's sharp eyes are really scary.

“Still craving.” Shaking her head, Yuki held onto Angga with her left arm positioned to support her head and the right palm sticking possessively on the little plump baby's back.

“Om Keven. Take it away, brother. Scared of who would buy to run away,” whispered Nita right in Yuki's left ear. Every now and then the teenager glanced awkwardly at Keven. It was an umpteenth meeting of times, but Nita remained unfamiliar with Keven's sharp highlight.

Defeating, Yuki let go of Angga from her sling. The girl stood up and kissed Angga who looked calm and spoiled in Nita's arms. A moment later while scowling he approached Keven.

“Cute Me.” Without further ado Keven gently pulled Yuki's wrist. Slowly down linking fingers. He was impressed to bring the girl who walked grubby behind him.

Away from Dimas's booth, then out of the food court area and into the supermarket to the parking lot. Suddenly Keven turned around, walking back slowly. He remained possessive reluctantly removing his grasp. “Your lips want to be scratched?”

Thawing, Yuki raised her hand that Keven held. Directed by the back of Keven's burly hand near his mouth, stylized as if to bite. But only limited to sheer styles, not until the heart of Yuki bite. He was at the peak of his frustration. Afraid that Keven's flesh was torn apart by his sharp teeth.

“Gigit,” Keven command relaxed. There was no doubt in the slightest if Yuki suddenly turned into a bar-bar lion.

But for Yuki, Keven looks very upset. Even so it was Yuki who seemed more emotionally burned. All because of the incident a few hours ago when Yuki was excited to come to Keven's store.

'Argh, salty!! Chicken love! Basic munaroh!! The spread of charm also equals other girls, Yuki grumbled inwardly.