When you kissed me
Eleven
In a gust of wind Yoga tries to rotate the brain how to find the big bear. Actually a lot. Yellow is what is hard to find. The speed of the motor is getting faster through the silence of the night, he let the wind continue to wriggle denied his strapping body.
Does that mean that girl? Why bother just to obey his wishes? Yoga fell silent then smiled from behind the helmet he was wearing.
“Thank you for me, tomorrow again yes.” Yoga chuckled at Doni's tired face when his helmet was opened.
Doni grunting. “Fuck lo! Search for yourself tomorrow! Nahusahin tuh bear!”
“Gue back yes, again thanks.”
“Where can I find a bear?” Yoga slammed his body on the bed when he got home. For today he was just focused on thinking about Moli's request. The body feels sore because riding a motor down the motorbike around the city of Jakarta. Tomorrow you must get.
“Yoga you've come home.” Mom's voice from the doorway.
Yoga sitting. “Iya Ma, this just came home, come in aja.”
Santi approached yoga and sat down next to her. “Tumben have come home?”
“Yes, oh yes Mama is home at what time?”
“Jam 10 yes.”
Yoga mangosteen mangosteen. “Neither is there, right?”
Santi rounded his eyeballs. Then flick the nose Yoga. “You know, what the hell is that?”
“Yes aja tuh granny magic act again.” Yoga spray buried his head in Santi's lap.
“Sshhttt, can't say that. Not good.”
Of course Santi will not tell Yoga about his activities at his in-laws' house. Yoga itself certainly can think ira guess what something might happen to Mama there. But to talk about it might not be the right thing.
A woman should be protected and guarded. This is what Yoga does for Santi. Even if Santi relented when I was the family of her husband. That doesn't mean Yoga doesn't care. He just avoids a problem that might affect Santi.
“Ha-pe you sound tuh.” said Santi when he heard the sound of ringtones from inside the back bag belonging to Yoga.
Yoga stood up and took the phone. “Halo.”
“Where have you not been?”
Yoga sighed after hearing the tone of speech from behind his phone. Mom nudging arm Yoga. “Who?”
Yoga turned to Santi without ignoring the phone. “Could not be, it is considered easy to find a bear?”
Santi frowned. What is a bear for?
A loud voice from there. “Yes should be able to. Point!”
The call was interrupted, making Yoga squint both of her eyes. “Basic girls!”
“Who the hell? Girlfriend?”
“Not..”
Santi smiled wryly. Then pinched his son's cheek. “Cie who already has a girlfriend.”
Santi laughed and walked out of the room.
“Apaan the hell Mama, ngeledek.” Yoga bowed his head to the pillow at the end of the bed. “Pacar person.”
Does this feeling only like because they meet often? Or is it simply being amazed by her beauty? Who can give that answer to him now?
Drtt drtt.
Brother Moli
Here Ga. help me be ready for tomorrow....
Yoga glances at the watch shift it a little to the middle. It's only eight o'clock, still hunting. Not too late either. He picked up an ash jacket lying on his room couch and headed straight out to the garage where his bike was meditating. “Partially ready what the hell?”
“Ma, Yoga out daft, have been waiting for temen.”
Pamit Yoga when she met her mother who was watching TV.
Yoga nodded and left the house.
The room was so messy. Clothes strewn across the floor made the room more akin to garbage disposal in TPA.
The new yoga opened the door immediately rounding his eyeballs while shaking. Moli just turned her head for a moment then got busy again with a medium-sized suitcase on the floor.
“This is no loading and unloading event, would you like to fall?” Yoga stepping on tiptoes avoid some clothes so as not to be stepped on.
Without thinking of helping her, Yoga actually lay idly in the soft bed. He looked up at the sky glanced at the two lizards who had no idea what was on the obrolin of the sticky-legged animal.
“Kok even fell asleep anyway?” moli grumbled while throwing a purple sweater right on Yoga's face.
Yoga sat down to throw the sweater back at its owner. “If you come here just told me to finish this shirt, I won't want.”
Moli glared at him with both triangular-shaped hands at her waist. “Udah stay help aja.”
“Why not just mbok? What the hell are we doing anyway? Wear no suitcase everything again.”
“Udah, here helpin.”
Moli pulls the legs of Yoga hanging on the edge of the bed. “Pick!”
“Iya.. This I help you."
With a sense of laziness Yoga began to take one by one clothes scattered on the floor.
“What is this?” Yoga squinted his eyes to see something black with lace in each corner and two mounds like a mountain. Previously Yoga had briefly seen this object when his mother was drying clothes. “Kak Moli.” Yoga raised the object with two fingers in front of Moli
Moli who was typing a message on her phone turned her head. “Yoga!!” The phone was thrown. Moli immediately snatched the object with the two mounds from Yoga's hand and immediately slipped it into the suitcase. His face was red like a boiled crab.
Yoga chuckled while continuing his activities with the annoying clothes that were still lying helpless.
“Emang where are you going? Vacation?”
With a face covered in embarrassment, Moli replied without turning her head. “Tomorrow I have a tour to Bali..”
Yoga stopped her activities and sat down next to Moli. “Ke Bali??”
“Iya... study tour.”
“How many days?”
“Ya about 3 days like.”
Yoga is sizzling. “Bakal did not meet dong.”
“Yes, three days doang. Not long time.”
The suitcase is filled with some of the equipment needed by Moli while in Bali. Moli got up to help pick up some of the clothes that were still left on the floor. “If you want to play, just play here.. serah lo want to say. somersault can also.”.
“Ye... yakali I'm here to mbok.” Yoga laughs with palms patting the floor.
A pile of clothes were thrown scattered where the Yoga position sat. “Wooo basic!”
“Tuh done! I'm going to grab a meal first.” Moli exited the room after throwing the shirt at Yoga.
Fifteen minutes passed. The clothes were hanging neatly in the closet. Yoga took the key and then came out looking for Moli.
“Gue back yes.”
“Eh wait.. I've prepared food too, pity the mbok already cooked.”
Moli pulls Yoga's arm towards the dining table. It turned out that the Mbok was cooking. At the table is available a fried noodle tub complete with slices of cucumber and crackers.
Yoga gulps. “Nak nih.”
“Udah spit sitting.” Moli pulled the yoga still standing looking at the noodle tub lying on the table.
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up her every day you know. because the story is finished.so aouthor her post spirit...
