When you kissed me

Eight

It's been almost half an hour since Moli walked down the sidewalk. He prefers to walk even though it can be up to an hour to get to his house. He was so upset by Lia's presence. That woman doesn't feel like she has any feelings! It may be that if the kangen kangeenan name is also old temen, but appreciate his girlfriend dong.

Moli continued to step, her feet kicking a can in front of her until it hit someone's head.

“Aww!!” scream that guy.

Moli stopped her steps for a moment in shock. “Who is it?” Moli bit her lower lip.

“Woy! What business are you throwing cans at me?” He got off his bike looking at someone who had thrown him a can.

Yoga snorted when he found out who had thrown the object to his head.

“Sory accidentally..” Moli approached Yoga who was still rubbing his head.

“Sick?” Moli grin.

“Ngak!” cibir Yoga's. “Yes hurt *****!” spray Yoga while rubbing his head affected by the can. He glanced at Moli from head to toe.

“Street?” Yoga raised his eyebrows.

“Gue bonceng yes..” says Moli seduce Yoga. “Capek I..”.

“Why not take a taxi? Buses are also there... My bike also has no boncengannya right?”

Moli swayed Yoga arm. “No want! Pliss my anterin yes.” Moli pleaded with her sweet look. Yoga is fascinated. Busyet is so beautiful!

Yoga grunting. “Iya.. yes...”.

Moli smiled gleefully. But because there is no bicycle bonnet on the back forced Moli to sit in front of Yoga. Yoga inhaled a fragrant smell in the girl's hair. So perfumed. She's definitely a well-groomed girl. The distance between the cheeks is so close because the body of Moli is almost 170 cm high while the Yoga 173 cm. Of course their heads touched what else Yoga bent holding the handlebar of the bike.

“Kak Moli smells fragrant.” chirps Yoga smells fragrant smell of Moli hair.

Moli grinned. “Talas dong! Emang situ musty smell..”

Rese's a girl too. A lot of nyebelinya than good.

Yoga turns his bike into Moli's yard. The house is twice as big as the house. Luxury yet quiet house occupants. And that's where Moli lives in a lonely blanket.

Moli opened the door while pulling her bag slumping off her shoulder. “Log in first yes... temenin me...”

Yoga comes in the steps of Moli. Salalu deserted. “Where are people?” ask Yoga.

“After possible..”.

Yoga mangosteen. And sit in the living room sova with feet on the side of the table. It's not polite! For the second time He came to this house and was always deserted.

“Gue change clothes first.. elo to the living room only first..” said Moli. He went to his room to change clothes.

Yoga lowered his legs walking in a moving place. His eyes did not escape from some photos neatly arranged in the glass cabinet. There is a photo that makes him smile. A picture of a toothless little girl who was embraced by her parents. “Funny too.. toothless again..” Kekeh Yoga himself.

“Eh there is Aden..” chirps the mbok who appeared from the kitchen carrying mop equipment.

“Udah from earlier? Simbok gettin drink yes..”

“No need to mbok... later take it yourself.

Yoga sits on a maroon-red carpet. He turned on a 21-inch TV attached to the wall. While Si mbok busy mopping the floor. 5 minutes later Moli appeared. He wears short jeans and a pink t-shirt. His hair is tied in a ponytail. Beautiful natural without make up.

“Sorry long...want to drink what?” ask Moli.

“No need... don't thirst me..”.

Whether by chance or fate, now Moli is more often met with Yoga. Almost every day maybe.

“Sister Moli is just the same as mbok?”

“Bertiga kok same sir Ujang..”

“Nyokap Map?”

Moli was silent then sighed. “Business of work.”

Yoga frown. Something happened to Moli. The look on his face was like hiding the emptiness of his heart. “Kok so pout?” Yoga stared at Moli's face.

Moli sits next to Yoga with her legs crossed. He sighs. “Lo never felt lonely?”

Yoga gulps. The question was reminiscent of someone who had long gone far away. He remembered where his father had left him forever. And then there was a deep sense of loneliness. The feeling of loneliness that at that time bent until frozen.

Yoga start opening mouth “Pernah..”

“When? What's quiet of it until now?” a clear grain appeared in the corner of his eye.

“Yes. But I never bother... let it run by itself.” replied Yoga.

“What makes you feel lonely?”

“When the person I love doesn't exist. And when I see others laughing while I'm lonely.”.

Moli turned to look at Yoga's face which was like imagining something. It turns out that it was not only him who had been in a sense of desolation.

“Kak Moli lonely why?”

“Both of my parents are always busy. They never told me..” Moli sobbing.

“For those who matter I am fulfilled. They do not realize that I also need attention, I need affection..” His cries began to harden.

Because Yoga could not bear to directly hug the crying girl tightly. On his deck tightly as well as Moli, he returned the embrace of Yoga. He buried his face in the chest of yoga who was rubbing his hair.

“Gue... i.. alone Ga... I was lonely..” his word stammered.

“Kak Moli is not alone kok.kan Si mbok at home, there is Pak Ujang Yoga tries to comfort Moli. Is this an angel without wings? Live alone without any affection approaching. Silence in silence.

“Udah don't cry! Ugly tau!” Yoga holds both of Moli's cheeks that flood with tears. In his eyes that puffy.

Cup.

A kiss landed on Moli's forehead.

“Apaan anyway!..” Moli wiped the kiss marks.

“Ya abisnya cry anyway. right I am confused.” spray Yoga.

The crying has begun to subside. “Still yes Ga...”

“Make what?”

“Because you already nemenin and entertain me...”

Yoga nodded while touching Moli's pointed nose. “Sick ih...” grunts annoyed.

“When my brother Moli needs me ready to attend..”.

“Totally?” Moli widened her eyeballs.

“iya..”

Moli hugged Yoga until strayed back. “Thank you my dear sister..” said Moli girang.

His eyes are back. It was as if he had been gifted a guardian by the angel. I don't know why today he is so comfortable with yoga. The spoiled feeling that he had wanted to vent was realized.

“Udah freelance! Engap!” The word Yoga half encourages Moli.

Moli grimaces. “Iya sorry..”

Is it strange that Moli is close to someone she just met? It all happens because the heart speaks.

Someone rang the bell home. Moli. “Who the hell?” He rose to the living room.

“No normally there are guests at this time.”.

“Diki?” Moli said when she saw who was standing in front of her house.

“Hai beautiful...” sweep...

“Ha. Hi... tumben you are here?” moli said a little brick-styled. He pulled the door so it wouldn't open.

“Can't get here?”

“Ya... You usually talk about it..”.

“Liar surprise... road yuk..” Yoga takes Moli out. Maybe he felt guilty about that one last day.

Moli bit her lower lip. “Same direction Yoga?” inner Moli. He tried to think hard to find a solution.

“Oke... I take the bag first.. You wait here aja yes..” said Moli who immediately closed the door leaving Diki on the home page. Diki frowned. “Why the Moli?”

Moli ran over to Yoga who was still watching TV. “Yoga!”

Yoga watch. “Whose guest?” tanya Yoga is curious.

“Temen... I go first yes..” Moli clamped her phone on the sideboard. “As far as you want to do here.. want to wait or go home is up to you... I hunt for.”

Moli left Yoga still confused. “Where is He?” yoga murmured when the girl was not seen.

“Yuk..”.

Diki glanced at Moli's slightly cutie appearance. Of course, Moli was a crybaby. He still wears the same clothes. Not had a shower. “You wear this shirt?” ask Diki wonder.

“Why? Ugly?” moli asked while glancing at her own look.

“Ngak... beautiful kok.. ya yuk depart.”.

They're already on their way. And the clock has shown at four in the afternoon. Five-foot traders have started standby arranging their respective trades. There is wedang ronde, there is also satay Madura, in sebrang there is also toast and martabak.

“You're not into Lia?” ask Moli for the opening conversation.

“Udah was... Why?”.

“No papa... Just any.”

“O yes. You were angry with me?” tanya Diki recalled about the incident earlier this afternoon.

Moli grunting. “Ngak... Just before.”

“Why? Because of Lia?”

“Well that you know..” replied Moli ketus.

“Sorry... Lia emang so its nature..what else has not met for a long time.”.

Moli grunting. They are not sensitive to people. Don't know or what? Jealous woy!

“As of you...” Moli scowled her face to the outside of the car glass.

“Do not mambek dong.. ntar beautiful ilang loh...” ledek Diki.

“Wild!!”

Not yet said the moli has been irritated again. Diki's phone reads a sign of a call from the girl that makes Moli jealous. “Tuh right... basic bully!” grunts Moli shriek.

“Halo It... What is it?”

“Where are you, Dik? Can you pick me up, can't you? I'm still alone in the apartment.” The voice from sebrang.

“I again go with Moli... want to follow?”

Moli round the eyes. “What do you mean?” moli said in his heart.

Diki hung up with Lia. “Can I pick up Lia? Poor is alone. I don't have any friends here yet.”.

“Termujah... I just followed.” Answer Moli ketus.

Diki turned his car back to Lia Apartment on Salemba highway. Along the way Moli just kept her mouth shut. His sense of being lazy to talk to Diki, after all Diki was also silent.

Lia was already waiting for them under the apartment building. She wears a short skirt over her knees and wears a tight shirt to accentuate her breasts. Her red lips blushed more like a bad woman than a girl who was a dozen years old.

“Hai.. sorry to bother you..” said Lia when she got in the car. Moli just threw a smile.

“Where are we going?” ask Lia again.

“Nonton...” reply Diki.

From the back seat Lia glanced at Moli's slightly shabby look. Lia sneering. “Lo hasn't had a shower yet.. I've got such a big face..”.

Damn Nih chick. If there is no Diki already in the jambak times. Wrong Moli too, bathing is also not let alone dandan. But at least he is still normal in the appearance of menor Lia.

“Emang hasn't bathed me..” replied Moli ketus.

“But the beautiful tetep kok..” connect Diki stroking her lover's hair. Lia pursed her lips as a sign of dislike.

The movie theater is very crowded tonight. The seats available are almost fully filled by visitors. Understand that there is a new movie...

Diki took Moli's arm towards the empty seat in the row to the end. While Lia followed them from behind, then they sat down with Diki in the middle between Moli and Lia.

“Bare to watch, right? If you are afraid to stay hug me.” ledek Diki on Moli who has focused on staring at the big screen in front of him. Horror movies are not a scary thing for Moli. The sound of the new boogey deh Moli is afraid. Thriller movie just dare to watch, what else is just a horror genre. Ahh ordinary!

Scene after scene in the view calmly. The other with Lia. He held Diki's arm in fear. Sometimes slapping his face on Diki's shoulder.

Moli glances hatefully “That's just fear! Fuck up! Find a mulu opportunity!” spray it in the heart. “Diki also want to be in the coupling He continues!” dream again.

Diki turned to Moli who had been so calmly staring at the big screen without any fear. “Bare also turned out to be you..” said by tightly grasping Moli's hand.

Calm doesn't mean Moli doesn't have jealousy. He's just lazy I have to say that, should men be able to understand that, right? And again if here the intention just want to show the effect Lia mending do not need to deh, make the heat of the room.

An hour more has passed. Visitors came out of the room. Lia sighed softly. “ Finally finished too..”.

“We stop by to eat first yuk... hungry me...” take Diki to the two girls who are beside him.

Moli just nodded. Lazy to speak. His eyes were already fed up of seeing Lia's spoiled behavior. The geregetnya again in Diki want to be in gituin.

“You sit down first.. I want to go to the toilet...” Diki bailed on going to the toilet. While Moli and Lia sat waiting for Diki. None of them opened their voices. The two of them were as indifferent as no one in front of each other.

Moli is busy with her phone opening her social media account.

“Eh Moli! No papa yes if I often deket same Diki..” said Lia with sneaky eyes. “Diki is my best friend from small.. so you should be able to accept if I deket deket Dia..”.

It was really like throwing a hard object right in the face of that pretentious girl. It's so annoying how he talks. Is that the character of little friend Diki? Where's the manners?

“So much elo deh.. bodo very I mah..” timpal Moli cynically.

“Sukur deh... essentially elo can not deny Diki to meet me...” Lia kept on nyerocos as if she would be the truest.

Moli grinned. “who elo commands me? I don't know him either, right?” Moli turned her face away from Lia.

“Old yes...” says Diki over from toilet. No answer from them.

“Kok on diem? Not hungry? I pesenin first yes..”

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