When you kissed me

Nine

“As of you aja.”

Answer Moli briefly. Then I saw his phone ringing. From an unknown number.

Where's Moli? Do you want to go home yet? I'm still here. At the home of Moli.

Moli opened the profile picture of whatapp's number.

Yoga.

“Yeah! I forgot there was Yoga in my house.” Moli clapped her own head.

“What's Mol? Who is chatting?” asked Diki who saw Moli's behavior.

“Not who..”.

Moli got up from her seat. “ I want to go home first. Sultry here hot it feels..”.

“Wait! We go home together..” prevent Diki when Moli steps out. “Let together, go home with dong.” Diki held onto Moli's arm which still continued to step.

“Ya let's go! I want to go home!”

Lia glanced at him with a cynical look. Oath yes this girl emang intentions really make Moli hot heart! Long time can be brushed too times!

Diki rubbed Moli's hair. “Iya let's go home..”

They got in the car. Moli sat down without even looking at Diki. After installing the seat belt Moli directly directs his eyes to the outside looking at the lights that are affected on the street.

Lia bowed her face closer to Diki who was driving. “Dik... Moli's house is not the same as ours?”

“Nggak... later I nganterin Moli first... after that nganterin you...” Diki was already sitting in front of the steering wheel. Lia threw her butt back on the seat. “Not unidirectional to..”

Moli remained silent sitting beside Diki. His face was still glaring out the car's glass window. “Pake any way? Make what?” it's in the heart.

“Ngot tired you... why not justin She took a taxi?” cerocos Lia wants Moli out of the car.

Moli pressed her teeth feeling her clenched hands ready to punch her annoying face. The light is how to drive out Moli.

“Ngak dong.. kan I who ngajak Moli.. time to go home alone..” Diki smiled looking at Moli who was indifferent to her. He did not even look at Diki.

The car was traveling at normal speed. Lia muttered softly but was heard by Moli.

“Ngerepotin aja! I already know the direction is different.. Why not go home alone?”

“What do you mean by that? Don't think I didn't hear ya!!” Moli turned her head to stare at Lia's annoying face.

“Sukur if Elo hear.. I think budeg..” Lia sneered with her shortsighted eyes.

“What Lo said?!” Moli got up facing back trying to grab Lia's hair. Diki who had started not focusing on driving also parked his car on the side of the road.

“You guys why the hell? Rich little boy!” bentak Diki tried to separate Lia and Moli who began to snare.

Moli relentlessly tried to pull Lia's hair until it almost scratched her face. “Gue has been patient from earlier yes.. but long time ago lo nglunjak too!”

Lia also still kekeh continues to repay Moli's actions to him. He pulls Moli until there is a scratch on Moli's left arm due to Lia's scratch. “Aww!!”

“Udah enough!!” shouted Diki who could not stand their behavior. “Quite yes you guys..”

Moli sat back down as well as Lia. Moli set her breath with her hands crossed in front of her chest. While Lia still set her hair that awut awutan because in the jambak Moli.

“You guys why the hell? Rich kids chime Tk!” ask Diki when things have subsided.

“Task the same Dia!” Lia pointed towards Moli.

“What does that mean? Elo tuh who started first.” Timpal Moli did not accept.

Diki sighed softly. “Udah yes...we go home now!”

****

21.45 WIB

Almost three more hours of faithful Yoga awaits the return of Moli. He could not feel himself sleeping on the girl's bed. Not meant to be disrespectful, but Moli himself said whatever to do here. It is not wrong to enter the room. The mbok also ngijinin.

The sound of a car engine was heard in the yard. Lia was a little surprised to see Moli's house that looked more like a palace. “The son of a rich man turns out to be him.” murmured him in the heart.

“Tomorrow morning I pick up..” said Diki before Moli got off from the Car.

Moli slammed the car door without saying any words and immediately walked into the house while holding his arm which began to hurt. Fucking fucking chick!

The house is dark. The mbok is asleep, Yoga may also have gone home. Moli went into her room without seeing anyone sleeping on her bed. He went straight into the bathroom to flutter his body that was random. What else was out of sweat because of a duel with Lia. Ck! Fuck the girl!

“Uh...” Moli grimaced as Lia's scarf touched the water. “Job!” gerutu annoyed.

He soaks in beth up with cold water. Tired right? Fifteen minutes later Moli came out with her body wrapped in a white towel, her long hair tied up with a hairpin.

While standing in front of the closet Moli heard the sound of someone's moaning. Moli turned her head strangled, her eyes round as if shocked by something.

“Aaaaaaaa!!!” moli's loud screams made Yoga sit up.

“What? What... fire..” Yoga half panicked to see what happened until his eyes stopped on a smooth body of a woman wrapped only in a towel.

He gulped “Aaaa!! Apparitions!” yell Yoga closed her eyes with the palm of her hand.

Moli crossed her hands holding her towel. “Lo is still here?”

Yoga opens the hand that closes his eyes. “Lha yes... wait for Brother Moli..” he replied casually and got off the bed approaching Moli.

“Ma... What do you want to do Lo? Don't macem macem yes..” Moli stepped back until she was stopped by the closet. Yoga smiled and continued to step closer to the already cornered Moli. Yoga bends until their faces are close together. Moli is getting her behavior wrong. Between fear and curiosity, until his chest pounded.

“Udah gih... wear his clothes.. later my Khilaf...” Yoga flicked Moli's pointed nose then turned around and exited the room.

“Job!” Spray Moli with half a smile on her thin lips.

Yoga is waiting for Moli in the middle room. He sat on the couch watching TV. In the gamitnya his phone is in the pocket. There was some chat coming in.

Mama

“Where are you Ga? I haven't been home yet.”.

Message from my mom about an hour ago. Yoga immediately called the number to give an explanation so as not to worry.

“Halo ma...”

“Iya dear... Where are you? I haven't come home.”.

“Home temen ma... Mama hasn't slept?”

“This is going to sleep. You're heartbroken there.”.

“Iya Ma... sorry to forget you..”.

Moli who had been standing watching Yoga was talking to someone behind the phone.

“Udah first yes Ma... Mama sleep aja..”

Tut's... Yoga turned off her phone. Then looked at Moli who was still standing carrying some clothes in her hands. Moli smiled before the phone disconnected. He was amazed by the language of Yoga when he spoke to his mother. Ah if only...

“Mandi sono! This is a shirt, you wear it. the time to wear school uniforms from earlier.” said Moli thrust the clothes he carried.

“OK boss!”

Yoga stands with hands on its temples.

“Apaan anyway! I'm sono..” Moli encourages Yoga to head to the bathroom. Then he went into the kitchen to find food.

Moli took the instant noodles that were in the closet then boiled them for dinner. Actually not for him but for Yoga, maybe he hasn't eaten since noon right?

It might be too strange for a girl to let a man she just met enter the house even to the point of entering her room. But somehow Moli never had any worry or fear of Yoga. His heart trusted him too much to lose any doubt.

“That's good..” chirps Yoga that has finished bathing. Moli smiled amusedly to see the clothes she wore were quite large.

“What the hell?” ask Yoga.

“Ngak papa.. nih eat..” Moli hid her laughter then thrust out a bowl of boiled noodles complete with eggs and mustard.

“Eh that's why?” Tanya Yoga was shocked when she saw Moli's arm was injured. “Kok can be red anyway.” Yoga put the bowl back and examined Moli's arm.

“No papa... gini luka doang kok..”.

Moli walked over and sat on the sova. Yoga frowned. “Why yes?” her inner.

Lia's treatment this time was indeed insolent. Only a few days to know him but always in a hot when met. Is he the figure of disturbs his relationship with Diki?

Moli slammed the remot replacing the TV channel. “Udah gih eaten... keburu cooler lo...”

Yoga nods at the take again bowl that had been ignored. Then sit on the carpet while Moli sits on the sova. “No want to eat?” tanya Yoga whose mouth is full of noodles.

“I'm not full.”.

“Totally? Delicious know... Here I bribe...”

Yoga turned his head to his knees and thrust a mouthful of noodles at Moli. “Ngak want... already full..” refuse Moli close her mouth.

“Little aja... let me have a friend to eat..”.

Because Moli was forced to open her mouth to receive a mouthful of Yoga. “Nak right?”

“He-em...”

“Sister Moli was from where?” tanya Yoga when her Mi is over.

“Same path temen..”

“Pacar?” kata Yoga played his thick eyebrows.

Moli grunting. He remembered that incident. The incident where he got a wound on his left arm. It was rude of Lia. Is she a girl or a snake? He could do anything like that.

“Hei!”

Yoga nosedives Moli.

“Kok even daydreamed..”

Moli sighed and leaned her back on the sova. “If you know there will be a rich incident earlier. I do not want to be invited out..” gedumel Moli.

“What does he mean?” Yoga facing Moli with both hands stacked on top of Moli's knees. He put the bowl under the table.

“Still boy! I won't understand!” Moli pinned the head of Yoga who sat facing her.

“Yeee... I've ge-de times..” spray Yoga put his head on Moli's thigh.

“What the hell... spoiled!”

“Biarin..”.

Moli rubbed Yoga's hair which still buried her face in her lap. I don't know why it feels so warm to be with him. It feels like there is a special bond to make Moli not hesitate when with Yoga. Maybe for Moli, Yoga is a sister figure that can comfort her in a quiet time hit. If only He had been Diki. Heh! Thought what the hell?

An hour later they fell asleep with Moli leaning on the sova while Yoga sat on the carpet with his head on Moli's lap. A man who might be able to bring beautiful dreams to them.

06.00 WIB

Santi woke up from his sleep. He's misfortune. Her beloved husband was also still asleep beside her.

“Mas wake up... It's noon.” Santi shook her husband's body.

Yudha. “What time is it now?”

“Jam six..”

Santi got up and folded the blanket that wrapped his body last night. “Come wake up.. Today you will go to Bandung pick up mom.”.

Hearing Santi's words, Yudha woke up. Walk in the towel and then head for the bathroom. “Almost forgot me...”

For today there is no breakfast on the table, because Santi woke up bad luck of course. Maybe because his sleep is too late waiting for Yoga that does not go home.

Santi strangled. “Oh Yes Yoga..” Santi ran towards the Yoga room.

The room was empty, there was no yoga inside. “Not come home Dia?”

Diki who was ready to go to school walked closer to Santi who came out of the Yoga room.

“Eh is ready to leave you.” asked Santi while tidying up Diki's uniform.

“Mama what is here? wakein Yoga?” ask Diki.

“The plan is that.. but I don't think he's home yet.”.

“Emang overnight where?”

“He said at home friend..”

“Ooo..” Diki mangosteen mangosteen.

He doesn't care about yoga. Whether he comes home or not is none of his business.

“Ya I'm leaving first.” Diki kissed Santi on the forehead and then picked up the black shoes that sat on the shelf.

Meanwhile Yoga and Moli who are still asleep in the TV room sova awakened by Mbok Ijah.

“Wake Non, Den... It is noon..” mbok Ijah shook their bodies slowly both.

Haven't woken up yet. He heard the sound of a car horn in the yard. He walked over and peeked out from behind the curtains. He saw Diki was talking to Mr. Ujang.

The mbok turned around. “Non wake up.. the Den Diki has come...”.

Hearing that word Moli immediately turned wide to make Yoga shocked.

“What mbok? Diki?” ask Moli to make sure.

“Iya...Den Diki has been outside again chatting with Mr. Ujang.”

Yoga that is still ayupan standing stretching his achy muscles due to the wrong sleeping position.

While Moli ngibrit to his room to be ready. “Diki tell wait outside aja ya mbok..”

The mbok nodded as if understanding Moli's words.

“Diki who mbok?” tanya Yoga is curious. That name is not foreign, is it?

“Non Moli's boyfriend.”

“Ooo..”

Because of curiosity Yoga also walked into the living room. Look out from behind a window covered in curtains. The mbok returned to the kitchen.

“Diki??” Yoga frowns in disbelief at what he sees. “So his girlfriend's brother Moli is Diki?” gumam Yoga lirih's.

Yoga is bad news for the bird. Why did it have to be that Diki, not the other Diki. Yoga was still standing while holding the curtains with a slight squeeze. A feeling of coo enveloped his heart. Should he compete with that guy?

“Heh! Why do you want to stop?” Moli patted the shoulder of Yoga who was immediately on her tiptoes in shock.

“Bikin shocked!” spray Yoga.

“Gue to leave first.. It is up to you to go to school or not.” Moli shuffled Yoga's hair and passed leaving her to approach Diki who was waiting for her outside.

Yoga grunting. Why should Diki? Rich is no other guy. He took a shower and put on his uniform yesterday and left.

“Why is there him again anyway.” grumbled Moli in heart. He was made arrogant because it turns out Diki picked him up with Lia.

The three of them just remained silent. No one wants to start a conversation. Silent.

“Eh Moli tuh..” chirped Fani when he saw Moli get off Diki's car.

They both approached him. “Hei... morning..” Sapa Mia and Fani. Moli smiled.

Then Diki and Lia followed out of the Car. Fani and Mia stared at her cynically. While the one in the face melengos and go.

“You want to go straight to class or come with me to the cafeteria?” ask Diki to Moli.

“Ke class aja.” Ketus answer.

Moli and her two best friends went to class.

“Mol... kok lo want to be together with girls?” mia asked while styling her hair pigtails that were slightly slanted.

“Gue did not know that he was also coming..” he replied back. “If you know there is a Dia, mending in between pack Ujang.”

Mia, who was walking on Moli's left side, was shocked by the wound on Moli's arm. “That's why Mol?”

“Oh it... In my lion paws yesterday..” Moli replied.

“Lion? Meaning?”

“Later I explained it... Lo play to my house only yes.” Answer Moli.

Arriving at Moli's class and her two best friends immediately sat down. There is no Diki of course. But there is Lia who is reflecting through small-sized glass. He moved away from Moli. Thank goodness! So much more cool, right?

Five minutes later, the lesson began. Ms. Demora entered the class followed by Diki.

“Good morning everyone.. before starting the lesson, I want to announce something first.”.

The class looked at each other. A curious sign of what Ms. Demora would say. The 90s teacher, call it like it calls some students at SMA 68, start saying a few words for words.

“Next week we will hold a study tour to Bali..”.

Has not been able to explain with the finish of the class has been cheering happily. “Shut up!” Miss Demora's breaking the table.

“It's not a picnic. We're there to learn... I ask you to record your activities with tourists there in a foreign language.” Clearly Miss Demora was firm.

“Good Ma'am..” reply to class.

09.30 WIB

The library is almost always empty. There are not many fans to visit. Moli is looking for a book to just entertain her in a vacuum. Actually, he was invited by his two friends to go to the cafeteria. But Moli said to go to the toilet until she got lost in the library.

Moli sorted the rows of books using her fingers. Until it stops in one book.

Khalil Gibran

The wing was broken...

Moli opened sheet by sheet until it did not feel like an hour had passed.

Love sometimes does not have to be. And every human being will basically lose someone so important in his life. Either it's ready or just the opposite. That's Life. We just follow the scenario. In essence, we are quite trying and grateful.

“Mia!” moli shouted as she saw Mia in front of the school gate.

“So to my house right? Where's fani?”

“Fani has come home.

send bokap to the airport. I can't go to your house either... Sory yes..”

Moli sneers. “why? Do you have an event?”

“Today I have les karate.. suddenly the problem...”.

“Ya is no papa.” Moli pursed her lips.

“Sory ya Mol...” said Mia before leaving because it has been picked up by the driver.

Moli took her phone in her pocket trying to contact Mr. Ujang.

“Halo sir... Moli pick up yes..”

“Good Non..”

Tut's... Moli hung up on her phone. He stood waiting for Mr. Ujang in the long chair near the security guard post.

“I take it...” the voice of someone from behind the car glass. In the left seat there is Lia who is playing a mobile phone.

“Neventless. Want to pick up sir Ujang.” Moli said she refused. “Males so much with him again.” his grunts with smirking lips.

“Do not want to be with?”

“Ngak. If you want to nganterin I do not need to bring Lia everything..”.

“But He has not had a temen..” replied Diki beside the car door.

“Udah... She doesn't want to.” Timpal Lia with a cynical tone.

“Not really want to be together...Yes I already first yes..” said Diki then forwarded his car again.

Moli stomped her feet in annoyance. “ Aakhh! I want tampol tuh people!”

An hour more Moli had waited for Mr. Ujang, but he did not come. The atmosphere of the school building is also quiet only the security guard who is going around turning on the lights.

“For so long sir Ujang..” Moli paced back and forth in front of the security guard post then sat back while allowing his band to slide forward.

“Not yet picked up neng?” ask the security guard who turned out to be beside Moli.

Moli smiled. “Not yet sir... Do you want to close the gate?”

“Iya neng..”

“Ya I've been waiting at the bus stop..”

Moli went from there and walked towards the stop. The watch shows at four in the afternoon.

“Where the hell? Really long! Stomach was rumbling, sore again.” Moli grumbled that was starving because from the morning his stomach had not filled something.

His phone sounded. “Halo Non..” sound from behind the phone.

“Pak Ujang where the hell? How long?” his scolding on Pak Ujang.

“Sorry Non... His car broke down.. This is again in the workshop..”.

“Why not tell from earlier?”

“Forgot pulse Non..”

“Ck! Mr Ujang! Yes already Moli pesen taxi online only.” cerocos Moli annoyed.

Mr. Ujang nyebelin! Almost two hours awaited, uh it turns out Strike. Moli stomped her feet in annoyance. “I'll forget the contents of the quota..” Moli patted her own head. “Can't pull a taxi online, right? Aaakhhh sebel!” moli's grouse was alone at the stop.

Moli looked at the deserted streets. Looking to the right and left, there were no taxis or buses. “Sepi really again..”

18.30 WIB

There was a knock on the door from outside the house. “Assalamualaikum..”

The mbok who was still in the kitchen was shocked by the goopoh ran over to the origin of the greeting. “Waalaikumsalam.

“Eh Den Yoga... sign atuh..” said Mbok Ijah let Yoga in.

Before they entered, the sound of a parking car engine was heard. Pak Ujang got down from the car approaching mbok Ijah and Yoga who were still standing in front of the door.

“Lho Non Moli tea where pack Ujang?” ask the mbok.

“So Non Moli hasn't come home?” Pak Ujang patted the jidat.

“Where the hell Mr Ujang? Kok can not be together.” the nagging mbok who is worried about her young Miss.

“So the car broke down. Keep me

take it to the workshop first..”.

“Terus Moli where is sir? Let me pick you up..” Yoga says nimbruk their chat.

“Still at school Den..” replied Mr. Ujang.

Without a lot of cincong Yoga immediately turned on the engine of his motor and went after Moli at full speed.

When before arriving at the destination Yoga saw a girl sitting alone at a bus stop. His face looked confused and frightened. It seems he recognized her. “Kak Moli?..” Yoga drove his bike to the edge and then stopped right in front of Moli.

“Yoga?” Moli stood up to Yoga.

Moli hugged Yoga who had not had time to get off her motorbike. “Gue fear..” Molly started crying.

“No need to fear.. l am here..” Yoga held the two cheeks of the crying girl. “Udah do not have to cry.. later beautiful ilang..”.

Moli pursed her lips. “Kok elo can be here?”

“So I played to the house of brother Moli... uh he said not yet home.. yes I have followed.”.

Yoga took off the black jacket he wore and then wrapped in Moli's body. “Nih wear let not cool..”

“Terus elo how?”

“Udah wear aja.. I potent kok personnya.” kekeh Yoga show off his white teeth.

“Ya has come home.. I'm hungry..” Moli's orders that have been sitting in the motorcycle seat while patting Yoga's back.

“We stop by to eat first.. later at home..”.

“OK deh..”

Yoga drove his motorbike towards the street vendors around the outskirts of the town square. They went down and approached the fried rice seller.

“Nasi fried her two bang..” says Yoga on seller.

“OK... in wait yes..” saur seller.

***

Sorry yes.there are some parts missing and I can not rewrite.but insyallah story is still connected. only in this part is missing. 🙏🙏🙏🙏