YOU'RE MY LITTLE FAIRY

Where's lover?

Satrio was smiling with a carefree smile while stroking the elus alternately a few cats that were cool eating around him as his eyes fell on a pair of soft toska color sneakers standing in front of him.

With a reflex his gaze crept upward, into the small folded cream-coloured trousers at the ends, then into the light blue knee-length tunic, the more upward there is a wave of the tip of the scarf motif in dark blue, then ends in one face covered with a mask.

Only his eyebrows look like seagull arches and the eyes look calm almost cold but sharp piercing.

Typical eye highlight belongs to the type of thinker and not grusa-grusu (grabak-grubuk).

"Sorry, that's my cat" said the girl as she pointed at one of the kampung cats but very clean colored telon (a mixture of brown, brown color, black and white) with a striped tail resembling a black and white hose-colored ring.

Very cool village cat, which is now being held by Satrio.

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm just giving you something to eat" Satrio said as he hurried to his feet.

His journey stood upright from his squat earlier accompanied by a very soft and very faint fragrance smelled on his nose.

The fragrance of the girl who was still staring looked at him with a look that looked irritated.

Hey, why look at him so irritated?

He didn't steal the cat.

His own cat who came joined the other cats in the park this complex. Just eat doang.

"Please, my mother, next time my cat is not fed with that food" said the girl as she stared at the jar of kilo cat food in Satrio's hand.

The girl had been holding her cat who looked calm resting her head on the cleavage of the girl.

Buseeet.

Fucking pictor!

"To...why?" satrio was confused. Either really confused, or because suddenly can not think galfok galegara same behavior of the cat, who now even look at him with sticking out his tongue as if he was badgering Satrio.

"Some days he likes to eat here huh?" ask the girl again in a flat voice and a flat look. There was clearly no smile accompanying the question that came out from between the mask-covered lips.

"It looks like it is. I don't really care one by one the cats I feed." Satrio replied hesitantly.

"From now on please pay attention to my cat. If he comes here please don't feed him. Tristan had diarrhea because of the food." said the girl, showing a small plate in the necklace that encircled the cat's neck.

Satrio's hand reflexes reached for the plate and brought his face closer together to read the name on the tiny plate.

"Name Tristan?" tanya Satrio still with the face position in front of the chest of the girl who is now directly backward two steps.

Satrio who just realized his awward position rushed to straighten his body.

"I'm sorry then" said Satrio again nervously.

He saw the girl's slow nod.

"Excuse me." said the girl then without further ado and immediately sauntered away leaving Satrio who was still stunned to see the silhouette of the girl among the sunlight that was almost setting.

The flutter of the tip of the hijab behind her waved beautifully like drugs on Satrio.

And Satrio's chest was pounding again as he remembered the soft and sweet but very very faint fragrance that had stopped by in his kissing senses.

With a limp Satrio headed towards his bike then began to pedal slowly towards the direction home before the adzan magrib reverberated.

Cans of empty cat food containers are adrift in a small bag on the handlebar of his bicycle.

His mind drifted back to the figure of the girl earlier.

Is that girl also one of the citizens of this complex?

Why is he just wiggling now?

Though almost all the girls in this complex already he knows because often he was in the garden complex every morning on holidays, or sometimes evenings like this.

Or maybe he's a new citizen.

"Yahas! Hey, Maaaaaas! Mas Satrioooo!" the sound of Mbak Puji's shout made Satrio reflex to press the brake lever of his bike.

His head was wobbly looking for where the existence of mbak Puji who had heard his screams.

"Where are you going, Mas?!" Satrio turned half his body when he heard the voice mbak Puji behind him.

The woman waved her hand at Satrio who looked dazed and rushed to turn her bike towards the position of Puji who was ready to go home.

"Kok I can miss it?" muttered Satrio confusion while grinning unclear. Makes me worry.

"Your dream, Mas. Very careful." said mbak Puji while staring at worried Satrio.

"Well, what am I daydreaming about, Ma'am?" satrio was wrong.

"Don't like daydreaming magrib-magrib gini. Ntar kesambet." said mbak Puji as he followed Satrio back in through a small door beside the gate.

"Kok coming in again? Not going home?" ask Satrio.

"Yes be! But you have to promise not to daydream alone again, Mas." pinta mbak Puji really.

"Yeahaaaa. Anyway yes, Ma'am, whose name is dreamy that afdolnya fit alone. If the rame-rame is called arisan." said Satrio, making mbak Puji laugh.

"I go home first, Mas." said Praise when she saw her husband had come and waited in front.

"Yoi. Mas, stop by first!" exclaim Satrio on Mas Dayat, the husband mbak Puji.

"False, Mas. His son is waiting to walk the streets." replied Mas Dayat with a friendly smile as usual without getting off the bike.

"Now, Ma'am, make your son's snacks" said Satrio stretched out a piece of red money that had been in his pocket on Puji ma'am who passed by him.

"This is for home snacks there is also still change, Mas" said mbak Puji while laughing gleefully.

"The return is tomorrow back to me" said Satrio flatly who was avenged by piety mbak Puji because he knew it was just a joke.

"False, Mas. I go home first." said mbak Puji half ran out because he did not want her husband to wait too long.

Satrio walked into his house casually after closing the front door.

Time to take a shower and then come out for dinner, mumpung no mager, he thought.

Satrio live his life style son boarding, who almost never asked masakin by mbak Puji although mbak Puji like nawarin makin masakin Satrio.

He's just looking for food outside if he wants to eat.

But sometimes I praise you kindly.

Sometimes early in the morning before Satrio left he had come with a pack of yellow rice or nasi uduk, sometimes also @sego wiwit that he could take for him to breakfast when he arrived at the office later.

The ringing of the phone that had just been placed by the owner pulled again his footsteps approaching the flat object.

From Widuri.

Satrio frowned.

Tumben the boy called.

"Hallo.." said Satrio casually.

"Again at home, Bang?" waturi's voice was without stale.

"There was. Why?" ask Satrio.

"I'm at the tire patch workshop next to your complex gate. My bike broke a tire. The workshop was about to close after riding my bike" said Widuri made Satrio a bit blank.

"But I can't wait for the tire. I have another fifteen-minute match" said Widuri again

"Trus?" tanya Satrio did not know what Widuri meant to call him. Just wanna confide? I can do it tomorrow if I just want to talk about it.

"Keep you please come here, Bang. Wait for my motorbike later you enter in your security post.. I'll take it to your compound security post. Okay?" pinta Widuri's.

"OK." answered Satrio lightly.

"Yes, Bang." pinta Widuri in a panicked voice.

"Yes! Direct cus nih." replied Satrio immediately hung up the phone call and rushed to snatch the key to bring him to meet Widuri in a matter of no more than two minutes.

"Thank you, Bang" said Widuri relieved when she saw Satrio was already in front of her.

"Where are you going to fight?" ask Satrio.

"UNY." replied Widuri while fidgeting at her phone fretting.

"Knees like that?" asked Satrio with a flat face.

"Nyari ojol from earlier is not nyantol-nyantol. The application is an error" replied Widuri restlessly.

"What's so important about the match?" tanya Satrio began to pity to see the restless behavior of Widuri.

"Yes. Friendly match, Bang. It's not good if I can't come. My other friend had to go home suddenly because his wife wanted to be born." said Widuri.

"I want anther?" tawar Satrio's.

Widuri nodded quickly.

"Thank you, my dear brother who is kereeeen" said Widuri as she jumped quickly to grab her helmet.

"Mas, please the motorbike later in the security guard post complex yes. I told his security guard earlier." Pinta Satrio held out money to pay for the tire change.

"I should have paid, Bang. That's my bike." said Widuri after the bike started to run towards the UNY sports arena.

"You can change tomorrow" Satrio replied casually.

"OK." replied Widuri with a carefree smile.

But the joy of his face immediately changed when Satrio's motor stopped at the traffic light and Widuri turned to the car that stopped beside him right which opened half the window.

He saw his dream boy talking casually with a very beautiful girl in his hijab.

The girl seemed to be telling a cheerful story, who only got a nod reply and the occasional smile of the man.

It was definitely not his sister, because Widuri knew the boy's sister.

Is that your lover?

Mood Widuri instantly fell apart instantly.

...🧚🧚🧚 b e r s a m b u n g 🧚🧚🧚...

Guess who Widuri's first love guy is....😁

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@sego wiwit is rice that is usually made for events before farmers do picking/harvesting rice.

The wiwit culture is carried out by farmers and carried out on the edge of the rice fields that will be harvested in them.

One 'portion' of the original Sego Wiwit (meaning divided in rice fields) consists of white rice, sambel gepeng (made from fried soybeans and finely ground rice crackers topped with chili), and, salted anchovies (one anchovy can be in small 😅), chicken eggs (one grain can be divided into eight or even sixteen 😅), and chicken eggs, fruit (a fruit is cut into several slices so that it is flat) and everything is in the lime/wrap with banana leaves.