All About You
Om And Pondering

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"You want to go?" Angga frowned as his daughter who had just finished her work walked out while wearing her leather jacket.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

"Eat, it's already noon." answered Rania accordingly.

"Normally also waiting for the big one?"

"By the same time, for the lager." the girl tidied up her slightly messy hair, then applied a little moisturizing cream on her face. Do not forget also lipbalm to moisturize his lips.

"When have you been dancing?" angga's forehead returned to his snarl as he saw different things his daughter did.

"Holder dandan, just a moisturizer." Rania looked at herself in the mirror, feeling quite satisfied with what she had done.

"Steep aja dandan." muttered Angga, feeling dislike.

My daughter is starting to change.

"Dedek, there's a nyari." Someone called him from the outside.

"Who?" Angga.

"Thuh, ...

And Dimitri was seen standing in front of the storefront, without wearing his suit and tie, only his trousers and black shirt with his arms rolled up to his elbows. The man smiled as he nodded his head at Angga who was staring dislikefully at him.

"It's a habit to worry about it, don't be like a lion want to nerkam that" muttered Rania who caught the look of dislike on her father's face.

"What?"

"Are you ready?" Dimitri walked closer.

"Udah." Rania nodded her head, then she glanced to the side where her father was, gesturing for Dimitri to ask permission. And it seemed that the man understood his terms.

"Ehm, ..." Dimitri cleared his throat, "Ijin take Zai, uh... Rania out for a second, sir?" he said, a little nervous.

"Where else now?" Anga with a flat voice.

"You eat, as usual."

"Yesterday lunch, yesterday again eat too, and then yesterday again. Keep eating? want to make the fat oneng, huh ngajak he ate only? How long?" he folded both his hands on his chest.

"An hour or two maybe."

"Two hours, one hour."

"Mh...

"What do you want to eat for two hours? the rolling goat that he wants himself?" ketus answer.

"mmm...

"What the hell? papa ngawur's. It's ah, ..." Rania walked over to Dimitri. "Come on," she grabbed the man's hand then pulled him away.

"Excuse me sir, excuse me first." said Dimitri who walked heartily following the steps of his lover.

"The package is available, Oneng!" yelled Angga, made his daughter turn and then glanced before the two finally got into Dimitri's car, then left. And Rania seemed to raise her jacket to the base of her neck.

My daughter is big, duh. The man pressed down on his chest that felt an ache, and a feeling of unwillingness again controlled his heart. But he was unable to do anything, because his daughter was already an adult, and he had the right to decide his own wishes.

A young man with his motocross entered the workshop area and stopped right in front of Angga who was still standing staring at the departure of his daughter with the foreign man.

"Om again see what the hell is so serious?" Galang approached and turned his head and looked towards the direction of Angga's gaze.

"Hhh.. My son is already big Lang." the man muttered.

"What?"

"The oneng is big." answered Angga.

"Well, I'm the same age as you?"

"Gue still felt that he was still kindergarten, which every day I anter school, hold his hand until entering class. Sometimes I wait for him at the door, just look at the door he's doing." Angga with a sad tone, like a heartbroken man whose lover left.

Galang bearded, with one corner of his lips drawn up. "Om weird?" said the young man, then looked into the inner area.

"Is there an om?" he glanced at the squeeze motor parked in the corner of the workshop courtyard.

"At least, he's gone." Angga replied, and his gaze was still on the highway where the car disappeared carrying his daughter away.

"Where? really late at this hour go?"

"He eats."

"eat? isn't it usual for someone to send?"

"So don't know, he's coming right now if anyone's convinced."

"Nhaiji? She's gone with people?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Tumben-tumbenan there's no one to make sure he's gone?"

"Eat him."

"Who did he go with?"

"Sponsor."

"Sponsor?"

"Si Dimi." Angga replied in an annoyed tone, and immediately made Galang stunned.

"Gue kelp it if you remember that." Angga returned to his usual place to keep silent watching his workers in the workshop.

"So that's really om?" Accompanied follow him.

"What?"

"Rania has a relationship with Dimitri?"

"It looks like it."

"Official request?"

"Official what pea! they're just dating." Angga was increasingly upset to hear the words of his neighbor's son.

"Yes that means, officially dating."

"Well, do you know? the oneng said? why not to om? recently after two months they've been together."

"What??" Galang.

"So usually dudul!" Angga threw it with scrap paper that he rolled up into a circle the size of a fist.

"They've been dating him that long?"

"Yes, hide and hide."

"Pantesan all along. "the young man remembered the time he had caught Rania and Dimitri making out on several occasions.

Yaiyalah, kiss-time without relationship? his inner.

"What?"

"Not by."

"You just found out too?"

"Well, that's why I'm shocked."

"So, usually does anything know?"

"This is not it."

Angga.

"Why do you want to come here? want service?" Angga then asked.

"No. I was going to meet Oneng."

"You what?"

"You gave me this ticket." Galang handed over two tickets to Angga. "If you want to watch it too."

"What ticket?"

"Tournament tickets."

"Tournament?"

"Roof?"

"Not really, that kind of freestyle arena competition."

"Oh, ... who's jumping around?"

"That's kind. I hope you will see if you are not busy. Mom's mom will be gone too."

"No, I'll come."

"Open if you can."

"I'm not sure, because he's filming an ad this weekend."

"Wow, so too?"

"Yes, I told you not to take it but he's still."

"That's it?"

"Hmm. but it will be said."

"Oh, but I hope I can."

"Yes, who knows."

Galang nodded his head.

"How will Rania continue to race after you enter this competition?"

"Call me, all I follow is if I have a race holiday. Which now happens to be a long race holiday."

"Yes too, just now there was an email race back two weeks, extreme weather in Europe is still continued."

"Who are we going to Europe again?"

"Yes, to Jeres with Le Mans. The rest of Qatar goes to America."

"Lumayan is Om?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"How did you go to college? where are the races, plus Join the tournament again? not disturbing your activities?"

"No. It can be arranged. College issues can be conditioned as well. Yeah, same romp extra errands anyway." Galang laughing.

"Aren't you dizzy?"

"Dizziness anyway. But mumpung there is an opportunity, fortunately the same lecturer on campus gave waivers as well. Because the name of oneng soared in the international scene, I got preevilage from campus, they knew that I was the mechanical team of the oneng. Yes, yes, just walk. Work done, college walk. Money is also."

"But the ends of money."

"Yes, what else? you can go to college with your own money, it's cool. Not too bad for the old man. Just living a life."

"Well, good at that."

"Yes om. Yes, I've left first, want to practice the same track check." said Galang.

"okay."

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Rania sipped her favorite cold drink quickly, thirst was very pronounced, especially because the weather was very hot that day.

"Father, have you always been like that to the men who approach you?" Dimitri ate his lunch. A serving of carbonara pasta with meat balls as a companion, also orange juice as a drink.

"Which cowboy? the most Galang. If he's always got to shake papa."

"Why?"

"Because it's too tight."

"You guys are that close?"

"Who? That's wrong?" Rania feeds her super spicy fried rice.

"Yes." Yeah."

"He's been watching me since Kindergarten."

"Oh yeah, I shot you too, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"How now?"

"What?"

"Your relationship."

"What connection? you're just a friend."

"Oh, ...

"Why indeed?"

"Not why, just wondering. And no chatter either." Dimitri.

"Did you?"

"The more I see you, the more it seems that papa you don't like me?" the man switched the conversation.

"Just how you feel."

"But it's clear."

"Papa is not easy to get along with people, especially considering you were originally our sponsor. So yeah, ... might feel there's a gap far enough."

"What gap? we're the same in this tofu?"

"But my dad thinks differently. Just like his brother, especially with others. You for instance. Even though we still have a brother relationship."

"Yes yes, so what is our genealogy? Papa you're papi's niece?"

"Don't understand that problem."

"You're my nephew dong?"

"Hmm... So what if I call you? it's om? hahaa... " Rania laughed out loud. "I'm dating om-om."

Dimitri laughed.

"But it's okay, if the om-om is like you, it's still good to be dressed."

"There are you."

"Eh, seriously. If the genealogy is that okay, right? we're still brothers."

"Maybe it's okay, the evidence is papi and my mom is supportive. If for example it can not be yes it is definitely forbidding from the beginning."

"Times?" Rania held back a smile with her blushing cheeks.

"Yes, pound it." the man smiled.

"Alright, Om. That's pretty relieved." Rania chuckled, her head even looking up until her neck was clearly exposed.

"Yes, ... mm... It seems that later papi and mama also want to visit your home?"

"What?" Rania coughed, almost spitting out the food that had just entered her mouth.

"I called you all night."

"Why what?"

"Just visit."

"Seriously?"

"Hu'um." Dimitri sipped his drink to half as much as he stared at the expression of the girl in front of him.

"So, nephew, are you ready to accept your parents' arrival home?" the man pulled both his eyebrows up.

Die me! inner Rania.

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