Come on, the Negabrutian
Cake familiar?
Jemima sat on a chair that was two rows in front of the mysterious young man. He was seen glancing back, but turned back his gaze and chose to look out the window.
This time, he did not enjoy the night view of the city, but continued to think about who the young man was back there.
Seriously. Rich is no stranger, Jemima.
About thirty minutes later, the girl came back down at the stop, waiting for the last bus to go to her house.
When he got off, the bus drove off. Jemima again noticed the young man who was still on the bus.
Suddenly his eyes rounded, as if he could see how it looked behind the hoodie.
"It was cake si.... ah. but his time anyway? The cupu. Where there is the appearance of that cake," muttered Jemima alone.
Not long after, the bus arrived. The girl immediately entered because she wanted to get home and rest.
It doesn't take long. Fifteen minutes later, the bus stopped at a stop in front of the gate of the Royal Resident housing complex, where the Budiman family home is located.
Jemima immediately came down and walked into the complex area. As usual, the cheerful and jolly girl always greeted everyone she met, until almost all the residents of the complex who looked individualist knew her.
As he was just passing through several houses, a motorcycle appeared from a distance about to pass on the opposite street.
"Bang Odi's motorcycle. Where are you going, man?" Jemima Mumbles.
He then shouted to his brother who had just passed by. Jordi braked his bike and looked back without turning off the engine.
Jemima was seen waving his hands towards the older brother. Jordi then returned to do the bike and turn the direction, approaching his sister who was still standing on the side of the road.
"Ngapain calling?" jordi asked as she stopped in front of Jemima.
"Where are you going, Bang? Follow dong, "smart Jemima.
"Not anyone's coming along. Sonoh gih home. Malem too. I want to work, not play. In the meantime your malem clock is nyampe," said Jordi.
"Well... Mah's brother was adeknya. I also want to see what cake you look like. Bener peels," complained Jemima.
"Yes my anterin is behind the cake" said Jemima.
"Lu forgot your bet ama bokap? Ah ah, I pulled it. Sono walk home. It's this deck" said Jordi.
The young man turned his motorbike back on and drove away from Jemima who was upset with his second brother's attitude that was completely indifferent.
Jemima finally stepped back to his house which was still three blocks away.
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On the streets of the capital, Jordi rode her motorbike splitting the bustling street with the hustle and bustle of vehicles. It was almost eight o'clock at night, and he was almost late for live perfomance.
This time he will perform at a fairly famous nightclub, becoming an additional performer, before the main guest star perform.
About half an hour drive away, Jordi finally arrived at the place. As the young man was about to turn towards the basement parking lot, he saw someone walking on the sidewalk holding a guitar bag.
Although his appearance was so closed, yet he knew him very well that person.
Jordi pulled the bike right next to the man.
"Well come in with me" he asked.
That guy also looked. Apparently he's the guitarist, Fredy, who's not wearing his vespas tonight.
"Kirain is in your court" said Fredy.
"Gue is late, because the permission must first be the same commander. You know what my own bokap is. Which motor are you, Fred? How's the walk?" ask Jordi.
"Born. I took a bus to get here" Fredy replied.
The two of them went inside together, and prepared to do a show.
Seriate... 🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥