
“Bang Ken.“ I'm trying to digest this weird taste. His head was hiding in the recess of my neck, but he pricked my ears.
I took the shot, because of this very amused taste sensation. Before long, he pulled his head back. Our foreheads touched, the look in his eyes seemed to radiate a sense of regret. But, what is it like a dear person?
“Abang has promised not to do this again. I didn't start first either.“ I'm trying to calm down here.
“But Brother will miss, if long time no see you. Why go to Singapore? Why not reason with Givan so you can take Bunga and Brother? Are you gonna bother with Keith there, Dek?“ His voice was so slow that his bass was clear.
“Because I'm there to be busy, Bang.“ I'm sure about this.
Ceysa attended school there, of course I contributed to the beginning of his education and socialization there. I even had the feeling that I would stay there for a long time.
I ventured to look back into those loving eyes. “Abang wants to go to Singapore, because Brother wants to run from the Princess. I know that, Bang.“ Because clearly, the red mark did not diminish in the slightest.
“The person is you, which makes you have to run away from the Princess. The cake, you'll miss the touch brother. Well, Brother love memento before you leave.“
The inevitable attack happened. I have to be willing for my neck to be the victim of this striped-neck man. Now we are the same species.
I quickly scooped up his face, putting on my flat face. He laughed with joy, holding hands and looking at the beauty he made.
The fart!
“You're sexy times, Dek.“ Her babbles are like a baby.
Yeah, big baby. Big baby is a little crazy.
I immediately picked up my hijab, then put it on foot toward the mirror. In an instant, the disgrace of my dagger was tightly shut by this hijab.
I imagine my daily life at the home of the late Bang Lendra in Singapore. Yeah, I'll stay there. But the problem is, how do I get to work there?
Lightly, my hijab is still loose even though I am from a child and teenager in Saudi. I didn't just veil up, when I was outside this province. But with this sign, I must always veil for the honor of my marwah in the eyes of those who look.
Saiko is Kenandra! You, striped neck men!
“I'm back!“ I moved to get out of his room.
“Eh, uh, uh! Kiss dong first.“ He immediately held the door of his room that was half open because of me.
“Yes!“ I could only shut up as he kissed my whole face.
Boro-boro asks for anther with a romantic piggy bank. Now, I'm re-injuring. I was bored when I got home. Fortunately there was no mother, so I was safe from her questions.
I cleaned myself up, then decorated for a break tonight. With this giraffe-like neck, I had to lock the door to my room because I wasn't hooded. I want to be veiled anyway, my hair is wet and I want to sleep.
But before resting, I took the time to prepare my things first. Believe it or not, I'm like an appetizer carrying new things in my suitcase. Yeah how else, just these new things I haven't worn yet.
My clothes, my belt, my hijab, my shoes and my bag are pretty piled up, but thankfully I always exchange things with my mom Canda, or listen to her brother-in-law too. Ipar-ipar mbak Canda tends to be slim after giving birth, supposedly due to inner pressure. Yeah, I know, it's just their joke. Because I know, they're all taking care of the body. In fact, their husbands were able to afford to finance their beauty treatments.
This is because, their husbands eyes basket. Including my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law, I never had an affair after marriage refer to mbak Canda. But his eyeballs until moved to the tail of his eyes, when he saw a sexy woman, bohay, fragrant and beautiful. Generally male, he said redundant if not seen.
Because they often exchange goods, as a result there are no unused items and accumulate in the closet. Because I have money, I always buy clothes every time I pay. After two or three wear, I will bring my clothes to give to the brother-in-law who wants. I understand about the science of hisab, I don't want my ego to even make it difficult for me in the afterlife.
After I felt my suitcase was ready, I immediately laid my body in bed. For worship, I still need a guide. I will pray, if ordered. I don't know when I'm like this, whether women are like this. Because I saw Mbak Canda as well, she graduated from pesantren but often worshiped him when her husband did not order him to pray on time. Still mending he mengqodo, I even neglected. If I had the test of life, I would have remembered who my God was.
May I also have a priest who can sue me to improve my religion. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I'm sure it's not just my disgrace, but I obviously need someone to fix my religion. Maybe I'm some of the people around your neighborhood.
With sleepy eyes, at midnight I have to leave for the airport. Look at little Ceysa, she's snoring in her baby sitter sling. Geniuses like one of my nephews, tend to play with his eyes. I mean, he doesn't talk much if not to the people closest to him. His face, too, tends to look innocent and as if judes. In fact, it is also judes.
“Tan, this is my first flight.“ Chandra always holds hands with me.
The children of the rich, but allowed to grow in the village only. They never vacation far, they vacation only around the province alone. Plus, the vehicle is on vacation only by car only.
Uh, but I remember something. “Abang has lived in Brazil. Forgot that? This isn't your first flight.“ The eldest of this Canda mbak does like to be called by the name of brother.
“Kan my age is one year, where remember. But the first flight after I grew up, this time. I'm afraid of plane drunk, must be ashamed.“ The body of the bachelor who has puberty tends to be high like his father. His father was taller than his brothers. If not mistaken, the height of Givan's bang is about one hundred and seventy-five centimeters. While the other brother is at least about one hundred and seventy, there may be those below the height of one or two inches.
In my opinion, generally high only Indonesians. If Keith, yes indeed the crossbreed so commonplace if the height up to one hundred and eighty it. His mother was not really native Singapore, because Singapore was still Asia. His mother's parents were from all of the USA, then migrated to Singapore and gave birth to his mother Keith.
“Initial is okay. But if you have often and drunk plane continues, yes shy it.“ We were ready to sit in the plane seat.
“Tan, I deg-degan.“ Chandra held my hand quite tightly.
“Bismillah dong.“ I'm getting ready, too, because the plane is about to take off now.
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