Ketos That's My Husband
Pir'un Drills

Chapters. 25

"Gue didn't hear wrong, did he?" ask Dimas to re-assure again.

"No. Your thoughts are as persistent as I am now" Johan said, confirming Dimas's thoughts.

Dimas turned to look at Johan. Raised one eyebrow, then asked. "You know what?"

Johan shakes. "It doesn't seem necessary. Lo knows Ghani doesn't like it the most if his personal affairs are meddled," recalls Johan.

Dimas nodded. They know very well how Ghani. Either, the man's eyes are problematic or indeed very bad at judging a woman. To the point of choosing the wrong soul mate. Er, wrong choosing a lover.

"Yes already. We'll monitor aja. If it's too much, open the eyes of the head of the stone," break Dimas.

Then they choose to immediately head towards their respective motors. Then they carried the two-wheeled vehicles to their headquarters. Where it is the place of the association of members of their motorcycle gang. Of course, outside the supervision of schools and parents.

Meanwhile, in a different place, there was a girl who stopped her motorbike and immediately took shelter under a tree. The girl nagged indistinctly from earlier.

"Ck! This was because of the great Mas Mendung, even Mas Rain who played hugs. Wet my clothes again!" his protest while stomping his feet in the paving neatly arranged there. "Somehow Feli talked about them. It will come down to the rain! Arrghhh ..where do not bring raincoats, again! My mother must have missed me. I don't want what I need!"

Who else if it wasn't Rinda who could say such a ridiculous thing. Having a double status, apparently does not make Rinda immediately change. Still underestimating something dsn very careless.

"Why did it come today, Mom! I haven't done any preparation to welcome you. Huuaa!" whine Rinda.

The girl hugged herself who was starting to feel cold while waiting for the rain to subside. Sure, his mouth doesn't stop nagging. Luckily, there was no one else. If there was, it was clear that Rinda would be mistaken for a lunatic.

However, Rinda had not had time to reach the phone in the bag, seen a sports motorcycle that pulled over in front of him. Rinda recognized the motor. That was why he only glanced cynically without any intention of greeting.

It could be that Rinda broke through the rain as was his habit all along. However, this time in his bag there are some comics that he just bought. There is no way he would sacrifice them. Moreover, this is the chapter that Rinda is waiting for. It wasn't easy to get it. Because he had to fight with other teenagers.

"Why don't you get a raincoat?" ask the man who is now standing beside Rinda.

"Forgotten," Rinda answered briefly without looking at the person.

The person seemed to nod faintly, looking at the appearance of Rinda who was seen partially wet with droplets escaping from the shade of the tree above them at this moment.

"Aren't you going home?" ask the man again.

Rinda held back her anxiety while turning her head towards the man.

"Lo don't see, brother? It rained hard, I didn't bring a raincoat. I was told to go home, was that it? Want me to charity along the way? Huh huh? Not really mind you!" rinda was so upset with the high notes. Ghani looked at him with a very sharp look.

Ghani raised her eyebrows, her gaze was also just as sharp. Then without a word, the man turned his body and went back up on the green sport bike.

The man wearing the raincoat immediately pulled the gas lever and left Rinda staring at the warah. Not believing in a man's attitude is very annoying.

"Goddessa ....! Who's her husband! It could be like the king of the pear'un!" rinda yelled annoyed at being left behind by her own husband, Ghani. "Normally, the suit he wears is given to me. He continues to be the rain. That, cake. Not really his real son, Mama Ay deh, I guess."