King Of Crocodiles
Misbehavior

“Galang.” Nada was surprised by Galang's presence.

Soon maybe Nada got out of her car. Tone watched Galang's face that was filled with wounds. However, the man slightly turned his face away.

“Face lo why?” ask Nada.

“Gak papa's. Sorry, I was not focused.”

“Cute me.”

“Where to?” Tried to refuse.

“Udah, don't talk much.”

“How is my motor?”

Tone opens the car door, “Later I told people to make balikin motor lo.”

Tone pulled Galang's hand, and carried him into the car. Galang initially refuses, but Nada continues to force the man to come with her. Without a second thought, Nada drove his car at a moderate speed. During the journey, they kept quiet.

Until they finally reached a house. Yes, Nada took the man to her house. Then Nada invited Galang to sit down. He left her alone. Not long after, Nada came up with something in her hand.

“Lo fight with who?” Tone began to treat bruises around Galang's face.

“Ssttt..” Galang moaning in pain.

Meanwhile, Nada squinted her eyes. “Sorry.”

“Udah, I can do it myself.”

“Ck! Stubborn, you're not okay anymore. Besides, who the hell are you fighting? Why can bonyok gini.”

There was no response from Galang. The man just kept quiet.

Slowly Nada returned to treat the wound. Several times Galang moaned and endured the terrible pain on his face. The blow had left his face smashed. But as a man, Galang prestige if seen in pain in the presence of Nada. As much as possible he held back from looking dramatic.

Such circumstances brought the two close to each other. Even now their faces were facing each other, making their eyes look at each other. The tone stopped as Galang looked at him in the shade. Don't know why Nada's heart is beating so fast. Upon awakening, Nada placed the cloth on the table and tried to dodge it.

“Thank you,” said Galang.

The tone just nodded.

“Why do you please me?”

“Yes, I just feel sorry. The part of the face is battered that instead of treated, even went to wander out of the house.”

Galang approached Nada who was sitting right beside him. “Lo like yes same me?”

Deg.. Instantly both the eyes of the Tone are perfectly rounded. He turned towards Galang and looked at him sharply. Meanwhile, Galang blinked his eyes. The man teased Nada, making the hue on her cheek even more red.

“Don't call me like that!” Tone gives a cynical eye to the interlocutor.

Sontak Galang laughs, “Hahaha.. Lo funny if again salting it.”.

Tone clucked irritably.

Then he went to clean it all up. Galang sat alone in the living room. The condition of the house is very quiet. There was only a housekeeper who brought drinks for Galang. While looking around, suddenly Nada had returned with a snack in her hand.

“Home you are so quiet. Where are your parents?” ask Galang curious.

“They are busy working.”

“There is only me with Bi Surti aja.”

“Prospect.” Galang ruffled Nada's hair with anxiety.

Feeling devastated, Nada brusquely brushed off Galang's hand. “Don't hold my hair. This hair sacred.”

“Hahah..

The two of them continued the conversation. That day they did not fight. Even Nada started to be able to speak calmly. Because, usually every time they meet they must fight. There is something to argue about. Without feeling it's night. Time for Galang to go home.

The man did not forget to thank me. That night, Galang returned home by taxi online. Because the motorbike had been secured by Nada's men and taken home. Then Nada drove him forward, until Galang completely lost his sight.

**

Kringg…. Kringg…. Kringg….

As usual, the alarm always sounded loud every morning. And yes, for a while the owner of the alarm woke up from his beautiful dream. The tone opened the eyes slowly. He squinted when the sunlight had broken through his bedroom window.

The girl was silent for a moment. Feel the laziness that runs through his entire body. He glanced at the wall clock. There was still time for her to relax on the bed. Tone fingered and looking for his cell phone. Eventually, he managed to find the phone. There are several messages from Veny the mother.

“Hem... The habit of leaving for work is not waiting for his son to wake up,” grumbled Nada in the morning.

After meditating for quite a while, Nada decided to go take a bath. To be honest, he was lazy to face the morning. Because nothing is attractive to him. Parents who are always busy with their work. Plus the tasks always just make the head of the Tone throb.

After a while, Nada walked down the stairs. She was neat in her school uniform. Not to forget, the hair tied like a ponytail always accompany the days of Tone. According to him, tied hair is easier to do activities. Apparently Bi Surti was preparing breakfast.

“Again, Bi!” sapa Nada did not forget with a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Again, Non. Please eat Non, Aunty already cooked vegetables and also fried chicken.”

Tone is tempted by the food. Without a second thought, he ate his food.

“Where Non? Cute?”

“Takan Bibi is always the best,” praise Nada while brandishing her two thumbs.

“Non Nada want to bring supplies to school?”

“Neither to Bi. I'll eat in the canteen.”

Bi Surti nodded his head.

After eating, Nada rushed to school. He doesn't want to be late. If that happens, then he must receive punishment from the teacher BK. Therefore, Nada accelerated her footsteps. He drives a car casually.

It just so happened that morning it looked stuck. Many vehicles passed by. Not only cars, but motorcycles also dominate. Several times Nada glanced at his watch. It takes a long time if this jam is prolonged. Finally Nada decided to find a shortcut.

“Huft... Finally can be free from jammed.” Breathing tone relieved.

The path he took was a little further. But at least now Nada does not need to crammed with other cars. Until one day, his car suddenly stopped. Nada was surprised. He tried to revive her. But no, the car can't turn back on.

“Duh... Why else is this a car?” ocehniah.

Then Nada went down and checked it. He had not understood the machine all this time. So free he tried to check. The girl spread her eyes around. No one can help him. While ruffled by the waist, Nada tried to contact her subscription mechanic.

However, because it was too early the workshop could not be contacted. Now Nada is confused. No one can help him now. Several times he contacted Eliana, but his best friend could not be reached.

“Still this morning. Don't make me kesel dong, Bil,” oceh Nada non-stop on his favorite car.