Pick up Time
Lastri and Ghost
Hoaaammmm.
"Sir, wes cloud!", I said.
Lastri wakes up and wakes up something that is asleep.
"Loh, look, look!"
"What is it anyway?" said Lastri, enjoying our seconds in the warmth of our room that was not even fitted with air conditioning.
"Gini loh mas, I just want to be with you. You don't go anywhere, yeah! Fear you are tempted by the same 'Widow of Warang' out there!", said Lastri who increasingly wants to speed up "prime gains".
"Yaudah dek, I'm leyeh-leyeh just waiting for you not to finish".
"Hehe, mas likes ice cream right? I don't see ya, how tau yak, hehe".
"Mmmm, nice deck! Like canned milk, hehe".
"Oh want some milk? Not only milkin yes mas!", said Lastri while close the row of hills standing.
"Hush! Don't fret! Remember there's a deck-sensorist!", I said reprimanding in a glaring glance at him.
"Oh yes, yes, hehe. Where was the one who asked for milk?".
"I'm the deck, your coolest mas, hehe".
"Bikin' himself! Wlee!".
"You know what, I came out!", my tone was a little threatening.
"Yes, get out there!" said Lastri.
"Yes".
Because I felt a little vibe of benefit, I finished things fun on the mattress and blanket.
Lastri taunted me for giving up after one shot of my DP-28 rifle. The schedule is long. This rifle is equipped with several bullets in one magazine that is quite unique. However, it is very sorry for the future heroes who died on the field of action.
Only my wife Lastri smiled with satisfaction, a sign of wanting more.
"Dek, I'm going to Simpang Kades. You wanna get some ice candles, okay?".
"No, I already have you mas" said Lastri while licking his fingers after drinking the delicious canned cap milk.
"Yes, the point is that your lunch is shopping. Don't go anywhere, COD. If necessary, bring your million ras with a can of Khong Guans to donate to a charity box at the nearest mosque!".
"What the hell mas! Ngawur!", Lastri mocked me by sticking out his tongue which was still wet by the sweet thick milk liquid cap tasty.
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"Dec, padlocked pager huh! Later if there is anything to help the neighbors!", I said.
"Yes, safe".
"Yes, I'm not leaving, Assalamu'alaikum!".
"Wa'alaikumussalam wr. wb.".
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In the middle of the journey, my stomach is full and my eyes are a little sleepy to be unstoppable due to the pleasure of eating well with my beloved wife. I felt called upon as I passed through the clean and well-kept mosque by the roadside, despite the dust in the windows.
The muezzin said a soft-pitched adhan while occasionally coughing because he could not resist the saliva that fell into the esophagus. The Champion, my favorite Yamaha motorcycle, complained of fatigue from chasing the time that never stopped spinning. The exhaust is already the standard of racing competition and the letters are complete, making the Champion is not restrained to participate in taking ablution in the mosque.
Suppose you are an angel, O Champion! So, immediately I make the bridle so as not to be dangerous because the wind from the exhaust stomps the motorcyclist like an average fart.
Chequek.
Lock my bike out and I put it in my pocket. Rim my discs to fit the padlock so they don't run away on their own or get stolen. As a result, I was able to pray with a smile of happiness, facing the Almighty God.
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"Duh mas, dirty dishes ain't washed. Time has to be me all anyway mas" said Lastri.
"Assalamu'alaikum!".
"Greetings alaikum! Who's it?".
"Bukain door deck, I laper want to eat".
"Who? Mr Dirman? He said he wanted a friendship, this is how he came home".
"Gini loh deck, I'd rather you than Maxim's driver".
"Huh?", Lastri closed the door quickly knowing it wasn't Dirman.
"Mas, is that you?", cried Lastri from behind the window.
"It's me deck, ghost cook!".
We both laughed because it turns out that there were people who did not deliberately flush dust in the street instead hit by Dirman Suparman, my favorite.