Tell a Story About Us
part 11's
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Bina boarded the Vespa Irgi, with the owner sitting in front of her, preparing to start the bike.
"Ir."
The call managed to divert their attention to the origin of the sound. The girl in the PMR uniform next to the motorcycle is now their point of view.
Bina blinked her eyes, her body instantly frozen motionless in its position. How'this? Will it be a destroyer of people's relationships? Is he going to be the trigger for them to fight? Will it hurt someone's heart? Bina doesn't really want to. Negative thoughts continue to haunt Bina, questions about what and how continue to spin in her head. Did he make the wrong decision, by agreeing to the arranged marriage that had been planned.
"Rooms?"
The voice of the young man in front of Bina, managed to make Bina regain consciousness, but his body was still motionless, even moving a little hand he could not. Bina was completely silent, not making a single sound. 'This is me going down?' Bina was really afraid of this position, she was afraid of moving or making her voice, she was afraid it would make something wrong, she was afraid of making a mistake.
"Gi..." Pita, the girl looked at Irgi asking, her voice softly no impression of anger at all.
"It's Build." Irgi replied, he slightly glanced at Bina. "Wahyu told me to drop off, because Bina returned home to take an angkot, at this hour there is no angkot." Evidently.
Bina timidly glanced at the girl who was still standing next to the motorbike she was riding on. He saw, the girl nodded slowly, muttering the word 'oh' without a sound. Perhaps consciously noticed by someone, the girl glanced at Bina, quickly Bina turned her gaze down.
"Why are you here, the excursion is over?" Irgi asked as her lover's gaze pointed at Bina.
"Oh, I just want to give you this, I made this morning hopefully still good to eat.” Ribbon thrusting the food box in front of Irgi, smiling brightly.
"Thank you dear." Irgi smiles at Pita, he receives the box, shuffling the girl's hair with anxiety.
"I'll go first, Dad." Pita still smiled brightly towards Irgi.
"Okay, who will you go home with? I'll come back here again if no one wants to."
"I'm not the same papa, thank you." Ribbon waved his hand. "Be careful." His smile still did not fade.
"Okee drugs."
Irgi turns on his motor when he sees Pita is gone from his sight. He began to leave the school grounds with Bina sitting on her bonnet.
"Sister..." Bina called slowly when the Irgi motorbike was felt far from school. As usual Irgi run his motor slowly, making Bina's voice can be heard clearly in Irgi's ear.
"Hm."
"That's.. Sister's boyfriend isn't papa?" Bina asked, his voice was almost inaudible if only Irgi drove the bike a little faster.
"Pita? No papa. You don't have to interfere Bin, I've told you, my problem and Pita is my business." Irgi answered softly.
"Hmmm..." Bina mutters.
Honestly, he was afraid of being grabbed, and dragged down from Irgi's motorbike, then he was brutally executed by the girl, as in the movies he often watched. Although he knew the girl was behaving gently at their last meeting the other day, but who knew her name was human.
"We are not as you think Bin. He's a gentle person, he's mature, no maybe he's jealous of that rich trifle, he also knows how to control emotions, what priorities are." Irgi speech at length.
The tone is like a very typical Irgi, soft no voice higher intonation or arrogant tone in it, really soft. If he thinks, Irgi looks very thin on his father, the father is a man who speaks soft words if advising or talking seriously, behind to his cuaksan. Bina sense of voice and manner of speaking Irgi is her favorite of this young man before her.
"Because that's why Irgi's sister likes Kak Pita?" It's nothing, Bina was just curious.
"Hmmm... How yes, if you say that's the reason is also not, but maybe, one of them can be said." The young man nodded his head.
"Ooh.. storyain dong Kak, how did Kak Pita fit?" Bina asked, he slightly pressed his head beside Irgi's head, ready to hear the story.
"Repo." Reply Irgi briefly.
"Ck, ngak papa, add a collection of romance stories I brother." Bina put her hand on Irgi's shoulder, patted him, then he squeezed it out.
Irgi wiggled his shoulders which treated Bina bak squishy. Unreleased, Irgi clapped Bina's hand on his shoulder.
"You, sick.." Bina patted Irgi's shoulder a little tight, rewinded his head, then he raised his hand, so he rubbed his hand which was now flushed.
Bina clucked in annoyance, her lips she was weaving forward, "it's just that, Brother Irgi even bales fast, my hands are red." Her speech.
"Gruby."
Bina again patted Irgi's shoulder tightly, making the young man grimace in pain.
"Lebay Lebay, sick people really." Bina raised her voice a little. He kept his seat back away from Irgi.
"This is where I see."
Irgi removed his left hand from the steering wheel, stretched it backward, asking Bina to show his hand.
Bina stretched out her hand, which Irgi caught so easily. The young man occasionally noticed Bina's hand as his eyes focused on the streets. He saw Bina's hand slightly flushed.
"A little bit of a doang." He said, but before long the young man muttered a prayer, then he blew Bina's hand repeatedly.
Bina who was treated so, instead of baper he even remembered his father again. The father also treated him in such a way if he fell, as a child. The man always told Bina when he fell, to stay strong even though he was a woman, he had to be strong. This young man really made him miss his father.
Aware his hand was still in Irgi's grasp, Bina hurriedly pulled him over.
"Isn't it sick?" The young man in front of Bina asked.
"Yes." Yeah." Say Bina slowly.
"I have a question." Irgi makes a sound, when Bina is silent.
"What?"
"About your family, may I ask?"
Bina nodded, though she knew the young man in front of her could not see her. Bina sighed, then muttered.
"What is your family, how are the people?"
"Hmmm..." Bina thought. "Nature?" Bina asked doubtfully. Got a murmur from Irgi he continued. "You father, yes maybe the same rich om Andi, gentle mother, continued Apin ya that nagging just as little naughty, but funny." Said Bina while remembering how the nature of her family members.
"You boy?" The young man asked again.
Bina was a little surprised by Irgi's question, making, maybe just her, a little awkward here. Bina was silent for quite a while, thinking this was their longest conversation, and they would talk quite long like this only when they were on the bike, on the road to their destination. Maybe with this they will get to know each other more, because they themselves do not know in the future what will be like, and maybe this is the way Irgi solve everything.
"Hmm, Bina likes basketball." Saying, briefly.
"That's all? The others don't exist." Irgi frowned.
Bina shook her head, "ng." Said doubtful. "So Brother Irgi?" ask Bina to divert the conversation.
"After I said, you should also say Bina. I don't know what will happen in the future, but it's better to know first."
Bina just nodded her head. He also knows but it's hard to make himself more open with new people like Irgi. They even only communicate if they are on the bike, they are like people who know in school. Bina also does not want to be close to Irgi at school, but it means Bina, that's it.
"Yes, Brother Irgi first." Vocabulary.
"OK, starting from papa, papa tuh serious but not serious, he is the type of person who is very firm if it is serious or angry, but soft and humorous. Mama, she's gentle, loving and considerate. If I am, yes just as you can see, what it is." Irgi.
"Sister Irgi has a brother?" Bina asked, curious because she could not find anyone else in this young man's house.
"No, I'm an only child, build two brothers?"
"Yes, build the first child, Apin bontot."
Irgi smiled, presumably if later they argue it will be difficult. The only child and the firstborn, let's see tomorrow who will win if they argue. But it looks like Irgi will eat more than Bina, he will train himself to be more patient. Even though he does not know what he and Bina will be like in a few years.
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