
"Din, we're getting married, yuk!"
Dinda immediately turned her head when Yoga said that. How not? They have been friends since childhood until now. From birth until now almost twenty-one years of his life.
"Crazy, lo!" said Dinda while hitting the back of Yoga's head a little hard with the book she rolled in hand.
"Sick, man! Crazy why anyways? I'm talking in my right mind, really!" said the young man who is now undergoing education at this famous university. He rubbed his aching head from Dinda's punch.
"Yes crazy, I was. You know, if you think about it, don't get my hands on it!" dinda said again. The book he had in his hand had almost withered back if only Yoga had not held the young girl's hand.
"Seriously! I'm not kidding!"
"Huh?" Dinda stared at Yoga not believing.
"Ehm, actually bokap nyokap asked me to marry young, from yesterday they were still telling me to find a future wife. Yes, I have a candidate. Clara is so hard to get!" yoga said with annoyance.
Dinda stared lazily at the figure of her best friend.
"Lo's suffering, why do I have to be so airy too? Lagian Lo yes, at most Mama Puspa asked elo to marry because elo change mulu chick, nih! Macarin the son of the mulu. Danger kan. What if one of them is determined, beuh! Mama Puspa will definitely be raging. Well, that's really what Mama Puspa said, elo mengingan aja rather than making people's children have children!" said Dinda with ease.
Yoga does not like the words of his best friend. "Eh, sorry yes although I am a lot of macarin virgin guys, but I am still an ori! I still have never touched and have never been touched by the naughty hands of women," said Yoga who made Dinda stare and do not believe at all.
"Don't believe! Elo tuh playboy class. All the girls on campus elo pacarin!" dinda.
"Eh, really, seriously! Although I dated a lot of other people, but I never did not check in on them. I've never looked like a girl. If you kiss and play chest squeeze ever, but if you play sports exchange sweat never, I swear!" said the young man while raising his two fingers to form the letter V, hoping his best friend believed. However, Dinda was disgusted by the recognition of Yoga just now.
"Ih, pervert! Don't believe me. I can't believe it's just that!" said Dinda again while crossing both hands in front of the chest. Yoga looked at Dinda lazily.
"Well, if you don't believe. I can prove that I am still a virgin! Come on, let's prove it right now. Let's believe I'm still an ori!" say Yoga while approaching Dinda.
Finding Yoga approaching, Dinda was shocked and pushed the young man's waist with her feet.
"Yoga! Don't deletin me! Beware of you, dare to decetin me, guaranteed swollen got Lo!" point Dinda at the area inside Yoga shorts.
Yoga who heard the threat of Dinda stared in horror and closed hers with both palms. "Asset my future! Danger of getting an elo kick!" yoga says while grimacing imagining pain. How not to be horrified, Dinda is a taekwondo athlete who can not be doubted his kicks and fists. In fact, Yoga can not fight this tiny thin girl.
"Yeah elo play deket. Ask for proof again. It's really good, lo. Huh!" Dinda pointed her fist at Yoga.
"Well, I just want you to believe me for what I said. Proving that I'm still ori, untouched by their hands. Yeah, you want to marry me? Than I was betrothed to his daughter's sister-in-law's cousin mama. Please!" said the young man who was only different was born two months from Dinda while clenching his palms in front of his chest.
"Eh, where are you going?" tanya Yoga when Dinda woke up with her bag.
"You're home. I am also free here when it comes to marriage. My goal is to study together, too," said Dinda with annoyance.
"Eh, yes. Here I teach you again." said Yoga while holding Dinda's hand.
"It's not in the mood!" dinda replied while shaking Yoga's hand from him. Dinda walked quickly to the door of the Yoga room.
"Yee, that's how angry you are, anyway. I just took it. No need to be angry too!" kata Yoga also rose and followed the footsteps of Dinda who now went down to the bottom floor. "Din, wait!" yelling Yoga followed down.
From the kitchen, the mother of Yoga came out with a cake in her hand, still hot as smoke billowed from the tray she was carrying.
"Where are you going? Learned it?" tanya Puspa, Yoga mother.
"Already, Ma. But Yoga isn't hard, instead of learning something else!" dinda said with a lip. Puspa stared intently at his only son, Yoga only smiled while scratching the back of his head.
"Yoga, why also make Dinda kesel, you should teach Dinda until you can," said Puspa gave a warning.
"I'm just gonna make Dinda get married, Ma. I think Mama wants to."
"I don't want to. Sorry, yes, Ma. Who would want to have a husband like her? There will be me screaming every day because it was made in a sprain. Stand dead!" dinda doesn't care.
"Yee, you don't know. If I were my wife, I would be happy every day. There is no such thing as sad," said Yoga did not want to lose.
Puspa gave a small smile at the interaction of the two children in front of him. He held a plate in his hand. "Yes, eat this first. I've made you your favorite cake, baby if it's not eaten."
Dinda smiled happily and approached, and took a piece of cake that was a lot of his favorite cheese cream. Dinda enjoyed the cake while smiling happily, the cake made by Mama Puspa was very delicious, in contrast to her mother who was not good at making cakes.
"Enak, Ma. Dinda take this all home." Dinda took a plate of the cake, making Yoga not accept because of the cake made by her mother, Dinda took all. He came forward and was about to grab the plate in Dinda's hand, but Dinda quickly retreated and avoided it.
"Eh, Din! I want to too!" yelled Yoga chasing Dinda.
"Can't! It's for me all!" Dinda also shouted, getting away and out of the house by running away from Yoga.
Puspa saw the two children running around leaving him and could only shake his head, smiling amusedly while imagining the two children unexpectedly growing up so quickly.
Puspa rubbed his chest that was a little painful, then decided to go towards his room was.