
"Yes," he answered briefly with a finger now dancing on the laptop keyboard.
"The body is big, the body is high, if jealous, everything is in rage. Riki-riki, that's the name," I said as I played the phone and leaned back.
"Dark, Bocil! You're not being polite!"
"Why Om Tuir? Good, isn't the song?"
"There's no such thing as lyrics, you could get penalized for changing people's song lyrics."
"Budu very!" I stared at the phone back.
Really, it's Bestie! Time, it is taken seriously. Can I suddenly meet the songwriter? Anyway, my voice was also very soft and slow.
Even mosquitoes cannot hear. Why can Om Tuir hear? Because he's a crocodile, not a swahahaha mosquito.
After such a tedious journey, I finally reached my homeland. It feels like her happy cupping pen.
"Farhan, is the driver here?" ask Om Riki with Farhan behind him.
"Already sir," replied Om Farhan while carrying his suitcase also Om Riki. I was just listening to two people's conversation.
My suitcase was carried by, "Om, let's get Caca's suitcase, huh! It's not heavy either," I complained. He asked me to bring him the suitcase, the time my suitcase was carried by him.
"Udah don't papa Cil."
"Whose brother Aldy's coming home with?" I looked a little hard because Om Tuir was in the middle.
"Udah picked up Umi, Ca."
"Huh? Umi Annisa is here?" manywould be surprised.
"Yes, I have told Umi before that I will go home today. So, Umi's picking you up."
"Wah .. miss very much Umi."
"Haha, why?"
"Yes, good people will always be missed by Aldy. Because, in this day and age, looking for a good man is like looking for Dinausorus."
"Why looking? Why not just be?" timpal Om Riki who kept staring straight. I looked up, looking at him.
'Also, never look for good people. However, be that good person, my inner self with a head that automatically nods.
"Eye?" I was slow when we got out of the airport.
"Racca?" annisa asked as she walked over to us.
I immediately ran over with my arms spread out, "Umi!" I shouted and was greeted by Annisa.
"Darling, how are you, God. It was big, it was more beautiful, added sholehah," Annisa said rubbing my shoulder.
"Eh-eh, how are you crying?" ask Annisa. I don't know why I miss him so much.
Immediately I erased the trail of tears and let go of the hug, "Gak papa Umi, Caca just misses Umi. I've long since never met Umi," I said honestly with a smile.
"Maa, Allah, whatever you may be. Go not saying goodbye to Umi, what kind of child. Not saying goodbye to Uminya," annoyed Annisa pursed her lips.
"Haha, sorry Caca Umi. Caca didn't mean to dodge, did."
"Yes, Honey. Umi understood, really," replied Annisa smiling sweetly as she rubbed my head covered with a veil.
"Well, who are you going home with?" tanya Annisa looked towards the back of Caca who already had Riki as well as Aldy.
I looked back too, "Eh, Om. Where's Farhan?" I asked when I saw that there was no more presence of the man.
"Enter the suitcase" he answered briefly. Well, it's a habit, recurrence cold again if many people.
"Caca the same Om Riki aja Umi, the same directional after all as him," I explained and got the nod.
"Ready, Umi!" I cried with respect, "then Caca went home first, yes, Umi. Assalamualaikum." I kissed the woman's back with reverence.
"Waalaikumsalam, dear."
"Sister Aldy, Caca goes home first, yeah."
Aldy nodded his head, "Yes, Ca. Careful, yeah."
"OK Brother. Day ...." I waved my hand and immediately walked over with Om Riki whom I saw nodding towards Umi with a slight smile.
Just a little, yes, if a lot I will also be jealous later! Good, I'm forbidden to smile at others when he can. Uh!
"Have you told me Mother, Ca?" tanya Riki saw Caca's face that did not fade a smile.
"Not yet, Om," I answered looking at the man.
"Why?"
"You are surprised."
"Oh."
"I'm coming back!" I shouted when I saw the sky of Indonesia and was in front of the car that would take me back home.
"Cil, don't you have any other clothes?" tanya Om Riki looked at my shirt. The smiling me instantly displayed a flat face and looked towards the clothes.
"Why indeed? Caca's clothes are nice, really. It's expensive to buy, Om know how much? 200k, at most 35k markets as well" I said holding this shirt when it was bought in America.
"Huh? That newspaper cake dress is 200rb?" tanyanya.
"Huh? Whose clothes did Om say newspaper cake?!" amukku who did not accept the design of the newspaper dress cake.
"Yes, your clothes are Cil! The design of the newspaper cake."
"Om, um! What about Caca's clothes?" I asked who was already upset at level 1000 with a hand that was already ruffled waist.
"Not Cil, just try to see 'em right?"
With a breath that instantly hunts, chest fireworks. I stepped on her shoe-covered leg, "Sick, Cil!" he was weak and I didn't care.
I went straight into the back of the car first, after 10 minutes he didn't come in I just realized, 'Astaghfirullah, Om Tuir's legs are injured by gunfire. Heals yet, huh? Don't bleed again because I did this!' my mind is already worried.
Finally, the person who was waiting got into the car and sat next to me, 'Ih, don't want to talk but feel guilty. Anyway, he's a bitch! The time to wear clothes I kek model newspaper, ' my mind while looking at the clothes I wear.
At a glance, he remained with that conch's face. No intention of apologizing, is that it? Do you wear someone's shirt?
"Yes, I'm sorry Cil!" said Om Riki who managed to make me glare.
"Huh?" I asked in shock, he finally turned his gaze towards me.
"I'm sorry, I've done your shirt, yeah."
"Hm. Sorry Caca also because it's a foot-inject Om, btw .. that's a foot shot or not Om."
"Why indeed?"
"Fear of bleeding again, try to open Om," I ordered and he just obeyed.
Thankfully, that's not the case, "Ah. It should have been the one next to the one on the inject," I murmured through the street through the glass beside me.
"Oh, you want to fight, huh, Cil?" ask Om Riki who has put his shoes back on.
"Well, Caca doesn't talk about it, Om" I replied with a smile. For whatever reason, Om Riki's face is. Uh, that means fall in tah.