Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 16

"Are not ready yet deck?" cried Galuh from below. His mother was sunbathing on the side balcony which certainly did not see the existence of Sham. Strange indeed, homey but can not come closer and face to face! What a fate of a Sham.

"Udah brother!", said Sham as he descended the stairs. Galuh also entered the lunch of Syam. Not forgetting pocket money. Although Syam almost never snacked at school.

The two brothers also came out of the stall to approach their second wheeled vehicle. Galuh sighed softly when he saw that his motorcycle tire was deflated.

"Mas Usman, borrow the motor dong.!", shouted Galuh. Hobby is screaming.

"Well.mba, my bike is used with Umar!", replied Usman. Galuh scratched his head of hair covered in hijab.

The park has started to get a lot of visitors looking for breakfast. But is it impossible to borrow the vehicle of one of the visitors?

"I'm the Sham!", suddenly a baritone voice that is quite familiar. Syam also looked at it.

"No need, thank you! Brother order ojol aja ya deck!", said Galuh took his phone. But Galuh movement that will look for applications in flat objects was stopped because Lingga seized Galuh's phone.

Without Galuh's consent, Lingga put Galuh's phone in his pocket. The girl even wanted to nag but was stopped first by Lingga.

"Udah let me deliver, Syam will be late!", said Lingga.

Syam was only a spectator of two adults in front of him.

"Come on Sham, you take me to school! If your brother is afraid of you, tell him to come!", said Lingga. Syam turned to his brother who was holding back emotions. Though his daily life mah, hobby really exploding.

"Yes!" said Sham, leaving the two adults. The smiling phallus wins and follows behind Sham. I don't want to follow them both into the car. Not for fear of Sham being kidnapped, but Galuh's cell phone is on the Linga.

Sham took a seat in the back. Galuh not yet to the back door, the boy had already closed it.

"You are in front of me Luh!", said Lingga. Not wanting to argue in front of his sister, Galuh also relented.

The car drove towards the school. Along with Zea, which was brought by Glen.

"Dek, brother will pick you up!", Galuh said to his sister. Syam just nodded. On the trip earlier, there was no meaningful chatter between the three of them.

"Yes brother! Assalamualaikum!",Syam kissed the back of Galuh's hand. Once hesitant, Syam also did the same to Lingga.

Glen saw Linga and Galuh who were about to enter the car again. But Glen did not have time to say hello to his wife's nephew, Lingga had already rushed to leave the school area.

This morning, Lingga's appearance returned as when he first met Galuh. Kids whimpering, wearing black earrings and casual clothing. It was different with Zea yesterday.

Because the husband did not immediately open his voice, Galuh also ventured to ask.

"What are you talking about?", Galuh asked without looking at her husband at all. Lingga turned to Galuh who was at home looking at the streets of the capital that had begun to creep.

"How are you and your mother?", asked Lingga in pleasantries.

"The rich you see. I'm fine!", replied Galuh. Linga nodded slowly and her fingers knocked on the steering wheel.

"Where if we talk in a place that yes.seek fresh air that is. Maybe to the park or the lake?"

Galuh immediately looked.

"Leave the talk, I still have a lot of work!", Galuh then fold both hands on the chest.

Linga is quite understanding of the attitude of the wife. It's only natural that Galuh is angry, even hates her???

"All right, we're talking in the car. But not on a road like this?!"

Galuh did not speak of a phallus. You want to refuse free, right?

"Give me my phone!"

"Later, after I ask for your number and after we finish talking. Okay?"

Until the two stopped at the outskirts of the mangrove forest, they were still both silent. The mood is still quite early in the morning. Not even many people passed by on the wooden bridge.

Galuh rested both hands on the fence of the wooden bridge that cut through the mangrove forest on his left right.

"I'm sorry!", as the first word Lingga said. I looked directly at her husband.

Did he hear the Linga's explanation?