Duda Somplak VS Bockey Tengil
25. Key's angry

There was a greeting from behind, making Key and Bu Endang look at each other before turning to look.

"Mom, Key."

"Om a widower's voice?" inner Key wondered, but it felt impossible if Brian caught up with Key.

That's what he's thinking right now.

"Lho, my bule ghost?" Bu Endang looked confused, not that Key had said that he wanted to visit by coming alone, but how Brian followed. A strange thought was stirring up Bu Endang's mind.

"Om widower, why come here?" questions from her in-laws have not been answered, but Key's questions are being asked again.

"Well I'll answer one-on-one and you guys don't confuse me" Brian said with a hiss.

"I picked up Key Bu, but his friend Key said it was here." Brian replied to Miss Endang.

"And you're Key, why don't you wait for me! Can I bring you from nebeng same temen you whose path is not in the same direction." Brian looked at Key full of annoyance.

"I should be angry. Not that the widower was so complicated," Key's inner gaze returned to Brian without having the slightest fear.

"We talked about it inside. It's not good if outside in the thought we are fighting," asked Bu Endang to the child and daughter-in-law.

Arriving inside.

"Key, I live in a stall first huh. Someone wants you to buy," said Miss Endang to Key.

"Yes, Mom." Answer Key.

Now Bu Endang is gone, and left between Key and Brian in the living room.

"Why follow, cih, you two-faced man." Key cursed Brian because of the pain in his heart, when he was accused still imprinted.

"You mad?" said Brian lightly.

"If Om comes here to make a fuss again, mending his way home. Eleg I've been looking at that face for a long time" Key replied in a fierce tone.

"I'm going to ask, not look for a commotion." Brian still lightly spoke, as if nothing had happened.

"So crazy," she grumbled because she no longer knew how to deal with the man who was her husband.

"Mending now Om go home, my eyes can be contaminated by the face of Om's annoying face."

"You riled?" said Brian.

"Why, something's wrong!" Key is really tested at this time. Brian may not be aware of his mistake.

"I should have hung you on the cherry tree, did you forget this morning. I'm still mad at the accusations you've made against me, "Key's angry at Brian, and this time he doesn't mention 'Om' anymore. Maybe so upset that Key was angry.

"Oh, so you're angry about that and come here."

Huaaaaaaaaa.

"Basar somplak, have no feelings and what kind of man are you? The base of the face is bule but the brain is similar to coriander." Key who was upset to say it, and left the living room with a big heart.

"Lha is angry," murmured Brian with his innocent face.

"It should be me who's angry, why be that little boy. He would have left without saying goodbye if he hadn't followed him, how would he have come here at last." Brian ruffled his hair because of what he thought was not up to expectations.

"Hye little boy, wait!" Brian's after Key who's going into the room, but baby. By the time Brian was ready it would have come in all of a sudden.

Bruuyuk.

Gawd.

"Damn," said Brian.

Oops.

"My time's okay, right?" Key stroked the door, and spoke for himself.

"Ow ... So Brian's Om's head was hit, but not until the concussion, right?" key responded to Brian in a relaxed voice.

Huh .. huh.

"Please Ian, be patient." Brian then rubbed his chest because it was not as easy to conquer ants, because Key was too agile.

"You seem to be on purpose, pranking me." With a fierce look, Brian said as if Key was deliberately working on it.

Sttts.

"Shut up." Key gestured to Brian, so as not to make a sound because it looks like someone's step towards the middle room.

"What?" Brian, who was unconscious, raised both eyebrows.

"Stop talking hard" whispered Key to Brian, because he did not want to be tried again by his Father or Mother.

"You can talk a little loud, I can't hear you." Brian's words made Key anxious because not only his brain only lived a quarter, but his ears also need to be served.

"Mom's coming, what Om wants. If we go to trial again?" key said with a face mimic that was storing a furious feeling.

Taps.

Taps.

Taps.

There was a slipper sound, and it could be ascertained if it was a slipper owned by Bu Endang. The two look at each other with Key's position in the room, and Brian who is on the doorstep.

"You guys are playing hide and seek, yeah. Hence the one inside and the one outside," the voice from behind Brian made the two of them swallow the saliva violently.

"Eh Mother, this is what I called Key to ask for a towel to take a bath because it's sultry." The unkind Brian chose to answer even if it made little sense.

"Key's towel is on the back, and why is that you're bruised?" asked Bu Endang who saw his daughter-in-law's forehead turn blackish purple.

"In Sih Bu, I was not aware." Answer Brian pretend.

"What's wrong with Mom with Brian's forehead?" Key looked up to confirm his mother's vision of her husband. Which he said was bruised, and maybe it was because it was hit by a door leaf.

"Basic, the wife is insensitive. Her husband's people are sick so they can still ask," said Bu Endang.

"Where does Key know, anyways this guy's a man. That time was already sick," cried Key because it should be a man stronger than a woman.

"Oh, this doesn't hurt. So, you guys stop to talk about her brow that has her back." Brian mediates not getting carried away too far.

The three of them ended up silent, not because of Brian's words. However, there was the sound of the stomach at the concert.

Crewmanuuk.

"Whose stomach is that?" tanya Bu Endang immediately looked at one by one his daughter-in-law.

Hehehe.

Brian grimaced laughing as it appeared that the sound was coming from his stomach. "That's my stomach voice," Brian admitted.

Ckckck.

Key clucked because Brian was hungry. "Have people not eaten this afternoon?" inner Key wondered.

"Tumben at this hour is hungry, did this afternoon Om did not eat, or deliberately did not eat because of irritation?" said Key, the origin of ceplos is similar to moci.

Ms. Endang who heard about it, stared in disbelief because of which Brian might be the one who calculated. "Is it true that my bule ghost is stingy, and eating must also be economical?" Bu Endang kept wondering in his heart to make sure that Brian was not such a figure.

"Mama didn't have time to cook, and this afternoon had gone to the village."

"What!"