DUDA USIL Vs GIRL BAR-BAR
Segede What is it?

There were already many thoughts that filled his head and now had to be added to the mind again, with the arrival of an elderly woman whose hair was a little more filled with that white color. His footsteps entered the house after the umpteenth time he knocked on the door never opened at last, the occupant of the house managed to open the door for him to enter into.

"That's your habit, son! The girl is not accustomed to wake up in the afternoon, your soul mate will be pegged by buffalo," said Grandma Yeyen. Ditha who saw and listened to the scolding in the morning snorted annoyed, if the house had been the arrival of the beloved Grandmother can be sure his life was like being in heaven.

Ditha sat next to Grandma Yeyen carrying a glass of water she took from the kitchen and gave it to Grandma.

"Sir, the tumben came here," he always made the 60-year-old woman's forehead wrinkle.

"You don't like to see, Grandma's coming?" His hand put the glass that he had drunk to the toilet.

Yeah, emang. That's tau, Grandma.

"Why? Like there's something behind the shirt."

"Huh?"

Ditha was made to gawk by a question from her Grandmother that was completely strange to hear and did not connect with the facts. It should be 'there's shrimp behind the rock' not 'there's something behind the shirt'.

Ditha was tired of thinking about the question that she chose to clean up and prepare to relax. Seeing her grandson who just relax and not go to school makes Grandma Yeyen approach the grandson.

"You're truant, son?"

Almost falling from the sofa that was currently on her back, Ditha looked up and grumbled in her heart.

There has not been a day that has made me exercise the heart many times. Grandma!

Ditha smiled insincerely. "Holiday, Grandma. There's a homeroom meeting in First grade."

Yeyen's grandmother just nodded her head as she walked into the kitchen. Just breathing long, over and over again the sound made her almost completely fall off the sofa. He was forced to walk to his grandmother's presence in the kitchen. It was seen that the elderly woman was cooking water and beside her were vegetables that Ditha could be sure she would send her to the market.

"What, Grandma? Need anything?" ditha asked who was already sitting on the dining table chair.

Yeyen's grandmother turned her body around as she approached the Grandson's whereabouts and was about to take out a piece of money from her purse. However, soon Ditha prevented.

"You go to the market, yes" he said.

"No need, Grandma's money is simple. Auntie, it's every month to send money to me."

The money that had not been issued, now he took it out of his wallet and handed it to the Grandchild.

"That's money for your own needs, if it's any different. Later you buy bihun five packs, mustard three thousand equal pancong cake, huh? If there is any," said Grandma Yeyen while handing over the money to the Grandchild by way of coercion. Ditha also had no other reason to be so forced she accepted it and moved from sitting.

"Yes, it's up to you" said Grandma Yeyen.

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The journey to the market is quite far and Ditha has to ride the ojek brothers. After eight minutes, the motorbike he was riding entered the traditional market area. After paying the fare of the ojek brothers, Ditha went straight to the complete vegetable stand. After getting what was told by his grandmother, Ditha moved to a cake stand. Thankful because he was the last person who could still get a pancake that was being put in the mold.

"Wedding, Neng?" ask the pancong cake merchant. Ditha who was busy with her phone turned her attention to the cake merchant before her.

"Not yet." Then he refocused his attention on the rectangular screen. "Why, Mang? Want to marry me? Mending is not necessary. His price is obligatory."

"Segede what the hell? As big as a bandulan, that Neng, huh?" With a teasing tone the male merchant asked.

Ditha looked up with both eyebrows intertwined. "Huh? What,Mang? Sorry for not listening to me."

Now Ditha really focused attention on the merchant in front of her. The man in the hat also briefly stared at the area around the two were felt to be quiet, the corner of his lips curved slightly upwards and a very different gaze looked at the girl before him. The cake is ripe and has also been put in plastic.

Ditha who was in a position a little far away is now approaching to pay for the pancakes ordered by her grandmother. However, when he wanted to pay the money, it flew and fell to the feet of the merchant in front of him. Ditha was down and whether consciously or not she went to the market using a slightly thin t-shirt so that both of her dark bricks were visible so that when she looked down to take her money her cleavage looked perfectly plastered in front of him the pancake merchant.

"His ear must be a piece of milk, this Neng." Ditha's eyes were perfectly wide, feeling the pulse on both of her dark breaststones and the tip of her nettle in the squeeze. Just wanted to stand up straight both batok black already harassed by the pancake merchant.

"Sia lan!"

Ditha crossed her arms right in front of the two coconut shells, seeing the male expression before her smiling seductively to him made Ditha want to really kill this one harasser.

"Enak, Neng? Want again? Here with pleasure—"

"Suck!" ditha shouted at the nyalang merchant in front of her.

Ditha threw a kick in the abdomen of the perpetrator of abuse committed against him. The adult male was slightly knocked to the ground before Ditha again floated in the form of a stampede on his body.

"Basic jerk! You should have realized that you were just a baker!"

Ditha again trampled on the body of the pancake merchant. There was no sound of forgiveness or the sound of moaning due to pain instead he heard the sound of mocking laughter coming out of the mouth of the perpetrator.

"Don't be so angry, Neng. Salah himself to the market did not wear glasses, it was so ubiquitous. I am a normal man, how would you refuse if in love for free? Especially still hot."

Ditha's heart was really tight to hear the narration of the perpetrator of the abuse and unfortunately he only realized that he did not wear glasses let alone the shirt he was wearing today was fairly thin. It was Ditha's custom if there was no one but her at home then the girl would not wear glasses and would wear a t-shirt. However, this time who would have guessed if the habits that he considered commonplace if being inside the house even cause inflammation from inside to outside his body.

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