Empty Space In School
30. Anan Dipalak's
The thug named Revelation until rubbed his face with anxiety. Some of the other thugs even held back a laugh.
"This is it, deh. Hand over all the money in the wallet!" pinta Apocalypse with full of compulsion.
"Short of a minute, I'll see." Anan then opened the contents of the wallet which only left one sheet of fifty thousand money.
The rest is in the form of atm cards and credit cards from Aunt Dewi. The young man rarely used cash.
"Bang, can pay palak through account transfer what e-wallet? Can't you?" ask Anan.
"Well, what a song, boy! You think I don't have an account? I have to know! Here, you transfer the money to my account!" exclaim Revelation.
Wahyu pulls out his cell phone and gives Anan his account number.
"Mas Revelation! Hey, what's the name-rame that connects kayaks? You guys are sloppy, huh?" A familiar girl's voice in Anan's ears sounded.
"Eh, there's Dita Deck. Who else is sloppy, Dek. It's just another phone number for doang, really." Revelation asked his men to nod in assent.
"Fuck, Ta! He's lying, huh! He was lazy I just now," said Anan who turned to Dita.
"Anan? Why are you here?" He blinked his eyes in disbelief.
"You invite them to play ball" said Anan origin.
"You know Revelation? What was it, anyway? He said you were in the middle, and this just said you wanted to play ball together. So, where's the real one?" Taken to scratching his head.
"Well, I actually played football with them, Ta! I'm here to find Mr. Amin's house, but I'm on a stick with him!" Anan pointed towards Revelation.
Wahyu and his men immediately stepped back to the wall of the alley. Dita's sharp gaze successfully made their guts shrivel.
"Truly, Dek Dita, Kakakanda just ask the phone number doang, really," said Wahyu.
That man often teases Dita. He has even expressed love to Dita ten times. However, Wahyu and his men always run away in a storm if Dita shows the phantom figures that pass by. Since then, Dita has been respected by village thugs.
"At home there! The mosque can also. Or do I want to say that Mbak Kunti is on the mango tree of the mosque?" threaten Dita's.
"No, Dek Dita, no need. Let's excuse us first to clean the mosque," Wahyu said frantically while pushing his men's shoulders to immediately resign.
"So, who are you going to go to?" ask Dita.
"Sir Amin" said Anan.
"It looks like someone new here. Where's the address, here I take you!" Dita could pat her mouth.
He accidentally threw a kindness offer at that annoying young man.
"Thank you, Ta." Anan smiled happily.
A successful warm smile makes Dita melt and blush.
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"Nan, are you sure Mr Amin's home address is that?" ask Dita.
"Lha, this is what Auntie Dewi wrote!" exclaim Anan.
The sky began to look cloudy, occasionally accompanied by flashes of thunder flashing. The wind also started to gust violently, shaking the twig on the branch of a tall tree.
"It looks like testing, nih," said Dita.
"A little more, anyway. But, this road, right, leads to the village cemetery."
"Wow, through the grave do you mean?"
Dita answered with a nod of her head.
The sound of their footsteps began to run towards the muddy ground above the hilly streets. On the left right side of the road there was not a beam of light covered with bamboo trees.
"Kampung luh serem really, really," murmured Anan.
"If this territory, anyway, is not my village anymore, Nan. This has gone to the opposite village," said Dita.
Armed with intuition, they continue to travel difficult terrain. Only the towering tall trees bore witness to the two young people who had just passed underneath.
Anan said softly because he hoped not to meet the ghost waiting for the grave. In fact, some pocong figures are peering from banana trees or other trees around. In his true heart Dita also recites the verse of the chair so as not to be disturbed. Repot it feels if Anan suddenly fainted in the middle of cloudy weather and want to rain it.
In the end, the rain began to fall. Anan and Dita covered their heads with a piece of banana leaf they had previously found. Actually, Dita and Anan feel uncomfortable when having to stick with one banana leaf both of it. However, they resigned, the important thing is to avoid the splash of rain that began to fall non-stop.
Together, they make the arduous journey, running towards a speck of orange-colored light from across from a simple house at the end of the street. Not far from the house there are also several other houses.
Tok to tok.
Dita knocked on the door and said her regards. It was not long before a middle-aged woman with a mole under her nose was seen wearing a rags and a T-shirt. The woman opened the door. He was silent for a moment looking at the two youngsters who were standing in the doorway.
"Who are you looking for?" tanyakanya.
"Is this Mr. Faith's house?" ask Anan.
"True, this is his house and I'm his wife."
"Finally met too. I'm Anan, Mom, this is my friend Dita. I am his nephew Aunt Goddess his master Pak Amin. I bring it."
Anan took out a layer cake from inside his backpack. Dita had seen the brand of the sandwich cake. It is known that the cake comes from a famous cake shop. The price of a one-layer cake of a box size of 20x20 cm has reached three hundred thousand rupiah.
Well, can you just suck, huh? That's an expensive layer, like a really good cake.
Unaware that he had been invited in by the host. Taken to wipe the saliva that wants to drip it.
"Woi, don't daydream, huh! Come, in!" exclaim Anan jerking body Dita.
Dita nodded then followed Anan to lay his butt in the same chair.
"Mother make a warm drink first, yeah. You're so hungry," he said.
"Yes, Mom, thank you." Dita floated a smile and turned to Anan when the woman entered her kitchen.
"Nan, that's an expensive cake. It must taste good. But, sorry sorry, sorry. Mending you give money if you look at sick people rather than bring expensive cakes. If money can be made to buy rice, sebako, side dishes, side dishes—"
Dita's words stopped because Anan had just scooped Dita's lips with his cold right hand.
"That's bad, huh! I also brought an envelope for Mr. Amin. Lagian has always been a Aunt Dewi love cake so make the sick look," said Anan.
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