Enamored Love Beautiful Pickpocket
Chapter 4. Whatis yourname?

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Al repeatedly clicked in his heart while crossing the mountain of rubbish that tormented his nose. Truly an experience that he never imagined, if he had to go down in the lowest layers of society.

" Lah tumben just came home you're Dhis. How, how do you still work there?"

An ice fruit trader with a typical island face in Northern Indonesia who had been trading in a narrow residential area greeted the friendly woman.

" Yes, I don't feel right. His name is money. It's not time to be my ribs yet, it's still my backbone!" Sahut Dhisti grimacing.

The icebergs chuckle with Dhisti's curse that is always felt not made up.

Al who was still wearing a mask, a hat, and a jacket could only stand still when he saw the interaction of the two anchovy class humans. A little amazed because Dhisti is a friendly person.

" Where's ciko?"

" It's in that, e briefly."

" Ko, get out of you. Why in you that, I slam long hape you that yes! called Dhisti's mom!"

Not long after, after the deafening sound was thrown and made Al belittle, appeared a five-year-old boy with snot that formed the number eleven, clothes shriveled because of smallness, with a face that looked lethargic.

" Nih ko make school pocket tomorrow. The pinter yes. Don't be naughty with Mama!"

" Ih Dhisti.why ko often-frequently love us money. Wear it for your needs to..." Mama Ciko said that looks bad for the sake of seeing a piece of blue rupiah.

" Slightly mbak. I got halal sustenance. Oh, I'll go first!"

Mama Ciko who was still not feeling well now nodded in a smile. Feel sad because the woman always gives them under the pretext of pocket money for Ciko. Make Al smitten.

" So he split the money he got from me? CK was right, the money was like he was sharing. I even got treated by him. Holy jeez!"

Al clicked in his heart, because the money with a nominal that he thought was very little and usually he spent just to buy a flip-flop, able to be used to share interests.

Daebak!

" Who else is this, Dhis? Like it wasn't Aris!"

Mama Ciko scans the look of Al who looks clean and flashy in slums like them. Can't help but ask questions because Dhisti's girlfriend has not been there for a long time.

Making Dhisti also looked at Al who was still wrapped in a hoodie and a black mask. Also true!

" Ahh this.buy the package mbak. Yes, the package guy. It was the house edge when I passed by, so all of you come with me!"

Whahuh?

Al mendelik when he was called a packager. Goddamnit!

After belittling the light conversation, the two of them then went together towards Dhisti's house. Now, Al seemed to line up Dhisti's tired-looking steps with a little grumbling

" Are you crazy, why would you say I'm a parcel worker?" Al protests go hand in hand.

" Then I have to say who you are? My boyfriend?" Dhisti melengos.

Al mendelik. This woman!

" All right, anyways where the hell is your brother's house? Don't tell me you want to spend the night here! My house is narrow, where are you going to sleep?"

Al is now confused as to what to answer. His sister will hold the event tomorrow night, at least he should disappear until tomorrow afternoon. He even turned off his phone to make everything go according to his plan. Bodo time for the day after tomorrow.

I don't know!

" My grandfather's home!"

Al was silent when he saw Dhisti shouting and entered the simple house, which was only five meters long with a length of approximately eight meters.

From the inside, he also saw the man who suddenly appeared from behind the wall. A man who is no longer young with gray hair.

" You're finally home too. Hold on, grandpa make you a drink!"

" Aris coming?" Grandfather from the inside who had not seen Al.

" No, I came along the same way. Poor him. Woy mas come in here, my God, I don't even know your mama!"

Al who is called a rude person now grunts while ducking because his height exceeds the goal of Dhisti's low house door.

" You don't call the mascerine, open what. I saw it chopped!" Tukas Dhisti is now fanning his body with an ancient fan that was supposed to enter the junkyard.

Al breathed a long breath to see Dhisti who was dar der dor when he said.

" This woman really doesn't keep the image!"

Moments later, Dhisti's grandfather arrives with two glasses of water to their humble living room. Making Al touched by the look of the grandfather who looked sad.

When the old man came, Al opened the mask. Made the grandfather stare at the handsome face, which seemed to be very familiar.

" You're Dhisti's friend?" Grandpa asked for a moment after serving that glass of water.

" Yes "Answer Al.

" No" Dhisti replied.

They both answered but with different answers. Grandpa is confused.

Dhisti snorted while Al looked down dazed.

" I'm sorry I was like that. Dhisti does not have many friends. So...I also want to know who my grandchild friends are!"

Al who is confused must share now, now anxious hopes and hope no one recognizes him.

" I feel familiar with you!"

" Crucified!" Inner Al tensed. Afraid that Grandpa would recognize who he was.

" Familiar how, natural that familiar cake, handsome people and clean faces are often you see on TV!" Point Dhisti to a tube-shaped box object the size of a cardboard of mineral water using his chin.

Al, who is now stared at by grandfather, looks hopefully anxious. Do not let it be recognized or new problems will arise.

" You're right, the artist's face on tivi is all the same. Maybe because you see a lot of people buluk in this area, so when you see the effect is another!"

He also pretended to laugh as the grandfather spoke while laughing. He was relieved because the man did not recognize him.

" Nih kek earlier I got sustenance. I'm packing a meal for grandpa!" Seru Dhisti pulled out a package of brown oil paper.

Again, a small miracle was seen Al right before his eyes. The money that he thought was very little and worthless, in fact, was able to make some people look happy.

" Well, it just so happens that grandpa is hungry. Have you guys eaten?"

Al nodded before the grandfather who looked sparkling in front of that simple pack of catfish rice.

" So who are you? I mean, rarely does Dhisti take his friends home. My granddaughter likes to be inferior.

" Oh yeah, I don't even know what your name is yet!"

Al gulped his own saliva in confusion. How'this?

" Em my name...Saki!"

Dhisti looked astonished. " Your name is similar to the name of the famous man we just avoided!"

Al immediately choked on the water he had just drank.

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