Enough In The Heart
Especially this?

Icha is already beautiful with cream color forwarding clothes and black flat shoes combined with side bags of color according to his shoes. He sat sweetly on the porch of his house waiting for Wulan while tinkering at his dress.

"The moon isn't here yet, son?" Ask the mother who suddenly was there beside Icha.

"Yet, ma. Still on the road. A little more must have been nyampe." Answer Icha smiling sweetly.

Not long after the sound of the motor bell. Icha immediately parted with her mother and ran small towards Wulan. Icha waved her hand at her and they left immediately.

Arriving at the mall parking lot, Wulan parked his bike and they immediately entered the mall. Although there are some eyes visitors a little laugh insulting to see the motor butut Wulan. Wulan glared her eyes at those people and threatened them with her guidance. Icha pulled her hand in.

"Truly so people. Motorcycle butut can not enter the mall?!" Wulan grumbled with her emotions because of the insults of the people earlier.

"Udah. Relax again." Icha keeps pulling Wulan's hand into the mall.

On Sundays this mall is always full of visitors. At the food stand must also be crowded with visitors. Many wealthy families spend their weekends here.

Wulan and Icha kept turning around inside the mall. They just wash their eyes looking at good branded clothes and other expensive jewelry.

These two High School girls could only praise all the good stuff without being able to touch it. But that doesn't make them discouraged. Instead they look happy and happy because they can enjoy the holiday. They kept circling around the mall while continuing to tell stories. Until accidentally, Icha saw someone who almost a month this makes his heart not because he was engrossed in enjoying his food in the company of a beautiful girl. For sure the girl is not from the bottom like her. It looks like it is classy.

Yeah, it's Marco. The handsome teacher who had already managed to create a strange taste in his heart. Marco rubbed the tip of the girl's lips with tissue. They look happy with each other. There was a strange taste in Icha's heart. But it's not the usual sense of joy and happiness that he stares at that face at school.

Especially this? Icha muttered in heart. This taste of what else? Why does this heart hurt? Icha was still frozen with her gaze and the turmoil of her heart.

"uhuh?" Icha is confused.

"Why you?" tanya Wulan was still curious.

"No papa... Come on, let's go over there." Icha pulls Wulan's hand away from Marco. Icha does not want Wulan to see Marco because surely Wulan will stir himself.

"Eat, yuk. Hungry." Whine Wulan after they went around for quite a while.

"Eat meatballs outside, huh? To be cheaper." Whisper Icha in Wulan's ear.

"Yes... " Answer answered limp. Because actually he also wants to feel the food in this mall stand. But finally Wulan laughed at Icha's expression.

"Yes, yes, dear Icha. Yuk, eat outside. I really understand. We're snot boys who haven't been able to eat at such an expensive stand." Wulan said while pulling Icha's hand out.

"That's tau." replied Icha sourly.

Icha is happy to have a friend who understands like Wulan. They also came out of the mall without carrying a single item they bought. They don't care. The point is now to eat. The village is already raging due to hunger.

While waiting for their order to come, Wulan continued to tell him excitedly. Without Wulan knowing Icha did not listen to his chatter at all. Icha still has Marco's face. A handsome face that looks different when at school and when with his girlfriend earlier.

This taste of what else? Icha's murmuring is sick.