
They say that each human being has seven identical twins on this earth. That's a cool term, Doppleganger. All this time I did not think it was just a myth, until I finally saw for myself with the eyes of the head there are people who look very much like my husband. His name is Kyleno, Surabaya domicile, single may be status, the work of the police mosquito nuisance.
If you look at it at a glance it is similar. But as soon as you open your voice, you are like heaven and earth. My husband is calm, if this one creature blangsakan not because. Typical bad boy who so dream of high school girls or new Junior High mens whose tetenya has not grown, but sorry is not my taste. He gave up buto cakil. Must be these types of men. The dominant aura is like a tango ad that layers up to hundreds. I don't know who the girl who wants to be with him.
Uh..uh.that's what I know? Yes aampuun... My husband came. Finally, my life saver came too. Uluh-ten. did not see one day already iteman like that. Anyway until home want me sandpaper let shining like a diamond.
My husband saluted the military style that the fierce police responded with the same movement. Shake hands and hit each other's shoulders. Emang yes, whose name is the guy if you have met his familiar spiel. Both are already cak***cak just call him.
"Cabare piye? Sue ra ketok added kileng yo koe (How are you? Long time do not see add items aja you)" greeting the fierce with his typical East Java dialect.
"Raimu. kileng mbengok kileng (Item yell items)" bales my husband did not accept. "Endi bojoku? Aman tah's? (Where's my wife? Aman, right?)"
"Due bojo ayu-ayu kok ucul to ***. Mbok yo is surrounded by karo sisan ngendog. (Have a beautiful wife until they run away. Mbok ya dikepepin in the room all laying eggs)" continued the police officer.
"State duty . Nek ora wes angkrem I ning room. Lah koen jih krasan ngger bengi kathuken ae? (State duty . If you are not eraminated in the room. Are you still feeling every cold?)" Kendra seemed to chuckle at the words of the man in front of her.
"Your cup.. Arep gowo bali ra iki. Po lives kene wae golek sek new (You want to take home this is not his wife? Or just find a new one?)"
The ngawur speech of the apparatus in a brown uniform got a sharp gaze from Kendra, "Ndasmu. rong sido did not crank (Not erami )"
"Wes ndang metu kono. Rasah fuzzy meneh. Lorone ming is a bit of a bar kuwi hooked njaluk meneh wes (Udah hunted out there. Don't run away anymore. The pain is just dull. After that addicting ask again)" joked the police officer as he opened the door for me.
"Speaking what the hell." I did not understand, but I nangkep meaning. Kendra said I ran away because I didn't want to be held captive, I guess I did.
"Newun yo . Stop by Magelang sometime. Mbok wedhok e dijak sisan's. Ra kok mung nggandeng bedhil wae nandi-nandi (Makasih . Stop by Magelang sometime. The girl's invited. Don't just carry a gun around)" my husband had a little chat before saying goodbye.
"Easy. Ra ming madam, precil-prelittle goods" her interlocutor responded.
"Wes due precil? (Do you have children?)" this time I was surprised by my husband.
"Akeh ki stock e. Gondal-gandul garek golek nggon nggo angkrem (Many of his stocks. Gondal-gandul live nyari place for angkrem)" replied the police officer in a joking tone.
"Your.. Yowes. I'm balek sek yo" this time my real husband pamit.
"About ***. Ojo lali study jaran goyange, ben tok cer"
"Breaked"