If You're a Mate, How else?
Bets On

I don't know my own heart. He could have betrayed me. During the time I was sitting next to Babas, my heart was made to stand up. I was half dead in Babas. But why be a gini anyway?

"Let me carry Farel, Mas" I said as we arrived home.

"No need. Please open the fence, Yang, "he replied as he prepared to carry Farel.

"Please bring the pizza, too" he said.

I don't know if Babas ordered pizza to take home. When did the message try? Suddenly waitress brought pizza to our table.

"Lho, sleeping?" greet my mother when we enter the house.

"Yes, Aunt. I think the satiety is so sleepy as his son," replied the Babas as if he understood the child's world.

"Lho, how did he sleep?" tanya Mas Puja repeated Mama's question while taking over the bocil.

"Your son is Mas, if there is a desire ck..." Mama rubbed Farel's back. "Thank you, Mas Tian, sorry to be taken," the mother smiled sweetly. The heat!

"I'm happy, Tan," replied Babas kalem.

Glad to. Feel accepted and needed. It must be more and more in the eyes of Mama.

"Thanks, Bro. I live first," said Mas Puja.

Bro?

Not wrong, is it? Kok Mas Puja follow the same kind of familiar with Tian? Don't-don't, he got his pellet too after chatting with Babas earlier.

"Mas, eat first, yuk? Tadi Aunty made Yayang's favorite food. Want huh?" bring Mama.

"Ma, it was kit—"

"By, Tan. If it's not troublesome," Babas cut my words with a gentle smile. "I'm also curious about Auntie's cooking."

Huh! look for face so that more like Mama.

"Have you eaten pizza, Mom?" as if.

"Just a piece, Yang. No effect on the stomach Mas," he said kalem.

Is piece. Eat it piece by piece until it runs out three pieces alone. The only one who eats a piece is me. He could have lied that way.

"Alaa... Eat pizza where full. Pokok'e if you haven't eaten rice, haven't eaten. Yeah tho?" grin Mama.

Hadeeh. Free to interrupt as well, they had already entered the dining room. Even though I was suspicious to see Babas want to eat again because of my observation during the same meal, he did not eat much. But, jovice. Maybe yesterday it was still jaim. Now the cover is starting to open.

"Well..that's gudeg, Auntie?" ask Tian as soon as Mama opens the hood.

"Like, Mas?" My mom asked back.

"Like."

"Eat a lot if so," said Mama. "Go get the rice for your Masmu" Mama told me.

"Ma, she's kan— ck...."

I immediately stopped protesting as soon as Mama's eyes were about to jump out of place because it glared at me. Mama's most powerful moves, make me squeak for a moment.

"A little bit, Yang. Fear drowsiness on the road if too full," pinta the Babas.

"This right?" tanyaku took one and a half centongs of rice that made him glare about to protest. But, he still lost to my plot.

"I... Yes," he said resignedly, automatically I smiled cunningly.

Time for revenge, Bestieee... Tell me who's interrupting my life.

"Aunty doesn't eat either?" ask the Babas.

"So. Aunty was already the first time you left," said Mama while keeping a glass next to Babas. "Aunty lives ahead huh? Mas Tian do not hesitate. Think of it as your own home," Mama walked away from us.

It's so good to be Babas. Access is wide open in this house. I don't know why Mama was so enthusiastic about her. Even just this time, Ibu Lestari's dining room was touched by another man besides Mas Puja and my brother. Usually my friends just go to the living room, tok'.

"That's not much," the protest was half whispered.

"Watch at home, Mom. Don't hesitate," I said with a fake smile.

"But Mas didn't eat that much, Yang," he whispered as if afraid to sound Mama.

"WHAT? Less is more, Mas?" I screamed a little to sound Mama.

"Yes!"

"OTHER AGAIN?" I asked still with a loud voice.

"Yes!"

"THIS IS ENOUGH, ISN'T IT? IF IT IS LESS, YOU CAN ADD IT. THINK OF HOME ITSELF," I said scooping crackers a lot on his plate. Oh, don't forget that much too.

The Babas was just shaking their heads at my behavior. He did not dare to protest again after I thrust the plate in front of him.

"Pinjem cutlery, Yang," pinta the Babas when he wanted to eat a serving of jumbo rice gudeg in front of him.

"Huh? What's the fork for?" many wonder.

"Yes, eat it" he replied.

"Wear your hands, Mas. Let it be more delicious," I said.

Babas shook his head, "it's bad that his hands are dirty. Where's the fork spoon?" doors again.

Eating it must be elegant. Blagu is his life.

"Are you on the knife too?" sindirku while giving a cutlery.

"Let's not. He ate the pizza" he replied seriously.

Karepmu is Baaass...

"Recycle the food, Mas. Mama likes to be angry if the food does not run out," I threatened.

"OKAY. But later you are responsible if I can not drive because of the glut," he said.

God fucking. He was back threatening.

"Duh. pedes really, Yang. Rawitnya bitten, ssshhh.." whine the Babas hurriedly sipped the water that Mama had provided.

"Not spicy, really," I replied intentionally.

"Mas doesn't like spicy food, Yang," he replied as he pushed the chili pieces to the edge of the plate.

"Mas used to be part of this family" I said, scooping food in front of me. I was finally tempted by the gudeg made by Bu Lestari.

"Seriously that's it? Will you accept me?" tanyakanya.

Eh? What did I say?

"If it's serious, Mas dares to spend it all, Yang," he said with his mouth and ears reddened.

"Where?" ask again.

There is no, proving the seriousness of someone by doing something as ridiculous as this? Time yes, I have to accept his statement just because he passed the challenge I love? Just spend the food plus rawitnya doang? She wants to be a girlfriend or join a dining challenge?

"Deal, Which?" ask again.

Looking at his spiciness, I'm sure he won't be able to like it. Until I finally nodded despite my doubts.

"OKAY. Spend it all," he said lightly.

I was so excited to see him eat. He was calm, not in a hurry. It was even seen so enjoying the food in front of him even though the sweat started flooding his face. Every now and then, Babas was busy wiping away the sweat.

"Shhh... Maasshhhkan Yangsshhh.." he said while glancing at me.

"Swings, Mas?" my many. He just shakes.

Still working on the Om-Om. Don't shake your head.

"Mas, it's red on his face. Don't go on, Mom. Later stomach pain," I said so that he gave up.

Babas shook his head again as he continued to chew until the remaining two tablespoons on his plate. Suddenly he was silent and closed his eyes.

I swear, I became stubborn as if waiting for my life on the edge of the horn. What if he proves what he says?

"Mas... Is it okay?" my many. "Stop it, Mas. It's gonna hurt her stomach, later" I persuaded.

Babas shook his head again while opening his eyes. His red eyes are now watering. How, really lebay? Mama's krecek feeling is not a demon crackle that pedesnya level mampus. But why is his expression so?

"Last," he said with trembling lips.

It's so funny. But pity too.

"Shm... Which... Ssshh.. can ask ssshhh.. Shuu.. Sshhh no?" tanyakanya.

"Huh?"

"Shuu's... Shu... Shhh..." The Babas gave the drinking code with his thumb. I hurried to get some milk from the fridge for her and she immediately downed it to the toilet.

A few times he stuck out his tongue made me want to laugh. Just this time seeing him as funny as this. Sebastian who always looks authoritative, now Babas who fires his mouth.

Without speaking, Babas unbuttoned the top shirt, then rolled the origin of the arm up to the elbow. His shirt was even soaked in sweat.

I just silently watched his expression. Until finally he looked at me with a big smile.

"Hey... Wife-to-be.." she said with a rancid face.

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