If You're a Mate, How else?
About a Sickening Day

The man dressed in black with a full face helmet was driving right beside me while pointing at our car.

"Don't open it, Yang!" mbak Retno said with a calmer intonation. And I know, he's just like me. "A bad boy, huh? Let him not follow" he added, occasionally glancing beside me.

"Don't!" my protest. I'm afraid we'll have problems because of this. While the man dressed in all black still held on to his position while pointing.

Out of curiosity, I finally opened the car glass regardless Retno who shouted against me.

"Mbaaakkk, Mbak's tire..."

"Huh?"

"The man deflated, Mbaaak," cried the man in black again.

"Huh? Oh yeah... Thanks, Mas." I said.

Retno hurriedly pulled my car over to the side of the road after the bike passed away.

"What is this, Ma'am?" my many.

"Sheek... Seks... Don't check first," he said as he exited the car. I also came out out of curiosity.

"Owalaaah.

"Lha? Is it hard, Mommy?"

"No," he grinned. "Wong, you don't feel it, do you?" accus me.

Too late in emotions makes us not aware that the car has a problem.

"I don't think it was bad, Yang. I swear, Mommy already thinks ugly," he said while holding his chest.

"Same. Where's the clothes all the items. His face looked no more," I grumbled. "It's a good thing, I didn't pepet earlier. If he gets why, we're the ones with problems" I told Retno.

"Yes, I'm really afraid. Especially on the road sadistic. You know for yourself," dear Retno.

"Thank God we're not being rash, Ma'am," I let out a long sigh. We were relieved even though our car had a problem.

Retno nodded, "Makanya, don't judge the book by cover" he said.

"Whoa. Sook Enggres. Medhok tok by the way! Anyway, who was going to swallow everything?" my protest.

Retno's mom just grinned.

"What's going on, Ma'am?" ask again.

"Where is it? Try to contact Puja, Yang. You don't know what to do either?" abugn.

Understandably, I am the same Mbak Retno always take care of the car business. Usually Mas Puja who always check the condition of my car periodically. But the name of the leaky tire, can not be predicted also right?

In a hurry I called Mas Puja. He's always been the number one I call in my moments. Who else can I rely on besides Masku, right?

"Where's worship?" ask Retno as soon as I turn off the phone.

"Still in Sudirman, Ma'am. Still far. But he said he wanted a phone mechanic around us. Bentar, I shared the lock with Mas Puja," I said.

"Yes, you ride molen (online car) only, Yang. Let Ma'am wait for Puja" he told me.

"Don't be crazy, Ma'am! Where can I leave you alone here!"

"Here, I was afraid. Now the pretentious tell me to leave. What's that in the begal?"

"Amit-amit! That's what it is! Offhand!" grunts me.

To be honest, I was worried to see the clock keep rolling. It's been an hour, we're still stuck here. Mas Puja has not yet seen the trunk of his nose. The mechanic who he said he wanted on Mas Puja's phone was also not nongol-nongol. Although some ojol stopped asking our car, but Mbak Retno did not carelessly accept help from people. Not that we do not believe in the sincerity of others who want to help, but based on the experience of Ms Retno who was blackmailed after receiving help from people who helped her, we became more careful.

"Yang, go there. Not good with Mas Andi and Ms Ellen if not come. Moreover, they specifically give the invitation to you," Ma'am Retno looks agitated.

"Later on, Ma'am. Not coming is okay either. I'll tell them later if we have a disaster" I argue. I can't bear to leave Ma'am No alone. Time yes, I'm having fun, but Mbak No even waiting for my car? Besides, I don't want to see Babas alone. It feels uncomfortable. Especially what I went to, the marriage of his biological sister Babas.

After a long wait, finally a motorbike approached us that I assessed the mechanic on Mas Puja's phone.

"Mister Yayang?" sapana.

"Yes, Mas. How long, my dear?" mbak Retno's protest made the mechanic grimace.

"The tires deflated, Mas. That could change, right?" mbak Retno asked a little tingly because annoyed waiting like he was.

"Can, Ma'am. Is there a spare tire?" ask the mechanic.

"There," replied Retno.

"Sana, you go first, Yang. Later Mbak followed if Puja comes," said Mbak Retno again.

"Later, Ma'am. Barengan. Just change the tyres, definitely not for long. Anyway I don't want to be alone. How was I kidnapped?"

Retno's sister glared, "your cup!" his mumbling made me laugh.

Finally I was with Retno Mandorin the mechanic who again changed the tire until suddenly a car approached.

I glanced at Retno who saw me, "molen, Yang. Sana, you go first! Ma'am wait it's okay keep following you there!" her word.

"Mrt tap—"

Retno pulled my arm, "no but-but!" then open the car door, "Mas, Ritz Carlton Brass, huh? Please spit it out. You see, my sister is asleep" asked Mbak Retno on the mole driver he ordered.

I can't dwell if Mbak Retno has acted as he pleases. Although actually the prestige of having to ride molen to a luxury hotel, let alone be a guest of the royal wedding of Mas Andi and Ms. Ellen. But what the hell else? I may not have escaped from the show. Moreover, Sister Ellen has already mentioned me to approach her brother. Argh.. So take him again, right!

"Makasih Mas," I said while descending from the mole after jamming. Boro-boro molenya can speed according to the request of Retno, which there is even ngesot. Sampe mole driver offered me to move up ojol. But I refuse to refuse. Crazy, my makeup was shaky like this, told to go up ojol. Ask for the dysentery that's his gut.

Most of all, I shouldn't have come to Mas Andi's and Ellen's invitation. Udah flat tires, told to go the same way Mbak Retno, plus traffic jams as well. Original, my mood went freefall.

But the atmosphere of shahdu and the sweet voice of Judika greeted me as soon as I entered the wedding venues. Ma'am Ellen and Mas Andi were dancing romantically surrounded by invited guests who stood in a circle with a lamp that only highlighted in the middle of the room.

Instantly I was amazed to see the amazing decorations. The fairy tale theme is an option for building decoration. Really, I can't even count how much pocket Mas Andi spent to realize this wedding dream of Ellen's mother. Luckily, Ellen was adored by the man who deserved to be with her. That looks so bucin until willing to wait for years even do anything to get Miss Ellen — the beautiful girl who makes me insecure.

Adjusting my breath while enjoying the chant, I walked in search of drinking water because my throat felt so dry. Unconsciously, my arm nudged someone's arm.

"Sorry."

"Which," we said at the same time.

Why should he be the first one I should meet, Tuhaaan...

...Gaes, I want to ask dong, ...

...Does anyone like to read novels on Yucub? Cueunggg... ...