La Hora
LH - 4 - Playing with Us

-◈ Regar Mahali ◈-

"I think the boss is looking for Viona."

The collar of one of my careless talking friends.

"Be careful when you talk to me."

Rama pulled my hand, "Sister Rear, he's just kidding."

If there was no Rama, that son of a bitch would be in my hands. I took my hand off her then clucked and looked the other way.

"I'm looking for Viona, where's the girl?" Rama diverted the conversation.

"With Max." The man pointed back. There was a room like a VIP room for us.

We call it a relax room. Not just anyone who can get in. Only people who have been members of my gang for a long time.

Kulirik Rama who looks disappointed, "Yes already."

He sat down and took one of the bottles and drank it. I sat next to him.

"Don't be too much, papa will smell you." I pulled the bottle from him.

"Waahh, Boss is very gentle with his sisters."

I just grinned softly while pulling the corner of my lips.

Yes, all this time I have been cruel to my members, even though they are all my friends, they should be able to put themselves well.

"Boss, we have a race today."

"Yes, there," I said.

Instead of leaving, they looked at each other.

"Money?" My toot.

They smiled and nodded compactly.

Yes, of course.

"Take in pocket money."

After getting permission from me, they all left me and Rama both.

Pocket money is the name for the treasurer of the gang. All the gangs I know, do use this term.

I have 4 pocket money. Three women, and one man.

Their duties are different. Receiving income, issuing finances, processing finances, calculating finances.

Maybe this is overkill, but this is how gang life is.

You think, our money's a little?

If summed up, it might be possible to buy a luxury home in the elite area.

My members are not only men, there are also women.

Nah! Women whose job is not 'so', but yes, if they do, it is not a task.

I took a cigarette and lit the tip. I took a sip making a puff of smoke fill my lung cavity.

There were footsteps coming out of the relax room.

Rama and I turned around and Max came out naked.

Damn, he's playing behind my back. He thought, this is his base camp, what!

"Eh? Boss!" Max seemed surprised to see me.

"A long time, you! Is he still inside?" Ask Rama. Quickly, Max nodded.

"There's a race, see you, boss!" Max walked away without needing my answer.

Someone saw us from the doorway of the relax room. The beautiful girl in disheveled clothes stepped closer to us.

She is Viona.

"You guys here? I'm so glad you guys want to see me" he said with a mischievous look directed at me.

I said, "Rama wants it, not me."

"Really, Baby?" Viona sits on Rama's lap and gives a kiss to his lips. Rama returns Viona's kiss.

****, so should I see them here?

"Wait for you outside" I told Rama and then got up from my seat.

However, Viona grabbed my thigh, "Don't go, I can be with you today."

What the hell!!

How could I possibly do it in front of Rama?! Isn't that embarrassing?!

His hand crept into my crotch without letting go of his kiss with Rama.

****! I can't help myself.

Curse Viona's waist and tear her original clothes attached.

Her once smooth body now has many traces of male touch marks.

Viona pulled me to kiss her neck. I had to do it, it was already a responsibility.

Even though he's second-hand, yes... still can be used, right?

Although I prefer women who are still 'girls'. Aren't they clean and never do it with men?

I wouldn't hesitate to do it. Yeah, I'll leave him in the end too.

What does a man want from a woman if not this?

Don't be hypocritical!

"Why can the sons of the Mahali family be as handsome as you?" Viona's sigh as Rama delivers a mischievous kiss to her chest.

"And naughty," whispered Viona in my ear.

"Why indeed? You like it, right?" Rama.

Viona thundered as my kiss and Rama's kiss stopped in her chest.

Uh! I don't need to explain what happened! This is definitely disgusting.

I'm sure, among you there must be a minor, right.

Don't read.

Finished with that 'fucking game', my sister and I were on our way home.

Rama is driving.

"Sister, did you bring more money?" Ask Rama.

I frowned confused, money more what does it mean? I asked, "What money do you mean?"

"Yes.the basic money" ketus Rama.

"Why indeed? You have money too, right?" I don't lose ketus.

"We go to the mall first, brother. Buy clothes first. Do we want to go home like this?" Rama turned the car into another road that was not the direction to our house.

"Papa and mama must not have come home either" I said, looking at my watch, which showed at 1pm."

"So don't buy me clothes, yeah." Rama looked at me.

"You also have money" I said.

"But, Brother's pocket money is more, right?" Grutu Rama slowly.

Yes, but I'm not as extravagant as it seems.

"Don't know why, I think you love you more than I do." Rama smiled bitterly. Even though his face was not looking at me, I could see it from the side.

"Why think that? Much the same. You're a boy too." I brushed off his mind.

"Of course." Rama turned his head to the left.

My car was well parked by Rama. We both entered the mall.

In the clothes, I saw Rama was seriously choosing. Hmm, pity me too if I don't buy it. I'm the oldest brother.

"Pick one, I'll pay you," I said, then I passed after I got the appropriate clothes for me.

Yeah, I don't really attach much importance to style if there's no special event.

Mau bagaimana pun juga, aku akan terlihat tampan dengan pakaian apa pun.

Don't protest!

When I was about to make the payment, I saw Rama bring some clothes.

Is he going to bankrupt me?!!

"I said one, right?" Just pissed.

She smiled sweetly, "Yes, one hoodie, one singlet, one t-shirt, one jeans, one boxer."

Okay, now I'm starting to think, what's my sister's left brain like?

One plus one plus one more and plus one more, the result won't be one, right?

Maybe he thinks one times one. She lives in an IPA-A class.

Well, it's a good thing you're my brother, and I love you, Ramadiaz.

When I took out my precious card, Rama went around and pointed at other items like a child.

"What else?" My toot.

"Look, look!" He showed me the new Avengers CD. He loves Captain America and Iron Man.

"Yes, I've seen it." I answered with a sniff.

To be honest, she looks so spoiled to me like a child. He can be more manly than me in bed.

I'm not peeking!

Didn't I just see her when I 'played together'? You've forgotten?

Yeah, he's like a grown man.

"Sister Reverse!" Rama surprised.

"Yes, take it."

"Yes! Thanks." Thanks."

I nodded my head in response.

"Oh yes, Brother. Yesterday I saw Shica's school skirt short, maybe this way." Rama pointed at his thigh.

"Why did he buy it?" My toot.

"Say mama bought it" said Rama.

"Yes, find what you think is good." I'm waiting for him.

After a few minutes Rama chose, he came back and showed it to me.

"It's good, isn't it?" Ask Rama.

Want to be seen from anywhere, it seems that the skirt is small.

"It's about 6 cm above the knee. Nice, right?" Rama speaks like a mbak-mbak who likes the promotion of clothes in Tanah Abang.

"It's Rama's smallness, Shica is not this small waist and buttocks," I said.

Either I mispronounced or what, but Rama looked at me with a surprised expression.

"Why?" My toot.

"Sister likes to look.. Shica's ass?" Whisperer Rama.

Emm, not so.

Looking and looking at it.. Two different things, right?

"Sister, he's our brother. Brother forbade me from showing him a strange spectacle, but Brother instead 'watched his ass', no good, no good." Rama shook his head like a neckless puppet.

"What are you talking about?" I hit him in the neck for being upset.

After making the payment, we went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up.

In a different room!

Where could we be one room!

For a man, it would be very embarrassing to be in one room naked.

If you're a man, and feel mediocre when you're together with your fellow men and naked in one room...

do you feel normal?

I also don't understand, why women prefer to be in one room when changing clothes?

So, if you're a girl, can you see each other when you change clothes in the same room?

All right, I don't care.

We're done with all this 'cruel.

We're home.

It's true, my mother and father haven't come home yet.

When we entered, Shica was watching TV while eating a snack.

Seeing our arrival, his attention was distracted from the TV and he turned, "Sister bought a new shirt?"

Perhaps looking at the clothes we were wearing, so he asked.

"Where for me?" Shica took Rama's shopping bag. He took out his contents and looked at the clothes for the man.

"This is for Rama's brother only? Where am I for?" Shica shook my arm.

I'm confused what to say.

Rama shows Shica a separate shopping bag, "We bought you a high school skirt."

Shica frowned and looked at her, "I've got a High School skirt. And. It's small, brother."

I laughed, "Rama's choice is bad."

Shica sighed in annoyance and sat back down while eating her snacks again.

"Don't be angry, Ca. If you want, just take one of Brother's clothes for you," said Rama innocently.

"I'm not angry, it's okay. How could I possibly wear men's clothes" Shica said.

"Not angry?" Ask Rama.

"No!" Shica's answer and tone were inversely proportional.

I just chuckle at seeing them like that. Yes, let it be. It will also be better again.

Going to the backyard, that's my choice.

My phone's vibrating. There's a video call from my friends.

After making sure there was no one, I picked it up.

Look at my friends who carry trophies and nominal money boards, "Boss! We won the race!"

I just smiled looking at the happy expressions imprinted on their faces.

"Good."

"We have a lot of money for our gang."

"No, the money's for you guys."

"But, we're racing on behalf of the gang."

"Yes, but who races you, not all gang members. So, that's for you guys."

"Waahh, thank you, boss! Boss is good!"

I grieved, "I'm not a good person, stop saying I'm a good person."

"Hehe. Yes, Boss. We're kidding."

I ended the call and chose to sit on the garden swing. My backyard and backyard are quite large. Mama deliberately told to plant a lot of flowers and put a garden bench in the front yard. While in the backyard, there were many flowers and swings.

This is also so that we who were young used to feel comfortable living at home. Yes, as a child, our association was completely restricted.

Until Junior High, I knew the name gang. At first I didn't want Rama to come too. But, since she also has no friends, I am worried about her safety.

I don't want any enemy gang to hurt him, knowing he's my brother.

If Rama joined the gang, then other people would not dare him either.

I looked up when I heard footsteps approaching me.

The man laughed and saw me sitting on the swing.

"You look like a 5-year-old kid, Regar." He laughed and sat on the other swing beside me.

"You look like a 3-year-old kid, Givarel." I replied to her words.

He is Givarel Hardiswara, son of the owner of Hardiswara High School, my friend.

"Why do you rarely go to a fish factory? Busy?" My toot.

"Lately my dad's been watching me. So, I'm having a little trouble moving." Givar swung his body.

"Your father loves you very much, Var." I'm muttering.

"What, your father didn't?" Ask Givar. I chuckled, "Yes, same thing. All parents love their children."

"Maybe because I'm an only child, their focus is only one."

I nodded in understanding.

"There will be a lot of new students tomorrow. Want to vote?" Tanya Givar teases me.

"Not only new students, new students are also many. We need a new member." I'm straightening.

Givar just chuckled, "You always want 'new stuff', choose 'well."

I glanced at him, "So...here to say that?"

"Not really, I want to take you to the race. It's been a long time since you stepped on gas." Givar patted my chest.

"Should it?" My toot.

"Too long not running fast will make you fall when you have to run suddenly."

This guy really likes to say proverbs that I don't understand.

Maybe my head was left in the chemistry lab.

"So far no one has been faster than Rama. He does manage cars and motorcycles very well" I said.

"Yes, take her too. Come on!" Givar got up from the swing while justifying his jacket.

"Why should it be now? My friends have won the race" said I who was lazy to stand up.

"Come on, Gar! That circuit doesn't just have one." Givar's on his waist.

"All right, let's race."

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April 3, 2016

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