love in the wound
Chapter 26

"Mbak Nai! yuhoo! Where's mama?" chelsea shouted from outside. How do I know, because of his distinctive voice that has been like a can of rhombus screaming at will.

"Why, Chel?" after he was in front of me. Chelsea is my cousin. He's only 17. That means I'm still in high school.

"Mbak, anterin Chelsea photo copy yuk. I was afraid of being alone," his whining twitching on my shoulders made me amused by him.

"Where is Bang Ilham?" I ask who looks up to her.

"Bang Ilham is working, join the palm harvest he said," replied Chelsea while pursing her lips. Seeing him I felt sorry until I finally got ready. Anyway, at least for a minute. Cooking as a brother I don't have a heart.

"Yes, help me get this done" I told him. Consider it a reward to break even, hehehe....

"OK, Mommy. Where's tarok?"

"Over the closet!" point me to the place I mean.

Long enough to clear my merchandise, we also leave with a motor maticnya. But to my surprise, we have passed the Copy Photographer but Chelsea instead put forward the bike.

"Chel, isn't it_?"

"The funds are broken, Ma'am. That's why it's a little far away," he replied smiling.

Right at a big dam he stopped his motorbike in front of a young man. Shamelessly swapping cheeks in front of me.

"Lo, Chel_?" I tried to reprimand him but Chelsea cut my conversation.

"Bak this is money, Ma'am came home to ride a motorcycle yes. I want to go for a minute with my girlfriend" he said. He passed by with the young man without introducing him to me. I was confused. Where there is a motorcycle taxi driver at the tourist spot. Only the passersby looking for entertainment I see.

"Oh my goodness, Chel. How much you!" namelku upset. Long time thinking and thinking. I finally remembered Mas Dikha. Quickly kurogoh my butut phone from inside my pants pocket. Good thing I've been carrying these valuables lately.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum!" answer Mas Dikha from sebrang.

"Wa'allaikumsalam, Mas. I can ask for help," I said a little awkwardly.

I finally told him all because I called and needed an invitation from him.

"Oh, that. Wait there! remember, don't go anywhere!" the message.

"Yes, Mommy" I replied. As usual, after saying hello Mas Dikha turned off his phone.

About half an hour I waited, finally Mas Dikha appeared from a distance. I developed a smile welcoming his arrival. The more days, my feelings for her somehow grew bigger. Especially seeing his face. By Allah, which beauty of God I deny.

"Assynnya!"

"Wa'allaikumsalam, thank you Mas has bothered to pick up Nai," I said gladly.

"Just like who the hell, Nai. Apparently here rame yes, guess around for a while yes!" suddenly bring.

"Oh, may," I replied enthusiastically.

Dibendungan many people rent a boat to just enjoy a mini pool nearby. I saw him as horrified. Even a thump of water seemed intoxicating.

"Nai, come here!" Mas Dikha brought me closer in the direction of the whirlpool.

"Don't want to Mas, Nai's scared!" hysterical shouting.

"I'm afraid anyway, I'm telling you not to go in the water, Nai?" ask her again to pull my hand but I quickly released and I ended up crying. When I was a child, I was afraid of big water.

"No, Mom. Nai was dizzy," I said protesting while sitting down covering my face with my palm.

Instead of comforting Mas Dikha even laughed at my behavior that was like a child. He must have thought I was just lying.

"Hiks... Mas Dikha," I shouted furiously, raising my head towards him.

"Astaufirullahal, Nai. You're really scared, aren't you?" I asked after seeing my eyes wet.