Maira And The Bad Boy
Car Girly

"Yudhis, what did you do to that girl? Why are you blocking his way?" the old woman who was called oma by the young man, while looking at the young man in front when he had just got off from the sedan type car.

"Oma, Yudhis did nothing, Oma. Yudhis just invited him to talk about the problem of car damage due to Yudhis hit just now," replied the young man named Yudhistira, while looking at the oma.

The oma frowned deeply. "You, hit the car? "Why can?" tanyanya, can't believe it.

The old woman knew very well, the granddaughter was very good at driving a car.

"He's the way, Oma. Zig-zag right, left. Kayak is not clear, that is," replied the young man whose appearance was blurred, while rubbing his neck that does not itch.

The old woman then approached Maira. "What's your granddaughter really saying, son?" he did not believe the words of his grandson. When he said, Yudhishthira was doubtful.

"It's not like that, Oma. Maira road on the left side, really, and the speed of Maira's car is also ordinary. It was still under seventy kilometers per hour, in fact," Maira politely explained.

"Oh, so your name is Maira, little girl?" sahut Yudhistira asked, smiling mockingly.

"Yes, why? Any issues?" maira asked back, with a jutek.

"Yudhis, shut up and let Nak Maira speak!" The oma looked at Yudhistira with a sharp look.

Maira stuck out her tongue, mocking the young man in front because she felt above the wind, defended by the omens of Judithira.

"Maira is telling the truth, Oma. He is not sorry, but Oma's grandson instead blames Maira and says that Maira is not good at driving a car," continued Maira, smiling smirk, looking at Yudhistira who looked very upset because Maira complained to her.

"Basic bocil! How usual!" ketus Yudhistira who does not like because after this incident, surely the oma will forbid him to go out for the night.

"How many times do I have to say I'm not a little girl! I already have a ID card and I already have a SIM!" sahut Maira, regretted because Yudhistira had considered her a little girl.

"Oh, at least the SIM shot!" accuse Yudhistira with a smiling sneer.

"Originally you know, Mom, I got the SIM through an official exam, not from a purchase like most people!" refute Maira who feels honest in getting the license to drive.

Although it was easy for him and twin sister Maira to be able to get a SIM, but the daddy forbid and advised the two twin daughters, to take care of themselves according to the procedure.

"Already, already. These of you, who have met for the first time, have fought like Tom and Mery" lerai the oma.

"Tom and Gerry, Oma."

"Yes, that's the pokonya. That cartoon you watch a lot, right, Yud."

"Hahaha ..., so Oma's granddaughter still loves watching cartoons, huh?" ledek Maira, made Yudhistira pout at the oma.

"Ish, Mom. Put on open cards all," grumbled Yudhistira.

The oma also chuckled, along with Maira.

"If it's a bobok, it still likes bedwetting too, Oma?" maira continued to become more and more, to make Yudhistira furious because of it.

"Hi, baby! You're kali, which ...."

"Yudhis, already," the oma's sergeant as Yudhishthira was about to again attack the hijab girl standing beside her omana.

The old woman scanned Maira's face and limbs, to make sure that the girl beside her was fine.

"Alhamdulillah, Maira is fine, Oma," Maira replied with a polite smile.

"Thank God, son, if you're okay. Where does Nak Maira live? In the front compound is that?" asked the oma while pointing at the direction of the elite complex.

"Yes, Oma. I live there," replied Maira.

The old woman nodded, understood. "That means, we're neighbors, yes," he said, smiling warmly.

"Who are you, daughter?" continued the oma, asking.

"Pak Rehan Alamsyah, Oma," replied Maira.

"Oh, Mas Sultan's grandson." The Yudhisthira then hugged Maira.

"It used to be that when our parents were still around, we were good friends, but after the parents died and we lived each other's lives, we were far away."

"Especially after Oma moved to Surabaya because following her husband and Mas Sultan was also busy with his company, we broke up." The old face that still looked beautiful, turned soft.

"When Ima returned here, it was said that Mas Sultan was no longer living here" he continued, breaking his embrace.

"Yes, Oma. Opa and Oma live in Singapore" Maira replied.

The oma nodded.

"Oh yes, son. Your car, let's take the same granddaughter to the workshop. Tomorrow when it's done, just returned to your home," pinta the oma, then.

"No need, Oma. Don't bother. Maira can really, bring yourself to the workshop," Maira subtly refused.

The grandmother nodded.

"He's right, Oma. We give him money, let him take his own car" Yudhistira said, glad to hear Maira's refusal.

"Yudhis, it can't be like that, son. Not all solutions can be solved with money. You have to learn to be responsible." The oma looked at Yudhishthira, giving understanding to her grandson.

"Let Yudhis take care of everything, son Maira. Let the granddaughter learn to be responsible" he continued.

"So what's Yudhis car, Oma?" Yudhishthira who was always spoiled for the oma, sulked.

"For a while, let your car be carried by Nak Maira. You exchanged cars," replied the oma with his leisure.

"Oma, how could that be. Yudhis has an appointment tonight to see you, Oma. What do they say that Yudhis brought a girly woman's car like that? Not very, deh." Yudhistira still tried to seduce the oma.

"Indeed, cars have a gender huh, Mas? How can I know if my car is a woman's car. Which side is it?" maira's tease asked, holding back a laugh.

"Shut up!" hardik Yudhistira, furious.

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