
When Dinka finished shopping for clothes, Abid was still sitting limp in the chair he asked the store clerk for. Not to forget, Dinka asked for water so that Abid was a little relieved.
Dinka laughed with the grocery bag on her right and left hand. He turned his body when he was wearing his favorite outfit. Loose pants and oversized tops, swallowing her small body is Dinka's favorite.
"Yes, Mom! Ride the motorbike, why mabok!" Dinka once again laughed, but her hand rubbed Abid's moist forehead in sweat. His face was not pale, but he was still trembling.
However, it did not make Abid's fierceness disappear just like that.
"You're the speeding way! Overtake here and there, weaving rich snakes, who wouldn't be afraid?" Abid downed the remaining mineral water in the bottle, then stood up. His eyes again threatened Dinka. "One more time you speed, I make you do it!"
Dinka continued to chuckle, even she sneered at her husband. "Strong body, big guts. A fierce face, menacing, zonk execution!"
Abid squeezes the bottle in his hand and throws it into an open dumpster. The man's eyes grew sharper.
"Review you if you dare rich to leave earlier!" Abid just left the store. Dinka behind him still thanked the service provided by the store.
Dinka glanced at the cynical Abid, her heart deepened, "Mistake her own ignorant hand, fumbling over my virgin assets! Pake kiss-kiss nape anyway! Does he think it's not amused?"
Abid stands next to the motor. Wry face. Actually, he wanted to vomit, but was arrested. Until now his stomach is churning.
"Yuk, Mum! Ride again ...!" Dinka walks leisurely towards the bike.
"I'll just take a taxi!" Abid glared towards the crowded streets this afternoon.
"Eh, why?!" Dinka pretends to be stupid. "Not good huh, piggyback on me? Too slow, huh? Promise me, I'll date you!"
In his heart Dinka laughed loudly. "Sukurin! Who told him his hands were dirty!"
"Bodo very! Go home alone! Remember the way home, right?" Abid stopped a taxi that stopped a few steps away from him. "Bye!"
Abid gets into the taxi and leaves the troubled Dinka.
Dinka immediately darted following the taxi Abid was riding. Up to a few hundred meters, Dinka is still looking, but as the red light gets in the way, Dinka loses track of Abid's taxi.
"Well, lo-nah lo! Where was Mas Abid's taxi?" Dinka looks forward, hoping that Abid's taxi can still be pursued. Dinka's eyes turned on the sign that was still red. "Duh, that's a long time, anyway! Buru napa?! I lost track of my man!"
The tip of his foot snapped at the asphalt restlessly, his lips bitten to the point of pain. Dinka started to panic. He did not remember the direction back to the inn. Holy hooch!
"I don't have to upgrade this, let's not slow like this," he murmured slowly.
Dinka's eyes were still closely watching the end of the road and alternating signs. His heart curses until almost all types of mockery are thrown. But then, his lips muttered Istighfar.
"Oh my God, my lips!" Punished her brazen lips this with a deep bite. Though he had been converted to not repeat again cursing or cursing even in the heart. But in his life, almost all events deserve to be humbled. His life has been a real shit since he met Abid and Bee.
"Haish!" Before long the sign changed green, and Dinka immediately shifted the speed of the motor. To hell with the other street users who are upset because Dinka nyelonong take the path.
Whatever, I'm in a hurry, tomorrow if I see you again, I love all parts of my way to you! Dinka sat in while escaping.
Until he got to the quiet streets, Dinka dyed. "More, where is this?"
He picked up the phone he had carelessly placed in one of the grocery bags. And, the phone's dead. Damn, right? Even though he has saved by using the most maximum power saving features. Only the rest of the sms feature can be used, but well .. the phone is indeed a relic of Maha Patih Gajah Mada, so it is natural that the battery is easily used up.
"Haish! Watch out for you little bee, I'll make the same calculation of you if I'm back! I'll make your life as hard as I am now!"
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