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...Part 14 is...

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...14...

“You shouldn't have avoided him, Ca.”

“Caca tau, Mom. But Nolan is scary. So Caca is still preparing, just in case Nolan suddenly bully Caca.”

“You have received money from Mr. Hendra, so this is your responsibility. This is your duty and work to help Mr. Hendra make Nolan a submissive child as Mr. Hendra wants.”

Caca's sorry face appeared. He should not give up, but dealing with a disciple like Nolan, requires mental steel. His fingers began to play the edge of the over size shirt he was wearing. The clock pointed to the figure of eight nights, and Caca was suddenly hungry for thinking too much about complicated things.

“Intinya,” continued Ms. Julia, still do not want to stop talking about Nolan and Caca. “Start tomorrow, approach Nolan. Don't avoid it anymore. He's your target now.”

“Iya, yes. Caca ngerti.” replied Caca with a grouchy tone. The pressure from Ms. Julia wasn't messing around. “Caca hungry. Want to buy sweet martabak.”

“Where?”

“Caca.” subscription

“Udah malem. Find the Deket aja.”

“Caca wants it there, bu.”

Caca stood up and grabbed his jacket and helmet, mask and key.

Sometimes, life requires fun and entertainment so as not to be monotonous. For example, driving at night is fun for Caca. Moreover, he will eat his favorite food in a moment.

Arriving at the crossroads that would lead him to a row of roadside shops, Caca saw a familiar figure in his eyes. Who else if not Nolan.

Caca slowed down the pace of his bike, keeping a safe distance and not being visible to Nolan if he was behind the bike. Caca's eyes could not be separated to highlight Nolan's back, until the young man's expensive motorbike stopped in front of a sweet martabak seller.

Instead of opting for a bustling, hot-selling store by shoppers, Nolan opted for a store across that was quiet of shoppers and more surprising to Caca, though, Nolan seemed familiar with the seller whose age looks not young anymore.

“Can ya?” caca asked himself to see Nolan's familiarity with the martabak seller. It was strange to see such a sight. Nolan who is famous for being cold at school, even approaching him just needs high guts, but can be familiar with ordinary people like them.

Long enough to wait until Nolan left from there, Caca until willing if he became a mosquito meal here. Her soul is struggling. He wanted to know why Nolan could be close to them, by asking the master who could tame a rich bagundal like Nolan.

Disappearing from view, Caca turns on the motor and stops in front of a deserted shop..eumm, how did Caca call them huh? Grandparents, or mother fathers?

Ah, nevermind.

Caca turned off the engine and immediately got a welcome from them.

“Good night son. What message do you want?” asked the woman wearing the veil and her face looked slightly wrinkled but exuded such high spirits. Caca was envious to see it. He was young, but somehow his spirit was not as big as this pair of mother fathers.

Caca smiled and stared at the menu writing taped to the wagon that looked old and shabby. The writing of the menu is also not as interesting as the seller across from the seller who is still young and good at designing to attract buyers. Here, everything feels more local.

The price of the menu here is also not as expensive as across. Caca looked at the two presences waiting for him to mention the order. Suddenly I felt a sense of pity at their lonely efforts like this.

“I order, sweet martabak that. special bu.”.

The mother then smiled and let Caca sit while waiting for his order so.

“Bu, I can ask no?”

“Bby. Would you like to ask what is beautiful?”

Caca took off his jacket and placed it on his lap. His hands turned cold and wet. Caca hesitates.

“Tadi, who just bought here, what comes often?”

The mother smiled. “Oh, nak Nolan?”

Does even the mother know his name? Nolan deket really same them huh?

Caca was deep, but his head responded to the question in the mother with a nod of the head. “I-iya bu?” caca asked with a shady gelagat.

“Neng his friend nak Nolan?” now the father joined the conversation of two women of that age.

What Caca had to say. He was afraid that the father of this seller would tell Nolan about this question.

“Bu-not the hell sir. Only I often pass here, why I also often see him stop here.” he replied origin. The origin of the mode is not revealed, that is.

The mother smiled warmly. “Nak Nolan does often buy here neng. He is a very good person loh.” said the mother with a little sluggish accent. “She also often gives more money and does not want to take her change from us.”

Caca. Is that as good as Nolan? All he knew for the past few days, Nolan was arrogant and didn't care about the same. Or, is it just an assumption from those who look at the strata?

Caca's lips make up the letter O hearing all of it. There is even a hint of regret that Nolan has not been good as long as he knows him. It turns out that Hendra's uncle, Nolan was actually a good boy, but for reasons still kept secret by Hendra, Caca seemed to close his eyes to reality.

“Our hand is quiet beautiful neng, but nak Nolan always comes and buys at our place.” said the mother who now makes Caca's heart as in crumbs. In front of his eyes, was a man struggling to fill their food stables. Instantly, that sense of compassion turned into a sense of admiration. “We are grateful there are people as good as him.”

The mother lifted the mature martabak dough from the mold, then put it on the prepared place and began to give butter and also chocolate messes are quite a lot. It looks quite tempting for chocolate lovers like Caca.

“In addition to good, he is also a friendly person.” added the father who now takes a seat in a bamboo quarry. “Ganteng really again. I remember the kid in the village when I saw him.”

“Huss! Jono is not as handsome as Nolan, sir.”

Hearing that, Caca held back a smile and preferred to wear his jacket again, then took out a piece of money hundreds of thousands were about to pay because the mother had cut and put the sweet martabak order Caca into a plain white cardboard without the logo of the tavern as he usually got when buying in opposite.

“Yes, his name is also his father, Mom. So, where does Jono want to be ugly? Who has got gaff.”

This time Caca smiled Their interaction in old age is still so warm. Caca was envious to see it. If only my mother and father were like that.

“This is neng,” said the mother, smiling while holding out the box that had been put in a frictional bag to Caca. “Which fits yes neng. Mom has no change, hasn't sold out. New neng beautiful same nak Nolan earlier.”

Caca stretched out the money he had prepared, then said. “His return is for mom and dad only yes. Next time I will also come here again.”

The seller's mother nodded and ushered in Caca's departure with a very sad look. “Thank you son. Hopefully your sustenance will be smoother and faster in meeting the same mate who is also good kayak neng.”

“Amin.”

After that, Caca decided to go home. Her sense of kepo has been fulfilled, and now she knows that Nolan is not as bad as she imagined. He's not as bad as Leo said he was.

Recalling all the words of the father and mother of the martabak seller Nolan's subscription, and connecting with his conjecture to the boy, Caca so remember one proverb that he often heard first when he was sitting in the High School bench in actual quotes.

Don't judge book from the cover.

Yes, do not judge a person's bad good just by looking at their appearance. Appearance can be deceiving.[]

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