Melancholic Introvert
Chapter 72: The First Unexpected Date

“Let him back down, let the Cave be free to deketin Niko without any guilt though.” Prisil said, smiling knots.

Beca also rolled her eyes, considering she guessed Prisil had a crush on Niko, but Prisil repeatedly said the word “NGGAK.” At her. (When in angkot threesome with Gladish, when want group work at Niko's house)

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!” Shouted someone, from a direction not far from the distance they were standing.

Prisil and Becca turned their faces back, hearing the screams.

“NIKO!” Excite them together.

Niko approached them, and her right hand caught Prisil's arm.

“Becca, I minjem Prisilnya for a minute!”

I'd love Becca to make a joke ‘Pinjem long-time also can.’ But Becca undoes her intention, because her current icon, is not fit. “Oke.” Becca answered, nodding her head.

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Niko also brought Prisil in a quiet place, which is behind the toilet.

“TEEEEEEETTTTTTTTT….TEEEEEEEEETTT…. TEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.” The sound of the input bell has sounded, and indicates the first lesson hour, will be started.

Although the sound of the input bell had rang, Niko still did not care. He kept Prisil's body from staying behind the toilet, with him.

“Niko, Please~ have been input, please release me!” Pinta Prisil, while trying to release both hands Niko, who is currently trying to hold both arms.

Prisil here is indeed the same bucin Niko, only for him the lesson remains number one, because she is one of the outstanding students in class 2 IPA 6, and the ranking is always chasing Rafi.

Maybe later, will be a chase also with Arga (Murid moved from Jakarta, which is also known to be smart).

“Please Niko Cave!” Shouted Prisil, with a weak voice, he finally started to get upset, between studying, or staying here alone with Niko.

Rarely are there moments like this with Niko, especially now, the distance between Prisil and Niko, is currently very close.

“Loe really have the heart anyway, talking like that Bambang earlier?” Niko asked, while looking into Prisil's sharp eyes, of course his hand was still faithfully holding both Prisil's arms.

Got such a sharp gaze from a Niko, Prisil was nervous.. “Ka, ka, because, because he likes the same Cave..” replied Prisil stuttering, due to his nervousness.

“It feels like the cave is about to die, I swear! Distance Niko same cave, now really decket! Duh~ Deg-degan Cave!” Jerit Prisil, in the heart.

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#Gladish POV

Now Arga and I got into the red Honda Jazz.

With Arga in control of his car, and I sat next to him, as a passenger.

Not surprisingly, we are like a couple here~ T-shirts and Arga Jackets, the color is in line with dark blue, very fitting if paired with my shirt that is light blue. Surely if we go together anywhere, people call us a matching couple, hahay~ (Forced).

“Arga now where are we going?” Ask me while patting her shoulder. “Beach? The grove? A graveyard? Or a quiet place to pervert?” I said as I counted the places with my fingers.

Arga just shook his head, hearing my guess.

“So?” I asked him again, furrowing my eyebrows. “Bioskop close Arga, Cafe too, Mall moreover..this is still morning!” I say again, while mentioning the places of kramat, which are usually young and cute like us, use for dating.

“Markets.” Said Arga, then.

Spontaneously I immediately rounded my eyes wide. “YAK!!” My cry, do not accept, our first date was done in the market anyway?

“You're kidding, aren't you Arga?” Screeched me, towards her, with a wry smile.

“Let Gladish calm down, surely he's just kidding! He just wants to tease me! Hahahaha~” My inner heart, while smiling lemon, masem.

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Arriving at TKP (The Place of Genesis Matters)

Oh god~ what trials are these?

~Gladish go to bazaar~ Tang ting, ting tang dut~ (music ala mask monkey)

Why would he take me to a real market, would he sell me to a fishmonger?

The vow! All my life, I've only just set foot in the market for the first time, my mother always asked me to shop at the Supermarket. Or he bought it at a traveling greengrocer. Moreover, it is said that my friends often say, if the market is smelly and muddy when it rains.

Of course, because Bogor is a rainy city, you can imagine the sandy cement soil that I incandescent now muddy like what?

Moreover, there are some roads that are hollow, so they can accommodate puddles, which mix with the ground, thus creating a milk brown color.

I saw people around me walking with flip-flops, which were splashing mud on their negligee shirts and lower thighs, as they walked.

I then followed up to see the lower thighs of my Jeans pants, fortunately, there were no splash stains on the lower thighs of my pants, because I was wearing Kets shoes.

So did Arga, who was like me, who also wore Kets.

Aissss~ Hey Arga you really ruined my first date!

“Why, why should we come here anyway?! You're very, very destructive to my first date Arga, you're a bitch!!” My protest, at last, was to the cold-mannered handsome man. I couldn't hold myself for long to be disappointed. All of this was completely incompatible with my expectations.

“Mother told me to shop for event needs for tomorrow night Gladish.” Arga, finally. Finally there was also a word that was more than ONE WORD, after in the car he only answered a few of my questions with ONE WORD.

Arga stopped his steps.

I also stopped my steps.

“How much does this fish cost around, Sir?” Ask Arga, while pointing at the fresh Red Snapper Fish, which was peddled by a Lung Baya merchant, who was not far from us.

“Seventy thousand rupiah, Dik.” Answer the Father. “Adik did not choose wrong, this fish is very fresh, because it just entered here an hour ago.” Added Mr. Paru Baya, while praising his own merchandise, so that buyers are more interested in buying his merchandise.

“Please pack 10 kilos well, Sir!” Pinta Arga, to the merchant's father.

“Good, Dik!” The father replied, with a smile on his face.

I, too, heard that, immediately glared at my eyes. “WHAT?! That easy???” Screech me, inwardly, furrowing my brows. “This article, can shop in the market anyway???” My mind again, this time shaking my head.

“Hei Sir, wait a minute!” Hold me, to the Mr. fishmonger, when the Father will put some of his trading fish on the scales. “We are buying a lot, can less?” I asked again, I don't know why my mother's soul here appears.

Well~ even though I have never been to the market, but I often really see the noisy mothers in the vegetable maker around my complex, just to get a price that is more sloping than the price offered.

“Aiss~ Pak time so much, fifty thousand aja is about. Want to, no-no!” Bargain me again, while offering a price, at a more sadistic price.

Seeing this, Arga could only look at Ku, blinking his eyes and opening his mouth, forming the letter O. Maybe he was fascinated by the soul of my mother, who excited me. Jiahahahaa~.

#To Be Continued

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