Miyawlova
The Collision of Ga is Tremendous

PLUGS

I have something I use paper. Coincidentally another lesson clock runs but another break for a while. Teachers free students to reread notes or discussions as long as they remain conducive and non-wiri.

Gilang waved to me. Oh, this paper is from doi. I reply to doi with a fist. Instantly doi acting his face on the cold rich new aja dibabok. I nahan ngakak.

Continuously Gilang hinted with his hand told me to open the paper that just thrown.

I opened the paper and there was a message inside. "Let's rest later to my perpus huh?" said. After I read it, I made a gesture with my stomach and pretended to gulp something. I am lager and thirsty. When can I not snack?

Scroll something and crumple the paper again to me. As I open the writing like this, "Yes, later to the canteen first after we go to the perbus. Okay?" I reply to signal 👌.

"Heh, you guys are a really rich drama in soap operas. By the way, people were sitting on deck," Rian said in a soft voice almost whispering.

"Ah, you're cool! Ga aesthetic!" galang Protest.

Time is moving.

KRIIII...

The break bell finally rang as well. Original, I was so sleepy that I waited for the bell to rest.

I put my head on the table again. My head is tilted to the right. Suddenly beside me stood the jamet boy. "Yok," he said.

I raised my right hand high with my wrists out. My hands were welcomed equally. Doi lifts me up very mager. Make a mager stand, anjir.

"Do you want me to pick it up again?" said Gilang while rolling his eyes.

"No! Shameful" I said. Gilang who heard it immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

Actually, it's so, Gay! If this class is empty, the whole school is empty. As the atmosphere turned silent, the lighting dimmed, the floodlights shot to Gilang, people vanished from the face of the earth, the European classical music of the violin twisted... Anjir, dramatize my brain!

MGEEEEK...

Sudden rich music sound tape cassette tangle. The mood was back to normal again. The soap opera effect disappears.

I and Gilang walked to the cafeteria.

"You know what you are." said Gilang while walking with me.

"Ga knows. The smell is rich, "I replied.

Gilang also snorted his own two armpits. "Where, do I not smell?"

"Ah, forget! So gini.." said Gilang again.

"I want to win the money" I grumbled.

"Lu ga su uzon just a stretch can't he, Poy?" galang Protest.

Haha... I like the same face as Gilang rich gini.

"Dengerin first," he continued.

"Yes, yeah. What do you want to tell Gay?" i said.

"Eh, not so. In the canteen," said Gilang.

"Euh! Lt..." I'm telling the head because of Kesel, kirain doi wants to tell me now.

"Oh, sick Poy! You can torture me mulu. Here I am bales!" said Gilang while holding his hand.

I also run around while occasionally glancing and sticking my tongue out at Gilang.

"Wait me! You can make me!" said Gilang while chasing me.

We ran away, not fast. I deliberately run slowly so that it can be caught, anyjay gatel really me, hahaha... But how did he even follow running slowly too, even though I have been waiting for him to catch me.

Looks like this scene can not continue for long, because we have arrived at the cafeteria. Because I was thirsty and hungry, so I suddenly and ...

BUUUGH...

There has been a collision that is not very terrible-very big even though I hope it happens very terrible and can make me fall but before that happens I have been arrested equally Gilang. Wekeke...

"I'm a motorcycle!" I said straight to the empty table.

Then I turned up and we sat at the same table.

"Here you! I haven't been the same!" Gilang put his fist in front of my head. I also resigned while guaranteeing the eyes.

TAAAAK...

Eh? I'm not getting bogem? Refuse even my nyentil jidat. It doesn't hurt very much, anymore.

I also sniffed my eelus because abis got sentil just now.

"This time you got forgiveness from me. Buahahahaha." said Gilang.

"God! Congors! Very wide mouthlu, close it! Fuck up!" reprove me.

"Oh, yes sorry, khilaf. My charm is gone, again," said Gilang while shaking the head of Mimi Peri.

"Najong," I grumbled.

"Hurry to get me a drink! Strawberry soda one, eat it spicy chicken milk. Buru gih!" i said.

Gilang also thrust his palm. "No uit cebu." he said in a cute snobbery. "Now!" I also give you a piece of purple money. "Ma, he said" he said.

Dih, that's the last child after what? It can be so shaped. Where from that road again. Haha...

Oh yes, pantes aja doi can not pursue me daritadi even though I have been running slowly. This morning doi abis learned to split.

A fun spectacle nih see Gilang jalan ngangkang until home.

Ah, right back home I want to doi deh. But the idea is not to ride a private car, but to ride an angkot as usual.

Hem, but I have to find a reason to doi nganter. Wear what reason?

Tiii...

The light bulb above my head is on.

What if I say I want to cool Vino? I can go home with Gilang. Let me be concerned about the Gilang road that straddles it to the house.

After I think also pity if Gilang will be asked bokapnya why doi path ngangkang so. Doi is rich because of me. As if later I can help Gilang to mengejelasin to his bokap why Gilang road until ngangkang.

But what reason is it? Hemm...

I also tapped my chin. I'm looking for inspiration again if my pose is rich gini. Is there a light bulb on my head again?

"DOOOOORR..."

"Eh, your goat, goat!" I was shocked, anjir!

"Haha... Since when is a Papoy talk? What are you thinking, Mom? Seriously is that?" Crossed over while putting our two offerings on the table.

"Mak... Maak... Say it again?" I said while clenching my fist.

"Eit... This is the queen... Please." Good thing Gilang nyodorin a bottle of strawberry soda for me. I am not a tabok ni son. I immediately grabbed my ordered drink.

"Eat him next time if again speeding continues ngerem not suddenly. I'm rich mommy's got a bike, you know?" said Gilang.

"What if you bring a bike like that?" ask me.

"Yes, it doesn't have to be. Sometimes doang. Though the motor sign lights exist, it is not damaged. Sometimes if again speeding straight continue to want to turn right on the signal first, ngerem first is as easy as it is, this is even nikung so," explained Gilang.

"Murray..."

"So whirring?" ask Gilang.

"Maybe lu gibahin be alone" I said.

"Hehe... Forgive Baim, O Allah, " replied Gilang.