Miyawlova
Postage in Perpus

"By the way you can ride the bike ga, Poy? I've never seen you take a bike" Gilang said.

"Reload is easy. I often take a ride on a motorcycle," I replied.

"Room doang. If you bring a motor?" tanya Gilang continued.

"Hehe..."

"What is it, hehe doang?" ask Gilang.

"Eh, you haven't been able to bring a motor yet? It's so big it still can't carry a motorbike. Ah, weak." Asem Gilang really did me.

But what Gilang said is true, I used to learn the same bike bokap, keep the bike bentaran. If my bike can, often I'm spared at the complex as well. But, if you bring a motorcycle, there is no urgency so I never bring a motorcycle again. I also forgot how to take the bike.

I want memories with my friends when I teach I bring a motorcycle. Flashback initiated.

"Try concentration eavesdroppers follow this path, straight. Well, hold the stable handlebar. Don't wiggle to make a turn" said my bokap.

"Yes, Pa. Uh kok?"

"Silent, calm down. Stabilize the stake yes," continued my bokap.

"It's different from a bicycle. Kirain is the same. It's heavier, "I complained.

"Eh... Uh... Uh..."

"The gas is not too slow, so it almost fell right? Good thing Papa's legs can converge, otherwise we can both fall," said my bokap.

"Turn slow," continued my bokap while nyamegin.

Well it's my turn.

NGEEEE...

"YYYY..." I am so panicked.

"Let the gas go! Get your hands off the gas!"

"Now step on the brake pedal."

JET JET JET JET

"No! That one's a clutch. One more," I said.

"Dam!" Glare breaks the special atmosphere I reminisce moments with my bokap. Flashback is done.

"Gue again reminisces about the good times I learned motorbike together bokap," I said.

"Hem... That way. Sorry, I'm so excited about your memories" said Gilang.

"Yes, yes. Ga anything. Relax," I reply.

"What kind of motorbike did you learn?" ask Gilang.

"Motor trail" I replied.

"Geez! Cool lu, Poy," said Gilang.

"Cool what. For now I never bring a motorcycle, what's cool?" reply me.

"Yes anyway. Emh, sometime I teach you to bring a motorbike. But not a dirt bike. I only have a motor matic. But it's actually good for your rich chick. No ribet, just stay ngeeeng.." explains Gilang.

"A motor that's suitable for girls?"

"Prophey! Be patient! I don't mean anti-emancipation, patience!" It prevents me from nagging.

Turns out doi knows that I don't like gender inferiority the most. I am opposed to patriarchy. Although, I still like to submit to my bokap as well anyway. That's because I and I love each other, so patriarchy doesn't apply in my family environment.

"I mean, make you a new student I recommend a practical type of motor. Ga use clutch, legs can be santuy and ga use cranks-cranks all," explained Gilang.

"Seriously? Staying egegas? What motor is an autopet?" ask me a scene.

"Haha... So you used to play autopet too? Haha..." Again Gilang cut me off.

"Murray..."

POULTRY

"Lu nyebelin," I said.

Gilang was still rubbing his head. "Aduuuhh, it hurts to know..."

Kaya Gilang pretended to be sick. Because I just want to play Gilang. Hihah... I like to worry about being in pain. My mood went up again.

Thanks to Gilang. Want this you again pretend or really sick, I became amused by your rich face that is.

Sesajen also me and Gilang spent. It's time to get Gilang to the perpus. After paying at the cashier, Gilang and I went to the perpus.

"What do you want to do in the bus?" ask me.

"You look for the book, the time to look for scrap metal," replied Gilang.

"Murray..."

POUR...

"Haduu... Lu koq is really good at people, Poy!" galang Protest.

"Well answer my real question!" answer me.

"Gue wants to find any book that can provide references to cats, in it" explained Gilang.

"Aren't you pro about cats?" ask me.

"Udah, follow me. You help me get some nyari?" pinta Gilang's.

"Hemhs... Yes yes," I replied.

After some time, I and Gilang finally arrived at the school library. I'm not a nerdy kid, so I rarely get in the bus. Not that I've never been, but only rarely.

I and Gilang were sitting in front of a table. He took some books and stacked them in front of us. He opened one by one. Likewise with me, I took some books and I piled on the table, but I did not open. I am again mager. What is important is that I have helped Gilang write a book that has approximately cat info.

"Huh, look at Poy. Here's..." Find something on the page of the book he's reading. I and Gilang became a decoy to read it together.

"The cat is one of the animals that are believed to be a container of spirit in carrying out its mission on earth" I said.

"Crazy, cool too. It turns out that cats can be used as mediators," said Gilang.

"What book is it?" I turned the book over to see the cover. "Lu believe the same?" ask me.

"Yes the name read, Poy. Stay aja first, although later not necessarily you swallow. I don't necessarily believe it, though," Gilang explained.

"Oh, that. Kirain," I said.

"For the first time, try reading... It turns out the cat (blablabla)..."

I even pay attention to Gilang's face, not to pay attention to what I'm reading now. Ngeluhatin face Gilang from near rich gini nyenengin also turned out.

Haaah... I let out a long breath, it felt like my knees and joints were all limp.

Clean facial skin, sharp nose, clear eyes, thick eyebrows, firm jaw, lips that move, do not know what else to say... Her ears, the hair that caressed her forehead...

"... So in Egypt it is... Heh! Poy's! WHOA!" Again I was dumb again. Anjir, I am so ashamed. My hands instantly reflex scratching the back neck and face me directly I diverted to the page of the book.

PUDDLE...

"AW!" This kid even nyentil my eel again.

"Most bengong lu! Beware of the sambet a cat garong, mampus lu," said Gilang.

"What do I do?" My hand also reflexes pushed Gilang's head so tacked on the table. I press hard.

"God, Poy... Forgive me.." said Gilang.

"Saturv...!" Someone told me and Gilang to make no noise. After I noticed people concerned about me and Gilang.

I immediately grinned rich cow, the same as Gilang. But there's a difference. Gilang not only grin but also mengatupin both hands while apologizing.

Somewhat coy, yes, the postage on the bus.

I and Gilang continued reading the book.