My Berondong Husband
#75 Angga and his Love Story
Angga rubbed his eyes, when he heard the voice of the brother who shouted while banging on the door of his room.
His voice was so loud and shrill, making Angga shocked from his sleep.
Angga then woke up and jutted towards the door, opening the door slowly while occasionally he yawned violently.
“Why, Mas?” asked Angga as soon as the door opened and showed the brother without the slightest friendly look. But, it is so. The brother is a typical stiff and indifferent person with anyone, except with his mother.
“What time is this? You want to wake up late again.” Said the big brother without the slightest expression.
Angga's response was just scratching his cheeks slowly, then staring at the clock on the wall of his room. The needle runs at eight o'clock fifteen minutes.
Suddenly his eyes rounded and bulging, it turns out that already this sesiang, he began to panic by himself and confused tan erratically. Occasionally a meenpuk soft cheeks right.
“Mas why I just woke up anyway, I'm late to college nih.” Angga said then rushed to the bathroom.
The older brother who saw Angga's behavior only scratched the back of his head. Confused about what was happening to my sister. Maybe when he fell asleep his head was hit by a bed while sleeping, until it became strange and like a madman.
While Angga is now in the bathroom, watering his entire body with the water that is there, he said, then quickly finished and ran out to the room with a towel wrapped around his body and lower abdomen.
Angga intends to change his clothes, open the closet and then scatter all the contents. Because he didn't find the college uniform he used to hang in there.
He then went out of his room to run to the kitchen, to meet his mother.
“Bu! Mom!” yelled Angga as soon as he saw the mother preparing food in the kitchen, and the sister was there.
“What the hell, why scream so?” asked the mother as soon as Angga was on her side.
“Mother see my uniform no?”
“Which uniform?”
“That's white, I'm looking in the closet no.”
“Yesterday mom wash, now in place of iron. Filthy clothes hung in the closet.” Omel the mother.
Angga did not care about the scolding, he had run as fast as possible to the ironing place and took the white shirt that he thought was his uniform.
Then quickly wear it and hurry to go to the campus. After the first time he said goodbye to his mother and brother.
Running his big motorbike, with high speed, fortunately the day was quiet because the road was not the time to go to work or other activities.
Angga arrived at the campus parking lot, then hurriedly climbed the third floor stairs where his class was located. Today his schedule is taking math courses with his juniors. If he comes late again the lecturer must humiliate him again as usual.
Being a senior student who knows when the course is, sometimes not always fun. Not even much. Especially if the lecturers ask when the research, in addition to smiling and say later sir, ma'am, what else can Angga do.
When he got outside the classroom door, Angga knocked slowly. A middle-aged female lecturer looked at him with a hostile eagle gaze. As if saying “senior basics brash, scram you.”
“Sorry mom I'm late.” Angga said as he continued to take a breath that was opened in his chest.
“Not late, but late again.” Said the lecturer of the forging then approached Angga while carrying a white envelope without telling Angga to enter first. “This you bring to the faculty, you stay until you finish the signature. You don't have to go in just think of this as a substitute for your absence.”
Angga fell silent while taking the white envelope. What does it mean substitute absent, what means ai considered absent in this meeting?
“That is, Bu?”
“You're still I assume you're in. Borrow notes with your level sister.”
“Then after this is done signed, Bu?” ask Angga again.
“My warfighter.” Said the teacher's mother back.
Angga nodded while breathing his heavy breath again. The lecturer wanted to torture her, because after descending to the faculty on the second floor close to the study program of Design and Management, she had to go up again to the fourth floor, where the lecturers of engineering faculty.
Without thinking anymore, Angga brought the envelope goodbye and went to the second-floor faculty of building B, and it was different building.
Angga walks casually, he does not have to walk hunting anymore. Because free from the entanglement of the lecturer attacked it, even though he still has other work. When he reached the second floor near the Design and Management study program his phone suddenly rang. He reached into the back pocket of his pants.
“Hallo, Bu.” He asked when he found out who contacted him was his mother. “Hah, what, time anyway?”
After saying that in a shocked tone, Angga glanced at his uniform. It turned out that he was wearing the wrong shirt. The clothes belonged to the older brother who majored in teacher education. Their uniforms are similar, only different shades on the neck. Even in the chest is not his name.
“Aduh, I didn't say anyway.” Reciprocity.
Brak!
Angga hit something . No. gabe. More precisely someone. The person who Angga hit fell down as well as the pile of books he brought.
"So..Sorry." which." Bian said to the man who was hit.
"Yes, sorry I didn't mean it." Angga said again Even though Renata looked unconcerned.
"Next time be careful." Renata is still pouting. "Lu's an educational boy, right? What's here?"
"Oh, here I want to send a letter to the Faculty of Engineering. But I don't know where."
"The engineering faculty is on the end."
"Gue don't know, you can anterin."
"Mode. I have a lot of stuff."
Hearing that, Angga took the books from Renata's hands.
"Now there's no reason for you to refuse."
Renata could not refuse Angga's request now, inevitably he had to deliver, besides he was not busy right now.
"My name is Angga, if you?" Connect the killer who claimed to be named Angga.
"Renata, call Rena."
"When I call Nata how?"
"Don't get along, Rena."
"Say, or I'll call you darling."
Hearing Angga's words, Renata turned his head. Squeezing sharp eyes towards Angga. This guy is so familiar. Inner Renata.
"Indeed the Education kid likes the dreadlocks and modules, huh?"
"We've never been taught the dreadlocks, we speak the facts. We teach our children rationally. Or who knows if it's not just the kids I teach, our kids can."
Renata hunted his steps more and more, Angga looked more and more strange. Moreover, Angga tried to get familiar by changing the syllable to me.
Arriving at the end of Renata pointed to a faculty room, Angga went inside while Renata walked away.
Actually Angga knew the faculty, only he wanted to mode with Renata. Then Angga came in and handed me the envelope.
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Since then Angga and Renata always look close, Angga likes the character Renata funny and sometimes cute.
Semenatara Renata tried to think well with an Angga.
"Gue likes you, don't you want to be my girlfriend?" Said Angga in a satisfied tone, as if the feeling had peaked and wanted to go out long ago.
It had been months since their meeting and introduction.
"No." Said Renata lightly.
"Iss, it hurts me so much. Please I need oxygen," Angga dramatized the situation.
"What the hell are you, you're a nightmarish."
"How night?"
"It's nightingale, first you're not a child of education, you're a senior on campus, second you wear this is not your motorbike right. Third you're not a rich man's son."
Angga was silent for a moment, scratching his hair even though it was not itchy. Then he smiled.
"Well caught."
"Knowledge your Nutmeg." Rajuk Renata's.
"Okay, the first one I'm not majoring in Education, the second is an old Vespa motorbike belonging to my brother, the third is I'm a handyman."
"It should have been from the beginning that you were honest Angga, we've been together for almost a year."
"If I'm honest from the beginning you'll like it?"
"Not really. Let's go."
Hearing the words from Renata, Angga with his relaxed face began to run his motorbike back, circling it slower than before, in order to be with Renata longer.
While Renata only smiled faintly considering Angga who expressed his feelings. Angga so good, humble and care, full of comedy although sometimes angry.