My boyfriend Mata Duitan
Inner Pressure

Because the taxi order has also been canceled while the sun is increasingly moving west, yes Kalin has no choice. He was accompanied by his brother Nova who was fierce abeeesss. ya Raksa garang just the same that fell, if the same people who are diem and tend not to rese ya Raksa ordinary ajeee it.

They both slowly left the house that Raksa lived in for more than 20 years.

Several times Raksa squirmed towards the rearview mirror, not to squirm the vehicle behind him. But make a look at Kalin's rather different face today.

'Basic bocil, he wouldn't want it if he abis diborotin same rancid boy,' Inner Raksa.

Kalin who felt there noticed was finally squirming also towards the rearview mirror. So now they look through the glass. Raksa's sharp eyes turned forward, "Where's your house?" ask Raksa who drives the motor but does not know the direction to go.

"Majapahit street," Kalin said.

Their motorbike that just came out of the house complex also drove a bit fast with a little to the address called Kalin earlier.

"I shouldn't be the one who bete not lo!" Raksa.

"Whataaa?" Kalin raised his eyebrows, his ears did not stagger what just came out of his mouth Raksa.

"SHOULD BEAAA I BETE OPEN LO," cried Raksa who happened to stop in front of a red light. Denger there are people who shouted, some other motorcyclists saw the motorbike Raksa and also Kalin.

Raksa who feels ignored can only pretend not to see, his helmet also happens to cover his face that looks like just a pair of sharp eyes so make him not shy too much.

While Kalin can only duck behind the back of Raksa while grinning unpleasant, "His motorcycle taxi, again the inner pressure, Brother! maklumin!" kalin said trying to clear up. While Raksa, not so horrified what Kalin said, but he was sure that the girl must have spoken a far from good word.

And when the green light, the Raksa motorbike drove back across the highway.

But suddenly Raksa's throat dried like a desert that was hit by a long drought. He was going to the tavern on the side of the road.

"Why stop? my house is not here!" Kalin.

"My throat, dry! I'm thirsty, I want to drink. Wanna?" Raksa down and pesen.

While Kalin waited anxiously on the motorbike, "Basic, it is old! still a hobby snack, he thought he was a schoolgirl?!" Kalin.

It has nothing to do with being old and young. Mah Jajan, no one is forbidden.

After a while Raksa returned with two drinks in his hand, two giving Kalin one, "If you want!" said it.

"Cih, nawarin also use that jutek tone!" kalin Mummam.

But Raksa didn't care, he just sucked. He's really thirsty. The grown man was like a man who had not been drinking all day, in less than two minutes. The drink in his hand was gone. He threw the plastic cup into the trash can and climbed back on the bike.

"

Drink it while walking!" said Raksa again who make his helmet, while Kalin just sucked his drink a little bit.

"So about, the groceries yesterday. I'll pay, just calm down!" Kalin opened the conversation. I don't know why he's getting his debt.

Raksa who was lucky if the boy was in a difficult situation could only answer, "Gue did not owe a leak, sorry!" he said with jutek.

'Excited, you belaguu!' inner Kalin.

Although the mother has not transferred, but Kalin abis sell the ring. So he had money to pay his debts, while at the supermarket. At that time he did not become his girlfriend Raksa, and ngegegek atm tuh people.

Still fortunately there is more, so he can survive to not ask for monthly money with the mother, even though the allotment mepet really and should be extra ngirit. But it's better than a week of not being able to do it in school at all.

During the journey, Raksa only has direction. Without reply Kalin said he wanted to pay the debt. And really, said Nova's mother, the streets were jammed. Do not know if for example he so take an online taxi, must be trapped in the crowded road creeping this.

"Wwwiuuuhhh!" kalin's lips were amazed, when Raksa easily skid in the crowd of vehicles without making a horror.

And the man who knew the little girl behind him praising her shrewdness in the streets was just a small smile, he raised one corner of his lips, delighted.

In short, they arrive in front of a house that is arguably good but not more luxurious than the house that is sanded Reno. The time Raksa nguntit the guy who finished the money from Kalin.

'So this is his house! good, looks from a capable family!' raksa said, his brain was trying to digest what was going on.

Kalin who told Raksa to stop in front of the gate of his house also came down from the motorbike, "Sorry I did not nawarin enter!" Kalin.

"Gue is also not interested in visiting at this hour" said Raksa.

"Oh yeah, this. I returned the groceries I had forced to pinjem yesterday. Calm down, I memorize my nomiinal purchases. If you don't believe it, you can check on the receipt that was yesterday in your groceries!" Kalin.

"La lo la lo, no manners at all!" mercury Protest.

"Oh yes, sorry Om Raksa. This is the money, it can be counted first. Less time," Kalin casually pointed at the few sheets in his hand, while occasionally sniffing out the cold chocolate drink he had.

"The horror is leaked, first I do not owe and second I am not om om om so stop calling me Om!" Raksa was firm, he opened his helmet.

"Gue is not a regular debt of gratitude!" Kalin.

"Okay, if you maksa! you can pay off your debt with something else!" said Raksa.

"Ntar I tell you, now there go in already want maghrib!" The mercury's back to make his helmet.

"That's masuuk!" Raksa pointed at the gate with his chin.

"Thanks!" Kalin shrieked before he walked in and opened the gate and then disappeared from Raksa's sight.

The man immediately left, heading for his home. Kalin who has not yet gone inside was out again mengeliatin Raksa motor that increasingly away, "Galak but quite good!" muttered.