My boyfriend Mata Duitan
Nyari Address is Not Fake

After the phone where the beak, Kalin Nepok Raksa's shoulder, "Number 25, the house of Mr. Vadela Hakim!" kalin.

"Related?"

"Banget! I'm told to know the bimbel side,"

"It can be a complete ring ears!"said Raksa.

"Yes, it's a spit!" Kalin nepokin again wide shoulders that are comfortable when hugged.

"Yes yes, be patient!" Raksa make again his helmet, while Kalin has protected the helmet that again Raksa bought in the middle of their journey to find the address of the house Reno. Do not want to be ticketed again Raksa, already tromahhh ceunah!

"Slow down, Om slowly. Don't speed!" kalin's eyes rounded as they began to pass the twenties house number.

"Geez, this is a boy! say don't call Om don't call Om..." Mercury emotion.

But the horror is not annoyed Kalin, tuh girls even laugh.emang random nih bocil one. From the cry, to the beat, the keder and now laughing.

"Laughter again, "Raksa muttered, shoved him.

Raksa also stopped at the destination from the results of Kalin's hand clap on his shoulder which seemed to be a manual GPS that made the head bobble, felt kang ojek him.

"It's like Reno's house!" Kalin open the glass helmet and saw the house from the outside.

"Yes has come down. Sono, I want to go back in the afternoon!" Raksa open his helmet.

Kalin came down, but his hand held the hand of Raksa covered in a brown leather jacket, "Temenin yuk, Om!"

"I mean, Mom! memento, please..." Kalin immediately corrected his call, before this man in front of him glared, he looked at the house that was bounded by the fence with an anxious face.

"Gue wait here, you go in there. Find Reno, get your money and we'll get out of here, I'll find you some water!" the word mercury which in addition to the laper also wants to take a shower.

"Gue .. I'm scared," Kalin said.

"Gue was afraid that Reno would act out and embarrass me,"

"If you're real, you don't have to be afraid, let alone embarrassed. Don't take your own money, don't ask for her money!"

"Yes but still, I'm not that brave, let alone this is not my neighborhood..."

"Sorry, can you step aside a bit? I want to get into my house." a middle-aged man riding a motorcycle.

Kalin and Raksa also looked at each other, when writhing the father who pointed to the house they would visit.

"Oh, yes sorry sir. Sorry..." Raksa pushed his bike, knew himself.

And really, I opened the gate and entered the house number 25.

Raksa who squirms face to face Kalin, again hypnotized to ngabulin tuh request bocil. He turned on the motorbike engine and moved forward followed by kalin who also entered the minimalist home court.

"Excuse me, sir..." Raksa down and nyantolin helmet he wore as well as Kalin who claimed the same thing.

At first glance he squirms behind him, Raksa also politely approached and asked, "Excuse me, sir. Sorry in advance, is this really the house of Mr. Vadela Hakim?" ask Raksa. His tone was soft, gentle and there was no ferocity. If you are shocked, the man in front of him shows the other side that is on him.

"Yes I'm Vadela Judge, what's wrong?" the middle-aged man asked back. He squirms towards the two guests who are looking for him.

"Look, Sir. Earlier, I introduced Raksa Kamaludin and this woman Kalin, Reno's friend..."

"Friends of my son?" mr. Hakim raised his eyebrows squirming the appearance of Raksa who is like an office worker.

"Yes, um, we both wanted to meet Reno" Raksa said.

While the judge went inside, the voice of the father reno said hello to his wife. Sayup-sayup Raksa and Kalin can be heard by the judge on the whereabouts of his son.

"There's Reno, let's go see her first. I'm going to take a shower." Judge's voice.

"Father, hopefully, the child will not cause any more problems." he continued.

In his heart, Raksa immediately muttered, 'Hemmmm, his father has already done so. I think the little boy likes to look for trouble. Begonya nih girl one, want to minjemin money as much as that. although I also do not know how much, but if you look at the face tangled and look stress anyway, but if you look, he can already predict that Reno is not one or two million minjemnya...'

Raksa so remembered an object he bought some time ago, and now he looked eagerly anxious.

'Nih boy I don't think I'm going to the house yet!' Raksa dyingukan squirming the situation of the house, and indeed deserted, there is no other vehicle parked other than the motorbike Mr. Hakim.

And a while later, Rini's mom came with a tray filled with cold drinking water, "Please drink it, son." said Rini's mom who put the drink on the table.

"There's no need to bother, ma'am, we're just for a little while" Raksa said.

"Nobody bothered, this is just a regular drink.I'm Reno's mother, these are Reno's friends, huh?" ask Rini with her simple face.

"Actually it's not me, but he's Reno's friend..." The king pointed at Kalin. The girl nodded and introduced herself.

"I'm Kalin, Mom..."

"Reno's home isn't she, Mom? I'd like to meet you for a minute,"

"reno hasn't come home yet.may still be tutoring. Maybe he'll be home soon,"

"Buuuu, mukena nadila where are ya, Buuuu?" the voice of a child coming from inside.

"Mother in front, honey!"

"Ehm, that's Reno's sister. Name's Nadila. Excuse me for going inside, Raksa boy, Kalin boy. Please drink the water first," Rini's mother stood up and met her youngest child.

'

It turns out there's one thing that's true of you, if you have a sister!' Kalin in his mind.

'But what, that little boy can check out Reno's grocery cart? it's not possible!' Kalin keinget one of the classic alesan that Reno often expressed.

While Raksa who is already tired and odd just the same medicine magh was immediately sipped orange-colored drink cold and sore throat.

"Drink first, before your blood soars up, lo puyeng's brain and lo pegel's mouth because of the same argument with the former lo," Raksa who sipped again his drink.

One corner of Kalin lifted up, "Don't call him an ex. It's not good to be confused with her parents!" Kalin feels guilty if until Reno's parents know the problem of borrowing money. Because both Reno parents seem to be good people.

"Your area is! what's clear is that you, because I want to go home and sleep in a comfortable bed, understand?" Raksa who has finished his drink, spread an empty glass on the table.

Kalin raised his glass and sipped the drink. It seemed as though his thirst was gone at this moment.

And no matter how long, there was the sound of a motorbike approaching the house owned by Reno.

Bremm!

Bremm!

Bremm!

Mata Raksa and Kalin were compact to see who came.