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the happy 8 month

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face bent sour, so sour may rival the same starfruit wuluh.

" pffit.t...."

dak*jal's descendant brother this one with his strength even laughs at me

" waw.. donald duck now there is a theme other than deasy.." whispered , yg I know fixed on me .

I took off the shoes I was wearing and hit Akhsan's thigh, it seemed like my punch contained the element of impingement..

" you two what the hell is already big fight continues.ga can adem goods for a while ..." decak mamah.

" this is brother mah.." I argue..

my mood is really ruined today as broken as a crumb of tengginang. I turned my eyes out of the window and there was a sense of tightness that kept filling my heart space, my eyes had started to blur like a dew-hit rearview mirror ,

ihhh why I became a gini crybaby anyway.I hurriedly wiped it not want to bang Akhsan or others know it, anyway, I looked at the Akhsan bang also had stuffed the earphones in both ears while his eyes closed, I better do the same thing ,I leaned my head and saw the building outside the car that was like a flash of cliches away from each other.My eyes that were getting tired are now a little bit closed , the journey from Jakarta to Bandung via toll road did not take long, when I realized and collected my life scattered, my eyes caught the road that had entered the city of Bandung, Bandung,it is dark because the time shows it has passed Maghrib, papah brought a car into the parking lot of an SPBU

" we pray maghrib for a while...."

after parking perfectly we went down while stretching the muscles stiff because of the position in the car during the trip, bones feel like robots, stiff stiff .

it didn't take long it only took 20 minutes we were back to drive the car.

ahhh home sweet home....

as usual the house looks lonely, yee how do you want to be quiet??? the residents all vacation and leave only a middle-aged domestic assistant .

" bang.bukain gate...bibi kanya in ga mendengeran...."

bang Akhsan nodded and then came down

" ahhhh sampe also ..."

" assalamualaikum bi..."

" wa'alaikumsalam neng.." There's something strange with bi Lastri he smiled a smile welcoming me.

wait is there something strange about me ???I glanced at the glass cupboard where the glasses were inlaid....

" ah kece kece alja even though I woke up but I am funny even funny.." my smile thinly realized my madness praising myself....

I went upstairs to my room, took a deep breath, driving away my nervousness

once again...

" push...Tut....."

enough is..!!! I put a cell phone on the table

I dropped my body on the bed staring at the sky of my room that looked ordinary without any hangers or room wallpaper

where is he...the man who he said was always there for me, the unique man bin nyeleneh, the man, the guy who won't replace me is sick because he says he's sick then who's gonna protect me, take me to pick up on his noisy bike,a man who always prefers to take me to a cilok and batagor snack while walking on the side of the road rather than taking me to a restaurant "meVah", he said that is a pleasure that haqiqi,,,

my daydream is awakened by a noise outside, to be exact people who lack of work disturb the neighbors who otewe towards the break

" hello ...this is too bad !! yes, rich times, no more tomorrow for ngamen.." I thought annoyed, because of the disrespect of the buskers who do not know the time to visit.

I gawked from the window of my room that directly led to the front of the house and the side yard of the house.

" give it.." My tongue was confused to continue my sentence.

I clenched my mouth not believing what I saw

" o Allah.."my opinion.

" Nara ..down dong.pegel nih.." cried Vina.

right there Rama was singing accompanied by his friends, there were also Vina, Rika and Mita

I am still gathering my consciousness, not because of Rama's romantic sobbing but guess what else Rama would do 'he is indeed a man full of surprises

happy, leggin' on my chest, I immediately went down to them ,

the song is finished with "surprise....!!!" Rama smiled as wide as the world.I still don't budge.

gilaakk wicked....!!! thought

so for these few days they planned to prank me, and this guy smiled with no regrets .

" hdp ...!!"

all gasped to see me slap Rama including Rama who was still dumb because of my slap

" upss.sick yes Ram.. sorry deh...once I reply his outrageous behavior makes me restless for a few days.." my inner.

" it's for you who've made me rich a few days because you think of someone crazy rich you're "my words are full of emphasis..

look at his pale face already like a chicken sawan, strong gaga kawahh!!! ,hahhaha maapkeun.maapkeun.when else can I do this.

ahhhh ga strong I want cheek* nahan laugh....

" bwahahahha.." I laughed back and forth looking at the face of Rama who was like shot by an arrow sentinel tribe, the pale blood stopped flowing from his face.

" and this is for you who have returned." I put my fingers to my lips and turned to Rama's cheek.

rama's face turned bright, he rubbed his chest, what he muttered ..

" Nara ihhh makes a surprise.kirain our efforts are in vain..ih.." cried Vina , it turns out they are all no less pounding.

my eyes circulate to see my favorite spot for gardening has been decorated in such a way with brightly colored light bulbs .

Rama pulled out a flower but wait for my forehead to frown this is not a flower like yesterday ,

" pffftttt ... ouch Ram,, shame and shame ihhhh ..." Rika says

" Ram,,, what else is the flower ??still bagusan orchid flowers si Ambu at home, Ram.." said Gilang patted his own eel.

" wahhh.wahhh the Rama nyari the same problem sir RT this mah. ." Vina.

look at this absurd master the other day he brought a rose to show how romantic he was before all the inhabitants of the school, but now I don't know what kind of flowers make up this bouquet there are hibiscus, trumpet flowers... and I have memorized all these flowers, the flowers along the road in the village of Rama...

" suttt...." Rama turned to them "it's a romantic name." he said in self-defense.

" romantic what ga modal Ram...

" urang sampe arateul ngala na (me to gatel gatel gatel take it).." lamented Ridwan who scratched his hand scratched his hand that has been credited to help pick this flower from the corner of his village ... we chuckled at Ridwan's confession

I accept it "thank you "

"noisy ...!! sirik sign is not able to." said Rama.

" happy anniversary 8 months Nara.... " Rama smiled gently.

what ??? he came to remember that we have been in this relationship for 8 months .

rama's last touch whistling with both hands and lips made me even more distrustful of Rama's uncanny thinking ability as a normal human being...

both carts appeared from outside the gate and the seller was pushing

"batagor???"

" kilok...???"

muttered

my hand reflexively shuts my mouth ,my brain thought hard as hard as a rock only the man in front of me had the mind and idea to call my two favorite food vendors since living in Bandung came home with his wagon cart .

" this is what Ram...."

" why does kang Dadang sama kang Ujang get here...??" dumbfounded

" wahhhh satiated my stomach is mah.." cried Akhsan with no idea of shame.