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Eventually the car entered the street, where the building was lined up like a little closed shophouse building. Named southbang club one of the biggest night clubs in Bandung he said the frenetic club began to feel from the beginning of the entrance.

"Dem ! Dem ! Dem ! Dem !"

As soon as I opened my ears, I slightly closed both my ears. Unlike the case with my four friends, they even cheered happily while shaking their hands, feet and limbs.

They laughed and looked for a seat, then ordered a drink. I'm confused to never come to a place like this to feel like the dumbest person here.

"Ra, what do you want to pesen ?" ask Inggrid.

"Softdrink is just that."

It's not possible, I mesen wedang ginger here at the airport.

"Gue cocktail deh," said Dea.

"Yes" replied Willy.

Gibran ordered a bottle of soft wine.

"Down yuu ! the song was good," asked Inggrid to Dea, they went to the dance floor, soon Gibran followed, "ayo Ra, come along !" peekik they invite.

I shook my head, "ga papa let Nara I'm the cool one !" squeal Willy.

The smell of cigarettes, alcohol everywhere, made me uncomfortable, plus the look of a basket spy that made me want to go home soon.

"Ra, the balloons have been to rich gini places huh ?!" ask Willy.

"Dome."

"Hemm, like ga ?"

"Ngga, too rame."

"That's it ! Must be rame, called discotheque, which deserted Nara's grave...Nara !" my mind answers itself.

Willy just smiled, he took a cigarette in his jacket pocket and started smoking.

"Loe smokes Will ?"

"Why is it ?"

"Ga, nothing."

"Nara Loe is funny, I like it" Willy said.

After smoking, Willy allowed me to catch up with them on the dance floor.

At home

Brummmm.

"Ting-tong, ting-tong...."

"Assynolayam !"

"Wa'alaikumsalam !" bi Lastri answered the door.

"Eh there's aden again."

"Yes bi, Nara is there a bi ?"

"There is no den."

"Where is bi ?"

"Lacking to know me, it went with his complex friends, took a car."

Rama turned his brain, then his gaze sharpened and he was in a hurry.

"Oh, if that's what I'm sorry bi, please make this deh bi, if Nara has come home ! Thanks for assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

Rama immediately ran and hit the gas, remembering Gilang's words earlier at school.

The flashback

"Ram, kadieu heula kedeng, "(this was a moment) said Gilang when Rama and I were arguing at rest this afternoon.

"Si Nara is called to night club tonight, I cs cs na," whispered Gilang who took Rama a little away until I could escape.

"Eh Ra !"rama chuckled as I went.

Unintentionally Gilang to the cafeteria ordered a drink and heard the chat of my four friends.

"Eh the Nara is funny, she's the capital's son but innocent. Time discotheque only he refused to let go of it ever so, come to the club ?" kekeh Gibran's.

"Belom was once rich" replied Inggrid.

Flashback off

Rama drove his bike to a row of night clubs in Bandung, incidentally he had even often seen my four cs in and out of the night club so Rama knew where we were.

I, who was getting so cramped with the atmosphere, decided to seek the wind out of this place. I saw my watch turned out to be at 10 p.m.

When I opened my eyes while yawning, because this was already in my sleeping hours. I looked around, looking for public transport but nothing. As I glanced to my right someone was sitting sweetly on his bike and chuckled at me.

"Rama ?" it approached

"Have started being naughty, why are you here at this hour ?" tanyakanya.

"Why are you here at this hour ?" turned asking.

"Yeee was asked even behind her, I'm not deliberately passing by and see dear is here," I turned the eyeballs carelessly.

"Udah malem, the girl pamali that wandering malem-malem what girl, yu come home I anter ?!" ask him to pat his motorcycle seat.

Indeed he was right, this is already the night can-can people worry home plus angry, but my prestige is high.

"Engga ! I'm looking for an angkot," I refused.

"Hehehe wants to get the elephant leafan will not find angkot here, because this place is not an angkot route," he replied.

I'm wailing, "so you wanna come ?!"

"Well, I don't want to, do I stay ? Get ready a lot of bad guys plus nagging your brother !!" he was about to cut his motorbike.

"Yes, wait, wait. I'm coming with !!"I held his hand.

"Where are you ? To my house ?" her question was tempting.

"Say I want to do it !" my ketus.

"For help that's the way, don't want akh !" he said he was going.

"Ihhh !" hold me again, while stomping his feet and manyun he laughs with satisfaction.

"Yes, Ramadhan I want to help anterin me to the house dong !" manais sweetenikkan.

He held a laugh with his hand, "ko Ramadhan, I just call him dear, when you call names ?!" I was really annoyed, he managed to tease me all-out si@*lan.

"What dear ?!!! Ueeekkk," I replied.

"Yes is !" he shakes his shoulders and moves his bike a few feet.

"Yes dear !!!!!! Help me dong !" pekikku, who has put aside my shame.

He retreated again, "what's the horror ?" ask her.

"That's a hell of a bloke on this one ! Go to hell !" my mind curses him.

"Dear, anterin I go home dong yang," I said withholding emotions with a forced smile.

He smiled, "well, he's up," I'm up, he put his helmet on me.

"Yes, it's a road hunt ! Ko even diem ?!"I said when he got up, but he was silent.

She coded me to hold her waist, with deheman and glancing at her waist wrapped in a t-shirt and a levis jacket. I want to not obey even with doubt.

Then the motorbike drove through the night streets of Bandung.

"Toward is now rame !" the screams are disguised by the night wind.

I really don't want to hear the chatter, "yes" I replied briefly.

"That's an Asian-African conference museum !" point out, along the way he showed the place where the iconic in Bandung like a tour guide.

We got home, I got off, "thank you !" I gave him a helmet.

"Yes, come in ! Already malem. Afraid that there are ghosts" he replied.

"I'm not afraid, there's no history of humans dying as ghosts !"

"Not afraid of being killed, but I'm afraid the ghost is following you, and I have to fight with the ghost of your capture" he said.

"But !" i grunt.

"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow. Assalamualaikum," he left.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," I went in and closed the fence.

I opened the door, how surprised I was when I opened the door someone was folding both hands on his chest with the gaze of his eagle.

"Where are you ?! It's half an eleven o'clock more ! Who is she ?"

"Streetings. He's my friend,"

"The nutritionist guy ? Ko was very brave he brought the girl without permission, "he said who followed me to the shoe rack.

"Yes, he just let me know, if there's no him.ga know what time I go home !" my answer.

"Well, I'm sleepy !!!" my answer left my possessive brother behind.

"You ain't nothing, are you ?"

"Repo !!" my answer.

"Ehhh, your friend came to the house but you're gone. He's nitip it !" point it at a plate of batagor.

"Oh, it turns out Rama was deliberately nyusulin me. But how does he know I'm at the night club," I asked in my heart.