My Lovely President From The Mars
GOD'S PLAN

God runs his motor with a million thoughts lodged in his brain, like wasps. His eyes stared hard at the traffic jam. Occasionally he justifies leather gloves that feel so tight. The motorcycle tyre stopped in front of a red light along with another vehicle.

Among the glass-covered fullface helmet, the movement of the Gods netra follows the figure of a street busker standing in front of him with his ukulele and flip-flops. Why is it that the image in his mind now is Zahra's face, does Zahra's face look like a busker ukulele? The god chuckled slightly inside the helmet. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet so people couldn't see him.

It was crazy my time!

Suddenly he became a philanthropist, his hands reached into the pocket of his pants to look for money.

The amazing! In the pocket of a president there is only a two thousand folded sheet. That's how God is!

His hand was outstretched dropping the bill of ashes into the busker's hat.

He's headed for Zahra's boarding house. Zahra again glanced at the watch in his hand waiting for the arrival of the creature did not know in profit.

"Ra, wait for an invitation?" ask Defia.

Zahra nodded, "yes." Zahra tidied up her snack lunch box. Umi Salwa always said if you can make your own why should snacks outside?

The motor swallows as it goes into the street alley to the Zahra boarding house.

God had stopped in front of Zahra's boarding house, all he did was shout out exactly debt collector's debt.

"Zahrah! Woy! The hut!!!"

"No! Mo nyet forest already called Fi, I came out huh. Afraid of the same rt sir the citizens are coming in with him screaming!" Zahra immediately grabbed the bag and slid it on the shoulder.

"Zah! Ra! Fat man! It's hunting!" shouted again.

The heavy sound of the iron fence was opened quite smoothly despite the loud sound, "wo-wo-wo-wo-wo! Stopit! You know, call me already rich call people to brawl! Lo want to be thumped by citizens what?!" fierce Zahra with a grumbling tone.

"Well, you're finally out, right?!" he answered with his golden voice.

"Right, the neck vein does not break. lo vocal cords are new to taste!" hiss Zahra made the God chuckle, "where is there!"

Zahra's hand held God's shoulder for his pedestal and then he climbed into the seat, "a little while!" before the god put forward his iron horse like a lumping horse, Zahra wanted to warn him first because he still loved life.

"Lo can't speed, you can't bring this bike like a bok3r nahan! I still love life and still love the wallet, understand?!"

The god returned to his crybaby, "hihh, have trouble many nawarnya! So we're not leaving?!"

"Yes first!" his orders pushed the helmet of the Gods.

"Ck!" decak Dewa resisted, if not because Ganesh, his parents, and Zahra's parents had he put the head of this girl into his shirt, bring it.

"Hm" answered the god.

"OK, move!" this girl's orders to wear a helmet given by the gods. There was no chatter along the way as both of them were busying themselves with their own thoughts, occasionally they glanced at each other from the rearview mirror to see if the person who was with him was still alive?

"Tomorrow I'm on night service. So pick him up anyway," said Zahra handed him the helmet but God pushed him back, "lo simpen well for a week, be careful not to sell! This is a helmet you can buy in Africa!" tinned.

"Bo do very! I don't want to know where to buy. In addition there is not a lot of work you buy in Africa, in Tanah brother also many helmets ginian cepe gocap also dapet!" reply Zahra.

"About!" The god turned on Zahra's nose.

"It's expensive! Same salary as a helmet!"

"Nih--nih---" Zahra rubbed the helmet with the ground where it rested to get dirty.

"Now expensive helmet!"

"Wah-wah-wa! This chick is a crazy fix!"

"Lo's crazy, you fuck off mars!" Zahra twirled her body, long time here she can go crazy.

God laughed crisply at Zahra who was angry, funny if boboho raged. The face of Zahra, a little gemoy bin fat, dances in the brain of God, even though Zahra now seems ideal impressed thin either because now he is tired.

Guilt was suddenly present in the mind of the Gods, but it was not long since the Gods had returned to the office.

Ganesha, who was waiting for the plane, stared at his boarding pass. Thinking of the words of the gods.

"Well all right, sir?" Ganesha.

Yahya is stricken with his own memory, "ah! I just wanted to!"

Ganesha turned, "why?" ask her.

"So early this morning you were flanked by the god, Nesh? You're nothin', are you? I saw you being pulled by your brother," asked Yahya looking at Ganesha as a whole carefully.

"Gue ain't nothing Yes, my own brother hurt me."

Yahya nodded doubtfully and briefly, "oh ya sukur deh aja lo diapain. You're wild brother Nesh," he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nesh, are you sure you still want to hide the Difta pact?" ask Yahya carefully.

"Surely, I can return the assets of the daddy that he has taken and used. I can nerusin Miracle project, without having to give him to the authorities. It'll all be back to how it was, that's why we're leaving now,"

"But how much money has he used? That's not a little Nesh?"

"Lo calm down, daddy won't be suspicious if every time this project has a development,"

"That means you're closing this project with the company's money?"

"Okay," Yahya no longer spoke.

"Babys!" early in the morning, Melody's cry made the employees' ears buzz like bee entry, suitable for replacing sirens damkar. The god could not help but laugh when the scene he saw was a bruised spot on Melody's forehead due to falling down yesterday, even though the bump was reduced. Does he laugh at the wounded? But this is a God who is morally minus, so he doesn't care

"Hay baby! Ha-ha-ha!" he blew his laughter making Melody manyun instantly, "ihhh rese! Baby don't fuck me! It's all because of Guffy!" his tirade was poking, while covering his forehead with hair that suddenly bangs.

"Okay-sorry-sorry!" The god snapped that unfinished laugh.

"So, are we having lunch without half-human?!" at the end there Miki had squinted his eyes called a half-human.

"Awas aja lo tenacious! Mr. Ganesh and Mr. Lendra are not without reason to believe in me," he murmured.

"So" the God replied as he walked towards his room.

"Pagii sir! The sun was shining brightly and flowers were blooming, including the bank keee flowers, which were again late for the father," he sniffed at Melody who was ready to spray rough swears at Miki.

"Lo!" Melody had come forward to grab the gleaming man but was held back by God.

"For Miki," God replied, the eyes of both men were fiddling hearing that, did Miki have to go for the yellow rice because God greeted him? What morning is a heavenly angel?

"Baby?!"

"Mel, I want to go straight to work. So don't bother first, if I call you new you can come in! Meanwhile, you go with him first, "The god took off his arm that was held by Melody and entered his room.

"Najeiss!" hiss Melody.

"Ki, don't forget my file neatin," he said before completely missing behind the door.

"Ready sir!" he replied laughing sneering at Melody who was still gawking, "baby! How do you work, you're the kid who owns the company?! Besides, Ganesha is not here anymore, and instead works?! Meningan we happy-happy?!" his screams screamed in front of the room of the Gods. Miki laughed like thunderbolts, "this is why I want to make it!" miki said glaring at his desk preparing what the Lord had asked, while Melody was lashing indistinctly there, she stomped her feet in the carpeted streets her lips forward like a mon cong plane.

"Ndra, the person you sent to follow Ganesha is already on stand by right?" ask the gods on the phone.

"Udah, just wait for news. Soon you'll know where Ganesha cuddles the Difta pact, tomorrow so Wa?" ask Lendra.

"So then! It's a routine schedule!" god's Laughter.

"OK."

God put his cell phone and leaned his body against the head of the chair.

He laughed considering the nagging Zahra who called it a creature from Mars, why can it be funny? Only God knows.

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