My Lovely President From The Mars
VIBES

The god ignites his cigarette exactly ignites the emotions of the citizens, the atmosphere of the night is like a fit for cigarettes'an let alone accompanied by the moon and the animals of the night, a great feeling for the singles, yes perasa. Invite the soul mate of people, while he must come here and fro.

He was still sitting on the motorbike, waiting for Zahra to come out of the boarding house, "what's the dead child, from there in-wa'in ngga nyutin?! Or maybe you don't have a quota anymore, so poor!" nagging grumbles.

God has given Zahra the news that he has arrived, but the girl has not yet responded, so what she does is wait, the most annoying job in the world, he said, long time ago kost'an it is obrak-abrik also if the occupants do not ngakhlak gini!

White smoke was billowing in the air with all his thoughts lately. In fact, he deliberately forms the smoke of cigarettes round-round like donuts so there is no work.

A few people flashed in front of the Deity, it was possible that they had just performed the congregational prayer from the nearest mosque, the Deity nodded briefly as their gazes scrutinized the stranger to him. Understandably he is an outsider who has just been seen entering the village here.

Have you never seen a handsome guy? He took another cigarette, no matter what.

From a distance Zahra could already see the young man, "ssutt!" senggol Defia pointed towards the God.

"Sister-in-law tuh," he said teasingly, Fia felt there was something strange about this sister-to-sister-to-be relationship with her own candidate, Zahra more often entrusted sister-in-law, right strange.

"Ck, there's no such thing as a rich kid!" hiss Zahra murmured at the deity's behavior.

It was fitting that the girl did not respond, apparently she had just come from the mosque, still with the upper face neatly attached to the head. Today gini girl mukubangan from the mosque, feel in santri village! Is he lost?

God cleared his throat, why was he suddenly thirsty, was Zahra's appearance some kind of spicy food in his mouth?

"God! The pollution! Don't smoke here!" zahra's circus forbids the Gods from being so sewed.

"From the mosque don't say it first! That's why I picked him up, hunted! ! I don't think I'm busy?!"

The girl who walked with Defia replied no less sewot with eyes snorting cynically, "lo-nya nganya, never pray huh?! Who are you, where should you report?!"

"Yeee-sewot. I'm looking forward to it, from 1945! Udah sped to bed, already had to eat already sepet mating too. It's hunting!" his nag.

"Dead aja lo sono, very old!" his gerutu walked away from the Gods towards the boarding house.

Defia, the girl was smiling wanjayyy see a clear man model of well water that has been filtered many times plus the motor gedenya, brother-godain kite napa!

"Hay, I'm Defia. You're the candidate--"

"His boss's candidate is him!" cut the God sucks, look at his handsome but jutek face, make girls want to mess around with a pitchfork! Zahra, who had entered the gate, threw a flip-flop at the man.

Pluck!

"Ofy!" god Salak.

"Fi, incoming! Do not worry stress! All take my sandals," he said fiercely.

"Sorry ye bang--" Defia grimaces Zahra's purple flip-flops that she just threw.

"There's no morality!"

Zahra rotated her eyeballs and entered.

Defia said goodbye to the gods and immediately stormed the nurse's maiden room, "Ra, you don't fear being angry with your sister-in-law, don't you fear the blessing won't come down? Nakedness, ck-ck." This girl clucked, while Zahra was lining her clothes with a jacket, official clothes always he stocked so as not to get dirty exposed to street dust.

"Let's go! He's crazy!" the girl said casually, as if that was the reality.

"Know dong Ra, who knows stuck in that heart," the anxiety of spoiled flirtatious plays the tip of the shirt used to make Zahra raise both eyebrows, "ih! I saranin do not like me, instead of want to dismantle the disgrace of the prospective family yes, but he was wild exactly the jungle-cat-already ah! I leave yes, before the men make you angry Atik because nyatronin kost'an rich nyatronin city tog3l." He encouraged the scowling Defia, to come out of her room shooing her blatantly.

"Ck, time anyway. Tell me you don't want to." Her lips forward could be likened to the mon cong of the party emblem.

"Oh yeah, I'm missing the same debate." Zahra laughed and then came out of the boarding house.

"Hurry, I'm going out with Lendra!"

"Yes! Patience little cake so people, anyways so important, at most work you make a riot, hanging out not clear. Surprisingly, your nature is much the same as Ganesha, like the earth is the crust of hell!" dumel Zahra grumbled, but was clearly heard by the Gods. The god was silent when Zahra said that, Zahra was the meekest of his queer people who said that. He can only singleness slanted smile just hear that, although sometimes careless.

"WOW!" the Lord replied, making a mockery.

"Tape! Lo is the umpteenth-hundred who said that." God replied casually, not feeling hurt. Maybe his heart was petrified to hear the insults, insults and insults from others, whatever the man did not care!

Zahra frowned strangely, "bih! So you're proud of that?!" The god launched his bike after Zahra had managed to ride and wear his helmet.

"You know what I wonder, your brain is made of what you try, already know many people who say that but you are still rich gini?!"

"Gue just tell you the same lo, the rich are no longer bandingin lo the same Ganesh but more regret the same attitude lo!" cerocos.

Just this time God was silent and became a good listener, especially when this girl who spoke, he considered if Zahra's nagging was a horror podcast that he needed to see without having to reply. Though usually he will immediately cut off the conversation if not he will immediately leave when people advise him this way.

"Lo denger no hell?!" Zahra tilted her head in order to see the face of God, since this man had been silent was he dead? But at the same time God stopped his motorbike in front of the red light, to make Zahra pushed forward and reflexes embraced the belly of the God, with the position of his face that was getting closer successfully made eyes glare.

"Denger, my ears still work! Not a skillet's pocket." The god turned his face to the side making the two faces only a helmet away.

Zahra blinked herself and then retreated to correct her position and helmet. The god could only grin at seeing the wrong Zahra, twice !!! Twice they were like this, long ago the defenses of Zahra and God collapsed as well if always this way. The age of both is in its time to combine love.

Don't blame the two if one day you can't keep your heart for Ganesha.

"Nesh, this is how. Oh God!" Zahra keeps a heart, keeping a heart for others who are not beside her is not easy if this is the condition. The girl until stroking the chest to stop the heartbeat that somehow always attacked him if with God. Zahra counted the number of times he met the Gods, but the answer was as often as they fought.

The rest of the journey was only used to keep quiet between God and Zahra, no chatter that happened again after the incident just now.

As chatty as it killed Zahra, he closed the blink of an eye.

God stopped his motorbike in front of the hospital road, so it was this road that became the separation between water and oil, Zahra with his medical world and God with his night world.

"What time is it back?" ask God.

"Hour is half 7, but if you don't keb--"

"Later to pick it up," cut off the god, suddenly Zahra became an obedient girl, "oh yeah." He immediately turned around and entered without saying his usual thanks, only this time he felt groggy in front of an opposite sex to the point that his hands were cold, even with Ganesha was not like this.

Ganesh, where is that guy? Whether it was this cold, Zahra began to doubt. He was betrothed to Ganesha but he interacted more often with the Gods. Are they not going back?!

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