Nested Razia Satpol PP
The Nineteen

POV Ramdan

What do you think of when your girlfriend asks to meet her parents? Deg degan must have. But I'm happy too. That means I was taken seriously. Turn around with me who hasn't dared to tell my mother. But my mother knew him before she became my lover.

With full preparation, I'm ready to pick up Tasia. Borrow papa's car for a moment. When asked where? I answered a friend's house. My life friend will reward..

"You're no longer reckless, are you?" ask papa to investigate

"No. Papa this is weird" I replied casually

"Yes back again"

"I am a razia pah man. Papa forgot?" then we laughed.

I was wayward first. If you get razzia, papa takes care of it. Papa said to get tired of taking care of my problems.

Back to the point, Friday I'm still working as usual. Then ask permission Saturday not to go to work. The plan is after work, leaving and is expected to arrive in the capital early tomorrow. We returned to town this Sunday morning.

After work I take a quick shower, change my clothes. Just carrying one backpack is enough. Guys are easy.

Until in front of Tasia's office, it turns out he has not returned home. I parked the car and got off. Waiting for him in the park in front of the office. I see my watch, Tasia's coming out soon.

"Hi, all alone?" Just lyrics him without giving an answer. Women in work clothes, maybe employees here.

"You want me to go" he sat down immediately, but I reflexively stood up and left.

"Kok going" he shouted

Huh, that's so vicious.

My phone rang, Tasia called me. Caught my eyes she still looks beautiful despite all day of work. He was looking for me.

[I'm in front]

I wave my hand at him. I welcomed him like Kindergarten's son was picked up by his father. He laughed, and I was drugged by his behavior.

"Come"

My hand was grabbing her shoulder, one of my hands was taking over her suitcase.

"That's a big suitcase"

I put the suitcase in the back seat. Lazy opening the trunk.

"My tree is just that mas. So, yes, use it" he explained

"Please enter Mr. Princess" I open the front door. Closed it. I turned the front of the car and sat behind the wheel. I'm going to take this car. It's work-home time anyway, so it's definitely stuck.

"You don't change your clothes first?" I glanced at him briefly.

"Yes. Later on. How are you so handsome?"

I couldn't help but laugh when he said that.

"Now wasn't I always pretty?"

"Totally stupid to be a person" he pinched my arm

"Aww sick you know"

"Yes sorry sorry. Sick huh?" he stroked the former pinch's arm. I was just pretending.

"It hurts here"

Cup

One kiss landed smoothly on his forehead.

"But lying"

I laughed, he put his lips together

"Seek someone to punch this"

"Geez, geez. My boyfriend turned out to be a bit bad"

"But baby, right?"

"Yes dong"

I ruffled her hair.

He's hooked my arm. Leaned across my shoulder. This is how I am happy. Long time no question. How many years have you been single since you left your ex-boyfriend because I still don't have a job. Cannot fulfill his wish.

My journey stopped when magrib. Stop the car at the mosque and rest.

"Stop here, huh? Already magrib. No good magrib magrib road" I explained

"Yes. All dinner yes. I'm laper"

"okay"

I let go of the seatbelt. Then we went down to the mosque. Tasia's headed for the woman's ablution and I'm the other way around. The stone congregation is finished so we pray by ourselves. Fifteen minutes passed, we were reunited in the car.

"Have you waited a long time?" ask me when I get to the car.

"New aja. Bukain dong mas's. Change clothes" she asked

"You want to change clothes here?" I'll show you the car

"No. in the bathroom. You need to peep again"

I don't know why I like to make him like that. Glancing cynically, singing lips then suddenly he smiled. ah really adorable.

Immediately I press the unlock button. He took a few pieces of clothes and face wash and went back to the mosque toilet. I waited for him in the car.

Clamps..

Tasia is back

"Great prick"

"Mandi duck. Hahahah.the water is very cold"

his face was fresh. Her makeup is no longer there.

"Why do I think I'm rich? ugly huh?" she's staring. I shook my head.

"I like gini rich. Natural" is a cliche, right? But indeed I liked it from the beginning with a face without polish.

"Bragging! Look at my thin, gini-rich eyebrows. There were her acne scars" her finger pointed at the dried up acne scars on her cheeks and forehead.

"What a thing, baby. No problem for me. The road now?"

"But I'm the laper" he whined. Spoiled but I like it.

"What do you want to eat? Soto, rice Padang or lalapan?"

I asked you a choice question. Rather than say whatever then confused. Women want to be served too.

"Lalapan Lamongan yes. It's delicious, rich"

"OKAY. Let's try to find a tent stall yes"

Not long after, I found a tent stall Ayam Penyet Lamongan lined with several other traders.

"Are you here?"

"Heemm" he nodded his head

We got out of the car, it wasn't too crowded. Some people were sitting there eating and waiting in line.

"Yam lalapan 2 yes. Warm tea 2"

The seller gave his thumb. A small talk accompanied us.

"Oh Ramdan, huh?"

A woman approached me with a big smile. I didn't expect to meet here.