Not my Man
Pdkt Who Failed

Laras grabbed his phone and typed in a short message for Muezza.

You bagok! Not exactly the same code. Today I invite him to anterin us shopping, let you be free to whisk him.

Laras's short message was read and reviewed by Muezza. Without lingering again the girl who just graduated high school yesterday was immediately moved with a red hue on her cheek.

“I change clothes first, deh. Sorry Yas, I forgot!” muezza said before leaving his two guests.

After the girl's departure, Alun glanced sharply at his sister who snatched the milk tea on the table.

“Again plan what are you two?” asked Alun with squeaking eyes.

Laras who still drank milk tea, immediately emphasized the sweet drink and answered the words ketus the brother.

“Emang we are mafia?” sosor Laras with the face that is forwarded in front of the face of the brother.

“All your actions must be suspected!” chief Alun while pushing his sister's head using his index finger.

The girl's hand gently rubbed the eel that Alun had just pulled.

“Go home, Bang! Ayas can go with Mue,” bluff while throwing his face.

"Fine, I'm leaving now.” Alun grabbed his car keys and tidied up the hair of pride.

Beyond a doubt, she thought her brother would soften and seduce her. However, what he thought was not the same as reality.

“Abang ...,” Longest whining with tangled face.

“What?” sahut Alun lazily.

When Laras was about to stop Alun, Muezza's mother came out with a plate of cake.

“Away home?” putry asked while putting down the snack plate.

“Numbered, Tan. I want to grab a cigarette in the car,” point Alun with a thin smile.

Rahma roared after hearing the explanation of the young man who had just turned 28 years old later.

“Please on eat!” tell Rahma while taking a washcloth on the sideboard.

Laras smiled in a knot after his brother's departure, he thought the annoying young man was going to leave him here.

“Gert sambal,” mumbles Barrel with hand plucking sponge cake.

“Who's bluffing, Yas?” chirps Muezza who already looks neat.

Not a neat model of a feminine girl like most, she only uses a shirt with a checkered shirt outside. Tomboy style, but Muezza's appearance makes the girl change a little.

“Noh, the city square just snapped at me!” with an annoyed face.

“Emang why that handsome guy, Yas?” Muezza asked again.

“Udah deh do not discuss him, before me!” said Laras with a mouth chewing on the cake.

The girl's eyeballs rolled up and down, after which she immediately swallowed her last mouthful of cookies.

“Udah kelar?”

Muezza nodded then turned around for a while, revealing a look of himself. The barrel of raising the thumb indicates that the appearance of his best friend is ok.

****

In the shopping center Laras and Muezza look happy smiles are always framed on the pink lips of two cute beautiful girls.

While choosing the Muezza T-shirt, he learned something else from Alun that he did not know.

Laras who got the question thought a little about silly things or other things that his older brother used to do.

With a finger attached to the lips Laras replied, “Abang I like to snack while dumbfounded and ... like farting carelessly.”

Muezza gulped down his salivary brute, he did not expect a handsome person like Alun to have such an extremely extraordinary habit.

“Don't nag you, Yas! Cook yes, my boyfriend-to-be behaves like that.” Muezza patted his paripurn jidad slowly.

“If love yes, love only Mue. But yes, don't be so begging!” ketus Laras while patting his best friend's shoulder very hard to make visitors around him look at him with sharp eyes.

“Sick pe’!” muezza's wrath and hit back at Laras was quite harsh as well.

Again they became the center of everyone's attention, not wanting to drag on in the gripping atmosphere of the two girls moving in with awkward smiles.

“Meminding me,” Muezza said as he stroked his nape.

“Did they never do that? To the extent that their eyeballs are almost out staring at us,” Laras sneer squeaked.

“May be,” says Muezza with both shoulders pursed.

“By the way my prince where?” he said with a shaky head.

“Dih prince! Since when!” sindir Laras.

The person they had gibahin since then suddenly appeared to surprise them until the luggage Laras fell all.

“Again my gibahin, yes?”

“Abang!” the Baras Pekik that does not accept.

“What?” say it with a flat face.

“Hormits make me hang,” said Laras and Alun simultaneously.

Muezza was just dumbfounded to see the brothers talking and moving exactly the same, there was not a single word that Alun mispronounced. You could say the guy had memorized out of his head what his sister was about to say when upset.

“I hate Brother!” shouted Laras lirih.

Instead of stopping his actions, Alun increasingly becomes a prank on his sister.

“Diem enggak!” threaten Baras with bulging eyes.

Alun neutralizes her gel taste against Laras and now she is back to flat and cranky mode. Completely unbelievable, the man could return a calm blink of an eye.

He laughed so hard that the wrinkles around his eyes were clear. Muezza was very impressed with Alun, the man really attracted the attention of a sweet girl named Muezza Irabela; the son of Azmi Abdullah— the man was flat as Alun, just like Alun, but Muezza's father is more acutely flat than Alun.

For a few minutes arguing, Alun invited the two little girls to eat at a Chinese restaurant. Unexpectedly there was one of Alun's friends who approached them who were enjoying their ordered food.

“Yo man, Lun,” greet Haris while doing a guy-style salaman slang.

“Blind date apparently,” tease Haris with eyebrows up and down.

The surprised Alun chokes on the food he swallows, while Muezza he dies a tick. His body felt doused in ice water, his heartbeat was not rhythmic and his hands were trembling.

Jesus, what the fuck? Why does it have to be like this? If they noticed this hand could misunderstand, his grunts were deep in heart, but the girl was trying to control her nervousness at the moment.

However, the eagle eye Haris can see the nervousness of Muezza.

“Cock Bugup?” A small laugh mocked Muezza's current state.

“Heum?” Muezza's response got Haris's sudden question.

“E-not .. why am I nervous,” breaks it while bribing it into the mouth.

“Oho prestige,” scorn Haris with a slanted smile.

Muezza hated that smile because it was a kind of victory smile.

“Go Peng! Lost appetite I saw your face,” throw Alun with an intimidating look.

“Oke .. okay, I'm leaving. But, don't forget the pj so yes,” said Haris while touching Muezza's shoulder.

Alun who had risen blood raised his hand that was ready to stick to the face of Haris—the best friend that Alun had.

“See you young leaf pair,” greetings Haris with a wave of hands.

Crazy, you lost your mind! He could have scorned me. He thinks who he is! Gerundel Muezza in his little heart.

The barrel that went to the toilet since then is now back with a bright face. However, the joy was lost when he found his brother and best friend look in an awkward atmosphere.

“What happened to them?” thought Laras hastening his pace.

“Where are you from?” Ketus Muezza while putting chopsticks.

"I finished—” The girl's words came to a halt as Alun scolded her.

“Toilet moved in Bandung, yes?”

Baras drowning got a tantrum from the brother, he looked at his best friend also equally sour his face with Alun.

“Why is Brother angry? What's wrong Ayas?” ask Laras with dripping clear details.

Alun felt guilty seeing his sister crying, obviously this was not the fault of Laras and his sister did not know about the incident. Alun cursed himself afterwards, he was completely carried away by emotions about this.

So did Muezza, the girl also felt guilty towards her only friend.

“Sorry to me yes, Yas.” Muezza gently stroked the hair of a boat Laras.

“What the hell is it, this? Why are you throwing a look of wrath at me? What's wrong?” push Laras with all questions.

However, the two people were silent not making any sound and that made Laras even more upset. Alun left the two of them while slamming the spoon, of course it made the two girls up.

Laras was crying more, the clear circle was getting scattered without pause. Alun who had completed the food bill they ate immediately invited them to go home.

“Ayo, home!”

Without rebuttal, Muezza and Laras followed Alun's steps towards the parking lot. However, there was a question in the head of Laras that had yet to get an answer.

“Alun!” screeched someone from the front of the Chinese food restaurant.