Orange Pieces
FIRST TIME SEEING YOU

"Water gallon dateng!! Plus snack tapinya not make fear because it does not turn off and is not venomous, usually make the stomach full!" his screams raised the tray as high as his chest. Ganis's index finger stopped in Wira's clay belly as Indi rejoined.

Indi not only brought a glass of water, but a plate of caramel sponge that has been cut into pieces, and ciki stick balado in a plastic jar in a wooden tray.

"Cie, rich colekan again eat sambel aja. Long time cheering!" cibir Indi curled his lips, almost his screeches exploded so anxious to see Wira and Ganis, maybe long ago he swallowed also a pot of mother flowers in front.

Ganis close and clasped his own hands, had mischievously touched the belly of Wira and to the gap Indi, it feels very kamvret.

"Yes, his hands are naughty! To be entered into the cage," while Ganis unraveled his shame, he turned and sat down on the chair.

"Teh, drink first! Let it later be able to focus on the story of 7 climbs 7 derivative Indi," he continued put it all on the table. The arrival of Indi disperse the daydream of Ganis will be the shirt worn by Wira. Hero exhaled his rough breath, Indi came at an inopportune moment.

"Ah yes, thanks Indi!" Ganis smilingly displayed both of her sweet dimples.

"Now, a special mother-made caramel sponge for Ganis tea, made with love, love and affection, also longing!" the girl was like a spg-spg food product that was being promoted made Ganis giggle, "can you taster no? If it's good, I'll buy it!"

"That's a lot, please try!" seloroh Indi's.

"Udah fits yes tea," Indi also sits in a single chair beside Ganis, while Wira sits in the same long chair as Ganis.

"Banget! It is suitable to be a department of stature," said Ganis.

"Co of stature, marketing or tea!" Ganis gave a crisp laugh while staring at the mouthful in front of him.

"I'm at work, nothing, Nis? Wait a minute," he said asking for permission.

Ganis glanced towards the Hero, "you work?" he began to pick up caramel sponge that is in the list of favorite food.

Wira nodded, but Indi made a sound. "Yes yes or tea, if aa do not work Indi with what mother would eat?"

His eyebrows are linked, Ganis so curious about what kind of work Wira wrestles, afraid that Wira provides her mother and sister with illegal money. Remembering he was a figure of a cramp in school.

"What work?" his gaze was full of probing while devouring the cake.

"He had a tea distro in Cihampelas" replied the spokesman.

"Isn't he?" he cried in disbelief, Ganis had thought most of the shop work or part-time.

Wira took a laptop from his room, it is not the latest laptop. But with this laptop, Wira feels helped to store all data related to the distribution or send an email to the customer.

A bundle of maps contains some files he decked out of the room, there are some designs of clothing products, hats and such. The average nuances of underground, and metal. How can they come together in a marriage bond, with one of identical rocks being hard, black and so underground, while one is a lover of cuteness, rainbows, and ponies. So what makes Ganis want to marry Wira? It is clear from taste that they are opposite. Different auras and ground stands, one underground, one above the rainbow. Can't the unicorn be a punkrock kid? Or maybe the metalica band has changed course to be a lover of the little pony? The answer is only one, because both need each other.

Ganis felt the need for a figure of Wira to protect, giving affection that he could not get from his parents, while Wira himself felt the need for the figure of Ganis who was able to make his days colored like a gulali candy, as well as a candy bar, especially after feeling the property of Ganis, as if to become opium that he could not avoid even though Wira had tried as hard as possible not to touch Ganis. Then it turns into loving and having each other...

"Cihampelas?" again Ganis repeated Indi's speech, now he took a balado steak.

"Yes, teteh usually nyusulin there if a Nata late home, he said can not be bobo if not yet nyiumin ketek aa!" Indi to spit out his laughter with Wira who joined in laughing.

The cute face that was chewing on the cake turned startled, "yes that is, uh meni lebai until nyusulin!" he grimaced, his face so sour that he was ashamed of his own behavior.

"Yes, you love the rich cry of a little boy who is waiting for his mommy to come home, gemesin!" pinch Wira on Ganis' cheek.

"Huh?! Ah, how rich you guys are wrong times, when I'm a little bit like that!" the aim is to remove the former pinches of Wira then take a drink and gulp it, suddenly his snacking taste decomposes earthworms hearing the word kiss ketek.

"Yes, you used to be Nis." Speak without taking his eyes off the laptop screen, clicking and sliding the cursor.

Ganis of course still shook his head, he was sure he would not be that sweet on men let alone model Wira.

"Ga maybe," he shook his head.

"Yes, reply flat spira.

"No," kekeh Sumekeh Ganis.

"Yes," replied Wira again without the slightest look at Ganis, Indi to repeatedly switch the gaze from Wira to Ganis and vice versa.

"So!" ganis's jolt began to be provoked.

"Yes Nis, Nat's older brother spies his work. Ganis sama pir ga can sleep if ga kiss ketek brother," said Wira whining with the intention of heart imitating the spoiled style of Ganis first, making Indi laugh giggling. The light of the girl's face a million sense of prestige is flushed red while throbbing. The mouth of the hero with his tiny hands.

"No!"

Wira said, "yes, you were rich!" although his speech was muffled by Ganis's hand.

Plaque!

Ganis slapped pa ha Wira who was beside him with his other hand, instead of getting sick this young man laughed instead.

"Diem no?! The rese!" His anger is so fierce, like Brother Ros. Unexpectedly, this joke brought the memory back in Ganis' brain despite being faint.

The eyes of Ganis glared fiery looking at the Hero, this was his fierce Ganis, judes, and spoiled. Remember very well Wira when he first met this spoiled girl who he now loves very much.

...' A New Hope's '...

A large banner and banner he passed without being glimpsed again, the concert he just ended watching with his friends, delivering Wira in a messy condition, no afdol it feels if watching a show like this not while drinking and treating. The concert, which carries the new title of hope, brings together bands from various rock music genres, such as punk, hardcore, heavy metal, rock, and grunge. The music is said to be violent and screaming like a genie possessed, or crowbar also all kinds of bad stigma, and all the stereotypes and prejudices that are considered absolute truth in society.

His head was cushyengan, drugs and drinks that he gulped only half, not until the real tepar make his head even dizzy. While other friends who vomit are also lying on the streets like a bank kay cat.

Amidst the dizziness that racked his brain, Wira could still hear the sound of a girl crying. He glanced at the clock on his wrist.

"Hour 11, girls' time coming at this hour? Kun ti kaya's. This cave is still conscious, belun nyampe tepar though!" his murmur sipped a cigarette to overcome the frenzy in his head.

"Ra, if you can't go back together! Get in the tub car!" invite one of his friends, including his High School friends.

"No need! Caves bring a motor, if the cave ride a car on a cave motor how?!"

"It's safe, it's the same as Ujang!" his yell.

"The strong cave, the rich don't know the cave!" the answer smiled snorting while taking out the key of the motor in the pocket of the pants.

"Trust! Wira mah 2 bottles also do not make tepar, tomorrow-tomorrow bring trama dolnya 5 strips Ra,"

"Sip!" The woman smokes her cigarette smoke into the air.

As Santoni went, the voice of the crying girl grew louder.

"Bang Gem, get Ganis! Hey, who are weh please Ganis! Ntar Ganis love chocolate!" he said sitting under a tree.

At first Wira doesn't care, this world is cruel miss! Who is strong he who survives, if only relying on crying can all be in the can, maybe street children if hungry will only rely on crying in order to eat well.

Ganis's gaze fell on a young man with slightly messy hair ala harajuku perhaps, unlike the young men who had since crossed in front of him with a spiky hairstyle as high as the tower, also colorful rich color getuk lindri, but the body scented hell. This one's a pinch, same little fragrance.

Ganis wants to come closer, "hey you!" his style is so bosy but while wiping away tears.

"Please Ganis!" he said it shook, but it did not succeed in making this antipathy master pity.

"Ganis crookedness, hape same money no. In fact, the new hermes bags are also bought by the cross!" he was forced to wear a telenovela-style facial snapshot, pairs of watery clear fish eyes rich in part of his mamahnya legacy Fernando.

"Basic Freak!" aspir Wira insulting. Instead of being merciful to be pitied this girl does not accept being called freak.

Ganis took off his strappy shoes but had a 5 cm high heel with the Cahnel label.

Unexpectedly, this girl beat her whole body, "si*@lan!"

"Loe is freak!"

"Style behavior!"

"Flame body!"

"Ga handsome too!"

"Loe's ugly clothes, rich stove top!"

"Dirantein neck rich anj^$*%&!" nagelnya.

"Udah?!!" The snapping of Wira brushed Ganis' hand away, making Ganis cower in shock. Thanks to the cigarette that just a few suction until thrown into the paved streets.

"Si*@l so I met the model of a rich girl loe, Sana back to nature loe!"

Ganis actually threw his shoes at Wira, not just one but both.

"Gue reported Mr. Gurbernur to drive you out of Bandung! Rich citizens loe, just menuh-menuhin Bandung doang same keminusan loe!" crying, the head that has been twitching because of drugs and liquor even more sick because of being hit and beaten shoes, quite heavy.

Gluduk!

The more apes only both, now Bandung even dibuur heavy rain.

"Well.it's raining again?!" Ganis. He glanced at the watch in his hand already at half 12 pm, inevitably he walked alone without shoes through Wira with a wet shirt drenched in the rain.

There is also a sense of pity in the Wira to see Ganis, Wira guessing Ganis is a homely and spoiled child.

The hero was moved following Ganis's steps, with the body already equally flabbergasted, he grabbed Ganis' soft, though wet hand, "gue anter, grab your shoes!"

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