Pamite
64. Noisier

"Sister, deg-deg an. What do I do to get together with your friends?" tanya Dara gripped Rifki's arm firmly.

"Ngereog" replied Rifki.

"Sister," whined Dara with spoiled. Just this time Rifki saw a whimper from a girl. So adorable.

"Yes sit back, others eat, eat, some ask questions, no one asks yes. But I'm sure, anyway. Later we will be an impromptu celeb, there must be many who wonder," said Rifki jumawa.

"Sister, I'm so nervous about this." Dara was still busy with her heartbeat and nervousness.

"Let's go. Meet the children doang, not the same penghulu. Yeah, I'm gini, let's not be nervous." Rifki grasped the fingers of Dara's fingers that coiled in her hand.

Instead of improving, Dara's heart felt harder and harder. Many times he draws and exhales slowly to neutralize his heartbeat.

After a long walk, they finally reached the table of Rifki's friends. There are so many men with their partners. Perhaps their number could be more than five pairs of people.

"Wih, the king of singles, nih," said one of Rifki's friends who knew the arrival of the most handsome man in his association.

"Lo don't see, he's got a sidecar. Indiscriminate by the way. Hi, I know Bram, the handsome guy who likes noise," he told Dara and offered a hand to acquaintances. Followed by other friends.

The nervousness dominated Dara. He did not want to remove the hand link between himself and Rifki. It was indeed the first time he had chatted with adults and the opposite sex in large numbers.

"Now, menu. We have a message." Bram throws a menu book at Rifki. Fortunately, the man was able to catch the book or else his face would be the target of the food picture book.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" ask Rifki in a friendly tone.

"Yes-yes who just got a baby. Ouch, the umbar continues," ledek one of Rifki's friends.

"How long have you been in a relationship? Last year Rifki was still alone because it must have been new, yes. It must be still the numbers, huh, right?" seductive one of the women.

"Brandwife new time, ah angel. Hahaha," said Bram the money made Rifki even more nervous. His hand was moved to throw back the menu book that he had been carrying.

"Huh, dong. Do not keep on ledekin. It is yes, but it is only natural, pity Dara if you have to listen and see our behavior like this. I'll be happy if I have met a few times. Don't create an uncomfortable atmosphere for new people." One woman could finally think normally.

"At the end of the day, there are real ones as well. I'm with you Sinta," said Rifki who got the plot from Sinta's husband.

Dara was seen sitting uncomfortably and riled up. It was seen from his sitting position that he shifted several times. His eyes saw the clock on the wall several times.

The longer the conversation warms and does not corner Rifki or Dara. The question they asked was ordinary and there was no more tantalizing tone like that. However, Dara still could not feel comfortable since then.

Rifki who realized that finally launched his action that he never showed anyone but Ayu. His hands moved to encircle Dara's slender waist. Give him a little touch so he can be calm and comfortable. Maybe Rifki's actions are too confident, but in fact the way managed to make Dara speechless from sitting down.

"I think Dara is young. What age are you? I don't think it's the same age as us. Look at him I feel so old." Sinta asked.

"I've only been in college for the fourth semester, brother," Dara replied calmly. Not as nervous as before.

Everyone at the table looked surprised.

"You know, thirty-five years, right? Indeed why? Rifki can take care of me, can snack on me, not just play the role of a girlfriend. It could be a friend, a friend, a sister. Rifki can play any role in accordance with the condition of my heart. Even Kak Rifki can play the role of Father too, right?" Dara nudges Rifki's stomach with her elbow.

Hearing the words from Dara made everyone laugh. While Dara received a stern look from Rifki. He did not accept, how could the girl say that he could play the role of Father.

"Lo's more pantes in saying you know no, Rif." Bram said as he chuckled.

The conversation continued to know more in Dara. Many questions from Rifki's friends that make the man know more about Dara. It turned out that the touch from her made Dara feel comfortable. The proof is he can lues hang out with Rifki's friends after his hands are coiled around Dara's waist. Even a touch from her made the girl even more comfortable as she turned into more talkative than Rifki.

"Sister, it's half nine" whispered Dara in Rifki's ear.

"When?" askalanya.

"Huh? It's late afternoon, how come home?" sahut Sinta's.

"Yes for the afternoon. For Dara, yes. She is still a girl. It's not good to go home at night. I'll pull it off first, yeah. Next time we can gather on the weekend, just in the morning so that the length of time to find. I've already pulled it out." Rifki say goodbye to everything and then followed Dara.

"Yes be careful, just drive home. People's children, tuh," Bram's message.

Rifki just answered with the code and covered away. Their hands are no longer adrift, but Rifki's hands hang on Dara's tiny shoulders.

"Huuuh, I can finally escape from the shackles of nervousness that rule myself. Finally I can breathe again calmly, comfortably, and freshly," said Dara spread out her hands while closing her eyes breathing deep air.

"Where? Temen I'm cool, right?" tanya Rifki drove the car away from the restaurant.

"Lumayan, that. Acceptable. But I did not accept, yes you held me. Emang I what's in the hold-hold so," said Dara annoyed, very inversely proportional from the response that Rifki saw while at the restaurant earlier.

"Hey, Miss. You were just there and gave me a comfortable response when I did that. Why protest now? Why didn't it fit inside?" reply Rifki not accept.

"Well, you said that I should obey you. I forgot before I went in and said what? It is difficult indeed cooperation with parents," grumbled Dara throw his face.

Rifki scratched her unscratchy head. Truly frustrated with this one girl, he felt everything he did was wrong in his eyes. Though Dara himself who gave the code himself comfortable, but again he was blamed.

"Why? Can't I say old? Emang, yes, right? It's old, isn't it? Anyway, I want my snacks added. Not in a holding agreement. I don't accept protests."

"Whatever. Want to snack setoko, two bodo shops very," replied Rifki annoyed.

"Cock being a bodo? Uh don't try to break the promise, yeah. I told Bang Jaka that I lied to him. I'm aduin if you kidnap me all night" Dara threatened.

"Astaghfirullah, yes My virgin, honey, yes. I will not break my promise. You're free to ask how many."

"Not call me darling. The show is over."

'Astaghfirullah, why don't you just bury me, Ra?' inner Rifki desperate.