Peter Samyang (Pepet Continue Until Dear)
5. The Poor Baby

Baby's second day at work, unlike yesterday, he woke up early this time and will leave early so he can relax on the road.

When everyone was preparing for breakfast, he was still struggling with mirrors and various makeup tools. He must appear perfect for the handsome Cakra and his wealth is also perfect.

"Perfect, the beauty of Baby Clarissa can not be doubted. I want to wear makeup, a baby is never ugly. Ah, so cute and beautiful of me." Baby proudly praises himself to the point of spilling over.

Finished fencing herself with make up, she walked out of the room in her graceful style. He went straight to the table and sat there, as if he had no sin. The girl scooped up the rice without greeting a single person sitting there watching her.

"Oh my God, what do you want to do? I swear, ya tacky benget you wear perfume," scorned Bian covered his nose.

"Whispering."

"How did Baby work yesterday? Smooth, comfortable?" ask Mr. Rahmat while taking a chicken meat suiran stuck in the teeth.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly, Dad. Everything will go well if there is a baby. There's no story Baby isn't at home somewhere. Baby made it a hangout." I don't know what was on the girl's mind, she easily said one word that disgusted anyone who heard while eating.

"Damn it! I lost my appetite because of the pigs. I'm ah, Mom, Dad, Bian's leaving. Father hunted matein he is the same as the village land next door deh, long stress keep him, Dad," said Bian greeting his parents before leaving for college.

"About speaking of it. Let's just get married to the old virgin next door. You don't need to work if you marry him. I'm rich in him, so I don't have to for Father's legacy to lo."

"Pig lucknut. I'm rich I threw you out of KK," Bian said, leaving the dinner table.

Bu Nur and Pak Rahmat are tired of divorcing the quarrels of the two brothers. They never get along even a day. There's just something they make a fuss about when you meet face. Trivial things can be great if they are the ones who fuss.

"Baby, do you remember what Dad said to you?" ask Mr. Grace after downing a glass of water.

"Still, be honest no matter where Baby is. Baby will remember your message. Daddy take it easy. Baby's leaving, yeah. Still early in the morning, the air is still fresh and Baby can relax on the road. Let's not mess around and crash a car like yesterday." Baby shuts his mouth for a moment when he realizes his mouth is slipping.

"Break a car of people? Whose car did you hit? Is the car okay?" ask Mr. Grace who cares more about people's vehicles than his son.

Baby is used to getting questions like that. His father was different from other fathers. If another father will ask the state of his son when he hit something, then not with Mr. Grace. Baby family is indeed a little deviated from most families in general.

"Bender, anyway. But the one who had not been angry, I also apologized. Finished business."

"Are you hurt?" Mother Nur asked.

"Nothing. Relax, everything is safe under control. Yes, your beautiful child has left for money first." Baby stepped up from his seat and kissed the backs of his parents' hands before leaving.

After a few minutes, Mr. Rahmat also went to the factory not far from his home. He works as a security guard there. From the result of being a security guard that he could send his two children to become a scholar.

Return to Baby who dives in the morning air and the hot sun that warms his body. The girl was riding her motorcycle casually until a few kilo meters of the vehicle drove, Baby felt something strange with her motorbike. Suddenly the vehicle felt uncomfortable to use, like something was wrong.

Baby pulled the bike over, he clucked annoyed when he saw the front tire of his motorbike that looked deflated. The girl ruffled her waist while staring around there might be a workshop around there.

"This misfortune moreover? No workshop, deflated motorcycle tyres. How do I go to the office try? I put this where the bike is if I ride the motorcycle." From the waist ruffled, Baby bit the tip of his nails thinking how to go to work while still using his motorbike.

One minute, two minutes, baby is getting frustrated with the seconds that continue to run he can not stop. He looked around for some time.

After about ten minutes he pushed the damn motorbike which made him sweat and the rage finally he found a tire patch that just opened his business.

"Sir, I want a tire patch. But I stayed, yes. I was in a hurry because it was too late. After work I take it. I came home at three in the afternoon. This is the money I paid. Do not sell my motorbike, yes sir," as long as Baby. The tire patch until gaping to hear Baby's speech more appropriate called nagging.

"Yes, neng."

Baby returns to the curb once he finishes handing over the money. His hands were busy fiddling with mobile phones to order an ojek online.

"Oh my God, since work why have I always been this unlucky, anyway? From yesterday I was late, which is really late. I was ten minutes late. Fucking motorcycle taxi driver, not to sampe anymore," Baby scolded.

His hands had not stopped to fan his face. The scorching sun that was a little stinging and tired that whack made him want to faint. Sweat filled his forehead which he always covered with bangs. The long hair that he stalls beautifully finally forced it to dip with the original.

"It's a real motorcycle taxi-maker asked for a seat, yes. Just be careful if I get here I give him a gift to let peace."

Not long from Baby nagging the second time, the motorcycle taxi driver in a green jacket stopped in front of him. Guiltlessly the man asked if the girl nearby was Baby Clarissa.

"Well, until I wait for you. What happened, too long ago?"

The young motorcycle taxi driver looked surprised, he looked back at what time the order came in and compared what time it was.

Just two minutes, the devil is the one doing it.

"I'm sorry, Mother Baby is difficult including fast. It was only two minutes away from the order."

"Basic men, do not want to be wronged. I'm leaving soon."

The young motorcycle taxi driver immediately turned the gas so quickly that he was upset.

Baby almost toppled over because his tilted sitting position makes his sitting unbalanced.

"Campret lo, ye. I didn't pay to know your taste" cried Baby.

Suddenly the motor stopped.

"Kok quit?"

"Lo won't pay, come down."

Baby stomping his feet no less upset.

"Gue is late. Don't be a paperan, ah!" Baby came back brutally.

Several people passing by the sidewalk focused on Baby and the online taxi driver. Maybe they think that they are a couple who are noisy.