Possessive Leader
Gossip

Although repeatedly Zidan always tried to do skin to skin on him but somehow until now to do more than just handrails he did not dare. Looking back and finding that Zidan's car was not seen to make him breathe a sigh of relief, he could walk more relaxed.

“What does everyone in a relationship have to do that?” Jesi is monologuing with herself.

“But if I don't want to? Nothing times well.” Answer itself.

Tracing the street of the housing complex in the afternoon turned out to be more crowded, unlike last night, quiet.

“Hei Hola Ola Olala Jesi approached the toddler train pushed by a baby sitter in front of the house. He crouched down while pinching the two gaunches on Lolita's cheeks.

“Lolita. Habit Neng Jesi likes to change the name of people's children ih.” Said the baby sitter.

“Biarin or tea, anyways so unyu his name right, special I made a call for Lolita. Uh... uh.. once you're excited Olala.” Again Jesi more and more anxious fussing the cheeks of the toddler's cabi to tears.

“Ih kok nangis anyway? Don't cry dong. Cup... cup...” kissed him all over the face of the toddler to a keenness and laugh.

“Udahan ah I go home first tea. Drug Olala..” Jesi again pinched Lolita's cheek before leaving.

Jesi walked back to his house, occasionally greeting children who play bicycles. Until the sound of the car horn behind him makes him look. Jesi immediately threw her face when she found out the car belonged to her father.

“Tega really dah, son walk dad delicious ride car.” His grunt. Her cherry face instantly faded considering her current sliced fate.

“Wassalamaicum!” Jesi entered the house with a bag dragged.

“Assalamaicum, Jes. After returning home say hello even back.” Said Sari who brought a glass of water to her husband who had also just returned home.

“Tau ah kesel.” Answer Jesi origin. He put his book on the table and sat down on the guest sofa.

“Kesel why mother's son? Try the same story mom.” Sari sat beside Jesi and gently stroked her daughter's long hair.

“Ya keselah ma'am. It's all because mom's the same dad. I made a great cape today. Father also, through playing live only no intention ngajak I ride the car.” Say it while pouting.

“That's a responsibility, baby. You also want to take. Consider it an afternoon walk all sports to be healthy.” Answer Burhan.

“I've been over-exercising today, Dad.” Jesi said softly, she leaned her head in the arms of the mother.

“You know what it's like to ride angkot?” his mother's face was glazed over.

“Heat, whimpering, the road is slow, the smell is mixed. The smell of perfume is the same as salted fish plus terasi so one in angkot. I got the wrong angkot ride, got off in the middle of the road and kept on wearing ojeg, until the campus was late I ran to class. Cape I'm bu.” His complaint.

“Daddy same real mom can see me like that every day? Very nasty dah.” Further.

Contrary to the wife who looks sad to hear the story of Jesi, Burhan actually laughed.

“That's why I laughed. I laughed at my suffering. Wicked!”

“What suffering? You should thank me father, because all facilities are revoked so you can have the experience of riding angkot, riding ojeg. And most importantly also it's a rough experience.” Burhan said while holding back a laugh.

“Tomorrow before boarding the angkot must be careful, see the number so as not to ride incorrectly. If not you can take an online taxi or ojeg online so that you do not need to walk forward.” Its effects.

“No need ah, ntar expensive. My money is the remaining fifty thousand. Good thing his return was ushered in temen.”

“where the hell? The same angkot ride time ojeg sampe abis one hundred and fifty thousand?” wonder Burhan.

“And I pay the freight fifty thousand, ojeg one hundred thousand. I'm not a snack today. Laper bu...” replied Jesi by welding.

“Yes we've eaten now come on.” Take Sari. Jesi followed her mother into the kitchen.

Seeing his princess walk lazily behind his wife makes Burhan a little heartless, the princess only looks so exhausted today. Burhan soon catches up with the two women who mean so much in his life. Today's dinner started early, on the sidelines of the meal he told Jesi about the angkot and ojeg rates. He did not expect if his daughter did not know the basic tariff of public transportation, all the result of him and Sari who overindulged Jesi.

“Yes that's why Well, tomorrow return all my facilities. Dizziness really want to go to campus just this it.” complained Jesi.

From the start of persuading seducer with a clear look until the mode of mengambek activated in fact did not succeed in dissolving the father who remained at the initial decision.

In the morning, Jesi returned to the campus. This time he left early, did not forget to pay attention to the number of angkot he was about to ride. There was a satisfied smile as he arrived at the college on time and got his change from the money he paid.

He smiled kindly at every student and student who greeted him all the way to class. Gossip about her who is the lover of the most wanted campus but came aboard the angkot quickly spread throughout the campus, until Jesi realized several pairs of eyes were staring at her with a strange look. From the look of pity, cynicism, pleasure to what he cannot define.

“That's Jesi's not his girlfriend, Zidan? he came aboard angkot.”

“Ah time? He is the son of the sultan!”

“Today I saw him come down from ojeg. I think it's wrong for people so it doesn't tell anyone. Uh it turns out to be him.”

“Maybe his parents are broke now.”

Despite hearing bad prickly shoes about him being the talk, Jesi did not bother and ignored them.

When the break came, Jesi chose to see Zidan, although he did not care about the gossip circulating himself that became poor, but now he needed Zidan to just listen to the story. Jesi was impatient to tell her about her morning trip today, at least she was not lost and paid according to the prevailing rates. Really going through such a small thing has made her unusual self riding public transportation feel proud.

Arriving at the thirty-two room Jesi circulated his gaze inside, there was no figure he was looking for.

“Kak, see brother Zidan not?” ask one of the students.

“Si Zidan has come out of here. I thought he wanted to meet lo.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Jesi passed by leaving Zidan's class. He sighed softly and then blew it up until the bangs were slightly raised.

“Where the hell is it? No Kak Zidan no Raya both are difficult to contact.” Gerrutu Jesi while continuing to make calls with his cell phone.

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Oh my dear Jesi keep the spirit well. don't cry their babble. Let in the word bankrupt also you tetep sultan.

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