Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-65
"Don't you, Mas, the way?" the taxi driver hesitated, then turned to the back seat.
"Yes, sir," replied the man who looked like Evan next to Elijah with a flat face. "This road often makes the keder especially if it is malem," he told Elijah.
A gate with carved from stone, is the entrance to the door of the house from imitation teak wood with a glassy hole to peek. There was no one on the left-right side or on the porch.
The classic Betawi-Dutch style mansion is completely deserted.
The man got out of the taxi and paid the fare, then opened the door for Elijah and helped him down. He led her to the porch and sat the girl in a rattan chair near the entrance. "Sampe on dirty gini," he said, looking at the mud that stained Elijah's jeans and shoes with a concerned look.
"The cave also does not know why the cave is stupid," said Elijah half grumbled.
The man then knelt on the floor in front of Elijah. "Try looking at her feet" he said, pulling Elijah's foot and opening his shoes, then examining the girl's heel. "I think it's just a sprain" he told me. "illness?"
"Yes," Elijah replied grimacingly. "That's right on your thumb!"
"The taste of sprains" said the man-stay flat like Ardian Kusuma. "Have to rush compressed using cold aer, if you can not get worse. But no broken bones."
"Gua hates naek bis!" elijah muttered half groaning.
"I don't like taking the bus either" the guy said. His style of speech was really similar to that of Ardian Kusuma. "Especially if the rain like this, the bus is not a lot of cake usually. People are fighting."
Well--yeah, Elijah thought with a heavy heart. I was angry considering the incident. Even more annoyed given his own insolvency. Why have I been cake geeks lately?
"I am the Denta Maharaja!" The guy introduces himself while looking up at Elijah.
"Lu the Batak?" ask Elijah.
Denta smiled thinly-again like Ardian Kusuma. "Yes" he replied, cool down. "My father is a Medan, if I was born here."
How not to look at the Batak people, thought Elijah. Usually the Batak komuknya judes kek si Ijong!
"Where are you?" ask Denta.
"The original Cave of Rangkasbitung," Elijah said. "Grotto name Elijah. Call me El!"
"A very beautiful woman" commented Denta.
"Huh?" Elijah was flabbergasted, unsure of what he heard.
"In Greek, El means a very beautiful woman or a beam of sunlight" said Denta. He got up from the floor and straightened his body while patting his palms together to brush off the dust. "But in Hebrew means supreme god or god. Different in Arabic. The word El in Arabic means to swear."
Elijah stuttered to listen to Denta's explanation, not expecting the name problem could be so diplomatic.
"I'll take ice water first!" Denta again smiled faintly, then rushed into the house with elegant steps.
This guy is Evan's crossbreed with Ko Ard! Elijah concluded. Broken his heart a moment ago was instantly a little treated. It doesn't matter if it's just her feelings, or Denta is really similar to Evan. Elijah doesn't really feel lost anymore.
It would be nice if he was really Evan, his dream in the heart.
Moments later, Denta returned with nothing.
Elijah frowned.
"Move to dalem aja, yuk!" invite Denta as he bent down and grabbed Elijah's arm and pulled the girl to his feet.
"Before! Back then!" elijah protest quickly.
"There's my mom, in the dalem!" Denta calms the girl down.
"I mean cave..the other cave shoes are balloons removed," Elijah said while grinning the horse.
Denta crouched down in front of Elijah and helped the girl take off her shoes. Then he grabbed Elijah's arm and carried the girl's backpack in the other hand.
The girl resigned when Denta swept her into the house, greeted by a middle-aged woman with a face—again typical of Europe.
"Ela tao suja!" said the woman who then concluded Elijah as Denta's mother despite not understanding what he said.
"You're talking Padang?" elijah-tuks-whispering in Denta's ear.
"Huh?" Elijah was flabbergasted by the look on his stupid face. "The strolling cave to Brazil, huh?"
The guy just smiled thinly responding to it—like Ardian-stay cool down and unblemished.
"What's he saying?" Elijah asked again.
"Say," the man answered carefully. "You're so dirty!" He added while chuckling. Then sit the girl on the family room couch.
A large block was lit up in the fireplace in front of Elijah.
"You need another pegimana, the jatohnya pan in the mud not in the mattress," grumbled Elijah while pouting.
"Yes, yeah, I saw that!" seloroh Denta with a faint smile, then stepped across the room to the dining table, carrying a chunk of water and a hand towel. Then kneeled back in front of Elijah.
Feels the cake of my supreme god is worshipped mulu, Elijah said in his heart.
Denta's mother approached them, "Vou massagea-lo," he said, "I'll massage you!"
"Ape again he said?" erang Elijah could not take it anymore.
Denta replied with a thin-again smile.
The middle-aged woman crouched down by her son's side, then pulled Elijah's sprained leg.
"Denta!" Elijah's strangling stifled. "Want to flap?"
"Quiet," Denta said remains cool down-right Ardian-like, huh? Then he moved off the floor to make room for his mother-don't forget the elegant gestures of course. "My mom's a time nurse in Brazil!" He told Elijah.
"Oh," said Elijah with a look on his childish stupid face. "Gua is lucky bat can meet the nurse in this cake state!"
Denta smiled back. But don't say anything.
Elijah grimaces as the middle-aged woman begins massaging her ankles and heels with the fingers of an expert, while Denta begins to tell her about how her mother met her father then married.
Elijah looked down at Denta's mother with interest. Admired.
The middle-aged woman's hair was black—a little gray, split in the middle and unraveled covering the ears decorated with large earrings of gold-plated ruby stone.
He also wore an embroidered scarf of various colors that was looped around his shoulder.
Her face was quite pretty, moreover her black shining eyes were alive under her straight and small eyebrows.
"Papa was admitted to Sirio Libanes Hospital during the coverage in Sao Paulo and met this beautiful woman" Denta told a slow, relaxed story.
"Papa you journalist?" elijah asked as he looked up at Denta's face standing near the dining table.
"Yes," replied Denta—with a faint smile back. "It used to!"
"Oh, sori!" regret Elijah quickly.
"It's nothing, it's been a long time!" sergeant Denta without burden. Then he looked down at his mother's back.
The middle-aged woman got up a moment later. Then smile at Elijah.
"Te—Thanks," said Elijah hesitantly, "Hei—what's the Portuguese language thank you?" ask him to Denta.
"Obrigado" replied Denta.
"Oh-obrigado!" elijah's reprise of Denta's mother. Then return her smile.
"Not how much" replied Denta.
Elijah stuttered immediately.
It turned out that the middle-aged woman could speak Indonesian.
Goddamnit!