Sam
Sunmori 2's

"It's cool, si. Vi," Nada told Via as the group stopped by the roadside. Not just an ordinary roadside. There are many visitors who deliberately rest while taking a selfie. The view that is presented in one of the cities in East Java is amazing.

The two girls got together with four other girls for a photo together. They are Nada's neighbors. Via is the only girl who is not the youth of the Nada complex.

"Photoin me alone, yes, Vi. Real same effect in igeh. Both, anyway."

Nada gave her HP so Via could take pictures of her. Via certainly received it with enthusiasm. Various styles and from various sides Nada has done.

Lastly, Nada took the pose of leaning against the fence with a view behind there shady trees. In another corner there are many houses that look small due to the distance.

Via did not want to lose, he also posed with Nada as a picture taker.

Satisfied was there, Nada and the others got an appeal from the guys.

Tone along with other ciwi-ciwi immediately joined to approach where their motorbike parked.

"Well satisfied, the photos?" sam asked as Nada started riding on his bike. Take a position behind Sam.

Tone nodded with a smile observing the results of his own shot. Sam became anxious and seized the HP of Nada.

"Ciahh. Pose alay," Sam sneered.

"Heh. Like me," fierce tone did not accept to make Sam chuckle.

Sam's finger is still scrolling the screen. In his heart he admires Nada's photo.

"Well, look!" Sam discovers the camera feature and immediately directs the screen. The face of Nada who was frowning with Sam who was smiling became the first photo.

"That's right! Just take it anyway!" Back Tone protest.

"Why? Instead of being grateful to be able to photograph the same ketos handsome cake I even nyolot!" Sam doesn't care about his back being the victim of Nada's pinches. Love it but it's hot, too, right, sure. He did not even keep the image so as not to complain.

"Here it is, no, the HP!" Tone thrusting his palm in front of Sam's face from the side. Sam himself was just engrossed in looking around the entire Nada gallery. Even though the owner had protested plus chatty.

"Take the photo not just take it. Musti take the right angel. Not a precision center. As long as the effect is bad and not strange."

Sam again directs the igeh feature and takes pictures of the streets in front of him. His friends are ready to continue their journey.

Tactical once Sam's finger changes selfi mode

This time the face of kepo Nada managed to capture while he himself smiled until the ranks of his teeth were seen. Sweet anyway.

"Dad, Mom! You cheated, you know! You can style, well I cengo so. Delete-delete!"

"Yes, don't dong." Sam immediately raised his HP Tone high. He was able to send his pictures to his contacts.

Without Sam and Nada knowing, someone is making a video and taking a photo of both. When fighting over mobile phones. The tone looked upset while Sam was laughing. There is also the position of the hand of Nada who wants to seize his phone so that it looks like the hand of Nada embraces Sam.

At first glance, they were like lovers.

"They're dating, yeah!" Royan aligns his bike with Ando's bike.

"Tau, tuh. Just ask Via, here. His best friend." Ando slightly turned to Via who answered the signs of ignorance.

"yeah. Fears the Tone baper while Sam's just messing around." It was Akmal who approached his two friends. "So the road is not, anyway," Akmal continued

"Tuh, the ketosnya again fun so. Samperin, noh!" Dika raised his chin, pointing Sam and Nada on the bike. Sam parked his bike further away from his friends.

"Behhh. New prey, again," murmured Akmal and made Via glare sharply.

"What do you mean?" ask Via to three of his classmates. See one by one.

"Udah, crisp chatter, unimportant. Now mending you call that your temen." Show Ando with his chin.

Not yet had time to call Sam was approaching with a helmet mounted on the head.

"Gass again yok!" Without waiting for his friends to respond, Sam turned the gas lever and followed the others.

Sam had guessed, if his four friends must be talking about him.

Through the rearview he saw his friends had made a move as well.

The journey back continues. The cold weather is getting cool even though the streets are crowded. Less than two hundred meters there was a white cloud up the road. Not to disturb visibility.

It's not a wasted tone. He recorded it using video.

"Na. Replace you in front! Want ya!" Sam slowed down his bike while looking back.

Surprised tone. He screamed and his face looked innocent. "I can't use a clutch motor, Mom." Of course Nada refused it.

"Well, I taught you. Mumpung friends are still far behind." This time Sam pulled over and turned off the engine.

Tone refused, he hesitated, afraid of harming others. Sam continued to force while convincing Nada.

Finally Nada took Sam's offer. When else can be taught to ride a motorcycle kece, right, yes. With kakel idol again.

Sam continued to give cues, although often the machine so dead he said hands and feet out of sync. Sam remained patiently teaching Nada. Every now and then their hands touched and it made Nada's stomach rustle.

"Don't be weird, Sam," Ando rebuked as he overtook.

"Pepet hold Sam. Don't give me distance!" The turn of Dika passing by.

Is this a mistake. Nada glanced at the cynical friends of Sam who teased her.

"They can misunderstand, Mommy."

"Let it be, it's their business. Come on, try again!"

"Later we miss," replied Tone.

"No going! I believe in me."

This time Sam's hand forced Nada's hand back into holding on to both handlebars.

Don't baper Nada. It's just an accident. Purely training and not wanting you. The tone continues to convince.

Finally, slowly Nada can master so that each tooth displacement is smoother.

"Well, right. I said what too. The snail continues like this. I want to make a video of it." Sam continued to give the cue to Nada. His hands were busy recording his journey.

"Everyone wants to stop the same moving gear hold the clutch, right, Mas!"

"Yes,"

"Geez, when can you have your own bike, that's it." Nada has long dreamed of having his own motorcycle. Not continue to hitchhike on Via.

"Don't have a motor?"

"There was. But it's my motorcycle."

Sam just fuckin' a fuckin' shit. He has an idea. This time, Sam recorded his journey with a front camera. He deliberately focused on the tone that is now the controller of his motor.

"Sam won a lot, tuh. Yesterday's chatter so I can talk to Nada. Uh, now he has a double chance" Dika told Ando.

Via had already glanced cynically. Do not accept his friend if he will only be a victim of ghosting. "Huh, stop no. I'm gonna tell this to Nada." Via patted Ando's shoulder.

"Don't beat Dika. He's just kidding."

At least Ando's remarks made Via subside.

While in the back there, Nada began to feel comfortable. He forgot for a moment how upset he had caught Sam kissing Dita yesterday. He crushed his fear and enjoyed this rare partnership. Even though a little storm always happened between him and Sam.

Less than four kilometers. Sam asked to change position. With him in front. Because his friends are invisible. Lived far enough away like that.

"Handle! I'm going to speed!" Sam's commando turned a little at Nada.

"Okay, let's go." Tone holding two sides Sam sweater.

Sam's not hugging. It increases its speed.

His own tone suppressed his fear by closing his eyes. Not only once did he reflexively hold onto Sam's body if the teenager with slightly shaggy hair suddenly pressed the brakes. I want to protest but free. Until finally Via waved in front of the restaurant on the side of the road.

Sam stopped and joined Nada to join the group that had sat in their seats. Orders have been made. Just wait.

Nada has invited Via to go to the bathroom to urinate. He was already tense, for the first time he used a clutch motor. Even more confused, it was taught directly by someone he liked.

"Gapain a smile, Na!"

Via looked at his best friend's face as soon as he came out of the room.

The tone blushed as it still continued to ring as Sam helped him set the pull of the gas.

Like it feels touched by someone you like?

"Based too!"

"What the hell, Vi."

Via now changed Nada's warning to be careful with Sam. He told her what he heard, though he himself doubted if what Dika said was just a joke. Via just wants his best friend not to baper will Sam's treatment.

"Vi, he was the one who meant me. I'm not the one who forced him. He's gonna take vidio. That's why I was told to stay ahead. Pretty good, I could use a clutch motor."

Via looked at Nada's face deeply. "You don't like Sam anymore, do you, Na?"

"Bahhh. Whahuh? No, not you, Vi. She's Dita's boyfriend. Yes, I will be called the guy's boyfriend snatch," denied Nada turned her face and changed to look at anything around.

As long as it's not on the Via. It would be easy to guess if his best friend knew his face was a little sad considering the fact Sam was indeed Dita's boyfriend.

Lekas Nada invites Via to join the others. Joining the girls. While the boys joined into one table.

They eat with gourmand. Lunch this time was too late.

Not wanting to go home too late, they quickly turned around. Enough motoring all day. Because tomorrow they're going back to school.

Entering magrib time, the group of teenagers stopped to rest. Pamali said the Javanese if the way time magrib. Some of them are really just taking a break. The girls decided to pray first.

Sam was one of the groups who chose to pray. Not just a break at the mosque.

Nada really did not expect it at all. Said he was a thug. Love drinking and drinking. But he prays? No way, he's just looking for face. This is worship, right.

Tone knows it by word of mouth. Moreover, Sam's fame was sanctioned when he was caught upright the drink bia-dab with other children. When the tenth grade is no longer a secret, if Sam is a troublemaker. I love making noise, at school one of them.

On the way home Sam and Nada had talked like a friend. Normal without discussion. However, the action of pinching and patting Sam's back still he radiated when Sam's curse made him upset.

"You were praying, Mom?" ask Nada.

"Yes, why?"

Sam regained consciousness and returned to make a statement. "No, rich man' I pray!"

"The drug is the duty of every Muslim. It's not my right to judge someone's worth and unworthiness for that" Nada said.

"Yes, that's for a wise man. If they were haters it would be different again, Na."

The tone becomes unpleasant. He was afraid of speaking wrongly. He is also not a person who is always on time if praying. Even his five-time obligations are often perverse.

Next, Nada chose silence and enjoyed the night trip.

Either tired or too baper. A resigned tone as Sam pulled his hand to circle around his waist. The tone is just silent, he wants to deny his flowery feelings. However, considering Dita's face and Sam's treatment yesterday made her regain consciousness.

"Thank you, yeah, Mom. Make it today. It's late, you sneak home. Later your parents wait, kasian," said Nada after getting off the bike Sam.

"Ck. There are no bases, anyway," Sam teased.

Then, Sam smiled wryly hearing Nada's words earlier. "Papa and my mother are not home. I live alone, so no one's gonna worry about me."

I'd love for Nada to hear Sam's story more than this. But the presence of the father who cleared his throat when opening the door made a nada urung.

Sam immediately put on a helmet and nodded as Mr. Nada was about to reach the fence. After his father Nada nodded, Sam passed.

"Come, Nduk! It's the night."

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