Sam
Horrible question

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Sam and Dimas finished sending spare parts to the workshop owned by his colleagues in the Semanggi area.

There was enough demand that he had to send it by car. He is not the one behind the wheel. Because the condition of his hand is still far from the word recovered. So he had to trouble the workshop boy to drive him.

"Often like this, you know, Mas" Dimas chirped with a grim scan of the girls walking on the right or left side of his car.

Sam hung up his phone. He frowned and turned to Dimas who was sitting next to him. "How often does that mean?"

Dimas chuckled while raising his right hand with two fingers. "Pisses. Permission to express an opinion, Boss."

"Try! What do you think you are?"

Dimas chuckles. "Yes .. Look, this. Send goods often. All the way, right."

"Oh," said Sam began to respond. "Not all of you saying you want to wash your eyes!"

"Oh, shame me. Even made clear," Dimas said with a whimper. The young man refocused on the slightly crowded streets until he stalled.

"Wash your eyes, on the streets like this," muttered Sam began to notice the afternoon streets that began to crowded. Time is almost up to Magrib. However, the traffic density is still high.

"Stop where, Dim?"

"Make what, Boss?"

"Bas–bos, bas–bos. Not good at the horror, Dim," protested Sam.

"Lho, the boss. Kaya' is cool it's horrifying."

Sam was just shaking to see the 19-year-old next to him. Deliberately open the glass to whistle when there are female riders who walk on the right side of the car or who overtake it. It's just that he pretended not to care about it.

"Eating at the hik lesehan in Alkid would you, Dim?" tawar Sam's.

"Wahhh, eat, nih. Get the gas in Kidul Square." Dimas clearly sparkled at Sam's offer.

"If you want, yes hunt. Solid hunting, no place."

"Gass–lah, Mas!" Dimas began to take a middle position to quickly sign the right to enter the location of the kidul square in the Ivory area.

...***...

"Dorr!"

"Astag."

The tiptoed tone of his shoulders was patted loudly by Bubelle. Spontaneously he held onto his chest that was pounding like it had almost escaped from its place.

"Bubelle, ish!" The tone frowned while Bubelle was still chuckling holding her stomach.

"Once, ye are daydreaming." Bubelle dragged her chair to sit side by side with Nada. "Dreamy of who hayoooo is" he continued, winking his ignorant eyes.

The tone circulated the eyes to the entire teacher room. Just in case there was another teacher in the room. Luckily it was empty and there was only her and Bubelle left. "Who daydreams, no yes," he seemed relieved by still frowning and then continued on the laptop that was still on.

"Yes, yeah. Who is not daydreaming but bengong doang."

"Not to class, is it?" tanya Nada without seeing Bubelle who was still smiling ignorantly. Deliberately diverting the conversation.

"anytime soon. Uh, what time does the workshop leave tomorrow? Until Solo in the morning, Bun!" Bubelle reminded Nada.

"Oia

, must be morning, yes. If the new gini nyesel yesterday already unplug kosan."

"Lho, it has been facilitated by the hotel to stay!" Bubelle patted Tone's arm.

"Yes, anyway. Only, three days in Solo want to go for a walk that is looking for wind. It's nostalgic, right." Tone switch full on Bubelle while closing leptop. "Saturated dong in the afternoon if you're back in the room."

"What time does the workshop finish on the schedule?" ask Bubelle.

"Emm... reception hour, nih." Nada shows rundown of curriculum strengthening workshop activities located in his HP on Bubelle.

"Most just miss eating in the hik memories near the minimarket," recalls Nada considering the angkringan stall not far from where he used to live.

"Isa. Ikoott pen," Bubble's whine began dramatically.

"Lho, yes, come on!"

"Dodols. The one on the job letter is just you." This time Bubelle was upset by herself because she had not been to her hometown for a long time.

"Yeee, when are we going to Solo. Forgot?."

"Yes different. Yesterday was Sam Doang. You're in a hurry to go home." Bubelle remembered something, "is it better yet? You chatted with Sam a lot, right?"

"Isa. Yeah, it's on its own if you want to know. Don't ask me" protested Nada.

"Kan, right, insensitive. I told you it was over until the house asked cake, its development! It's been a week, you guys should've gone home."

"It's all by itself," muttered Nada while playing a cell phone.

"Buna, huh! No kasian what. After making him menggelasar gegara you lied he wanted to marry ma Atar. That's right, don't start respecting him."

Tone just snorted. Look, even he has no signs at all for chat. Should I, should I go first? Tone checking the chat room with Sam still empty hopping no traces of chat at all. Duhh, fuck me! How to be so nervous.

"Na," call Bubelle because Nada is actually engrossed with her HP.

"Hm,"

"So seriously you don't feel the same way Sam?"

This time Nada turned to Bubelle and was a little surprised as Bubelle was still staring fixedly at her. His mouth was still clenched tightly because he did not understand his feelings 55.

"You get to when, anyway, Na. You want to close your heart to the guy who cut you. The age of 22 is well worth the wedding. Not that you yourself said, living in the village was wrong."

"Marriage certificate bit, said old virgin. Rejecting the proposal of a man, pamali for life in the future. Alone continue, said no practice."

"Pity, I know, Na. Yesterday I saw him carrying your neighbor's son in front of your house. It looks like I want a grandchild."

"Bubelle ih, make it so. Not funny," tepis Nada hurriedly. His heart was already twitching when it offended his mother.

"Not that I refuse a soul mate, no. Yes ... not ready yet. Time doesn't understand."

"Ck. It's hard for my son to say! Anyway, yeah, yeah. The point is, I'm kind of maksa. It is up to you to choose which one. If your heart chooses Atar, give clarity. Don't make her ort Atar misunderstand you."

"The second. If your heart is leaning towards Sam, give him access, make him log-in in your heart. I still remember very well yes. In High School, how did Sam's eyes look at you. Stupor, Na!"

"Different from the way he looks at you," continued Bubelle when she found Nada silent with her own mind. It's been a longing for Bubelle to convince Nada of more than this. But still he paused. It is still clear how the look on Sam's face so earnestly aired the relationship with Atar the night before Sam's accident.

"Okay, we're talking about Sam, anyway, Bubelle. Give me a grid about the workshop later, cake. What cake, bring me the ingredients to learn first. This is not an important topic." Tone deliberately diverts the topic of conversation. His heart riled again when the last meeting yesterday actually hurt Sam by brusquely brushed aside the man's hand.

There was regret that began to creep his mind. Not just today. At present. When Bubelle rebuked him. Even after returning from visiting Sam, his heart was not care because he could not act mature.

Suddenly Yuni came in the doorway. "What's the matter, huh? The power is exciting," Yuni said looking at Nada and Bubelle alternately.

"Key-yet, Bun." Bubelle glanced at Yuni then glanced at Nada who started to misbehave.

Yuni stopped right in front of her stool." Wow, what a great topic, here. Story, dong!" Yuni started to occupy her stool and put on an enthusiastic face.

Ouch. Start at. Tone quickly stood up but Bubelle held her hand.

"Where are you going, Neng geulis?" seductive Bubelle with a prickly smile.

"Iyaloh, I just joined, nih. Where you going?" timpal Yuni looks disappointed.

"You dodged, no, Miss Yun," said Bubelle began pumping.

"No, Miss Yun. I'm gonna go get a cuan, here. Make extra snacks tomorrow," said Nada while stepping out.

Finally the small storm was interrupted when some teachers oll to the teacher's room. Not wanting Bubelle to have more and more troops pushing her to get married, she quickly walked out of the room.

"Fyuuhhh. Selameett meuh," said Nada relieved.