Selfish
Selfish: 26

Bastian glances from the corner of his eye how the romantic-ass-talking Zian tucked Arin's haircut behind his ear. Dih, anyink no benefit he ngelakuin cake thing that, instead of romantic I even disgusted to see it.

"Lo want some ice cream?" bargain Zian because Arin's view focused on a traveling ice cream seller on the beach. Arin nodded enthusiastically, Zian immediately ran after the mas-mas seller for Arin what the hell is not, right?

"Bang, want ice cream too dong," Dion wrestled spoiled in Bastian's arm while displaying his flagship puppy eyes.

"Ihhh amused son of a bitch, get out of my sight!" Bastian pushed Dion's body so hard that he almost fell backwards, fortunately his head did not go under the chair, he could still hold himself by holding on to the table. Arin screams out of fear of his crush being injured because of Bastian.

"It's terrible, I swear you married my grandmother, it's impossible," Dion confirmed his sitting position that now moved in the chair that Zian had originally occupied, but the boy was no longer here, good enough to avoid Bastian the hand of stone.

"Good, stay away. If you need to sit on the bottom of the sea so I don't throw up at your face," Bastian looked upset, Arin understood that, he blamed Dion for making the man angry.

"Gue's joking, Rin, I swear. You know I always act like that if I want to be familiar with strangers," as if understanding Arin's gaze, Dion explained the reason.

"Yes but don't go that way too, you've made him disgusted you know? If you women maybe Bastian's sister can understand, it's equally trunked what not amused him," Arin nudged Dion's shoulder.

"Yes sorry, I'm khilaf. Abis, Bastian's handsome, look at his skin is also bright."

Arin rubbed his face rough, rather other indeed this one, Arin swore nyesel once liked the same type of Homo Sapiens ancient humans like Dion.

"Heh goat fleas, Get out of your way! That's my chair!" Zian immediately pulled the tip of Dion's shirt to move.

"No, sit on the floor! Just so bad, this is a chair made by your mother?"

"That's my seat ******."

"This chair has woy's mbak, even ngaku-ngaku."

"Where are you finding this monkey?"

"Didn't say I'm a monkey" Dion was about to punch Zian in the face.

"Keep it's not a monkey, what dong? A bear?" Zian laughed off.

"Okay fine, I'm a monkey. But you're a pig."

"Damn it, move away!!" Zian pulled the chair legs so that Dion could smell and finally successfully kiss the floor perfectly.

Arin did not care, he chose to focus on eating his ice cream casually, while the three men lack of work were even fighting jotos in front of him. Arin flicked his shoulders, it was up to them.

.

.

At school, Rini was more astonished at the behavior of her cousin's increasingly tacky on Arin, all that was also not separated from the attention of others especially Nayla, the problem of handsome people he advanced the front, the most, no Zian no Bastia he put in lisy man puja according to his version even though one of them no one likes him, sometimes we also can not expect too much in humans.

Wherever Arin goes, Bastian must come along, Zian who realizes it can only go from afar because he is not as free as Bastian, who is, there are still many meetings that he must take care of especially the two-day event at this school, making him have to overtime to join the meeting with the teacher as well.

"You want to sit in the chain anyway okay," replied Bastian casually.

"Sir, I'm serious. You know for yourself right Mama and Papa again out of town, you could see I went home alone?" Rini pursed her lips in annoyance.

"Gue has a promise with Arin, so for today you go home first," Bastian began his powerful motorbike. Okay, if it's about Arin, Rini's no problem.

Arin has stayed waiting outside the gate, actually he has rejected many times the good offer Bastian just maksa people really, do not want to stop talking before Arin said "yes". Finally, Arin was forced to tell the Papa who was ready to pick him up to continue his work, because Arin was home.

Zian suddenly approached Arin at the side of the gate, the man looked as if he had been chased by a t-rex.

"Why?" arin asked, Zian still scooped up as much oxygen as he could.

"Lo's coming home now?"

"Somewhat, next year maybe."

"Lo's kidding?"

"Yes, I'm kidding. The question is, there's nothing more aesthetic, if you see me here, I want to go home, mending I'm still in the new class you ask me," Arin habit if Zian likes sewot, even though his son is fine even in kerasin haeduhh, here Zian same author only.

"Gue's just apologizing for not being able to drive you home."

"Of course, usually you never get my anther. The feeling every day I picked up Papa deh."

The sound of the motorbike engine that Zian was so familiar with made him look back. Bastian with his conch face stopped right in front of them. Good chance to make Zian urinate.

"Rin, let's go up!" Bastian hands Doraemon's helmet over to Arin.

"There's no other helmet motive, is there?"

"Lo doesn't like Doraemon? Wahh severe, you can be attacked by heavy fans tuh cartoon."

"Don't like it, but it's like an anjir boy."

"Yes, I've been wearing it, it's also a helmet I stole in the parking lot, I don't know who has it," the tone was very relaxed.

"No, I don't want to wear stolen goods" Arin handed over the helmet.

"Handering, njing. Helm's got my temen, here I'm using." Zian glares back when Bastian wears Arin's helmet. Baatian Manik looked at Zian as if saying Jealousy, haha.

"Gue first," Arin said to Zian who was still staring at Bastian cynically.

"Bye, loser," cried Bastian to make Zian's ears hot, almost his expensive shoes floated into Bastian's face.