Step On Me
Cupid Asmara

I waited thirty minutes for Kava. I should have been at home enjoying a cup of chamomile tea, almonds, and Korean drama. But because of the one who does not know myself I still have to wander to and fro in front of the office.

Me: I am a samperin. You where?

Kava Marketing: No need ma'am, thanks for the offer.

I: Want to get her id mocked?

Kava Marketing: Tell me first. Pick up here dong, handsome Kava.

I'm not the one who picked you up, but the angel izroil!

Kava Marketing: My mom was there.

I: A lot of gini. Wait in the back parking lot.

Kava Marketing: If mom is waiting for her in the back parking lot, cancel crap.

Hishh! Sekate-kate is the guy who ngancem.

I'm : Yes, I'm hunted. Hunting rame people.

Kava Marketing: I said slowly but I like the gusra-gusru.

Kava Marketing: No papa deh, I was committed to nyenengin mami gulaku dearest

From my blood getting higher, chat Kava I'm not bales anymore. Patience Kin, patience, to achieve something high is not easy path. Kudu willing to bother and hold hard so that someday I can become a glorious Lady Sandi.

Kava came with his motorbike bututnya when the front door was full of people who want to go back to the office. Automatically, the existence of vehicles whose engine sounds make ear lice on the edges and exhaust aseps that soar out poison the earth is the center of attention. Unaware of herself, Kava stopped in front of me, honking, continuing to climb up the glass of her helmet.

"Mom Okta, come on!"

Shit! All eyes are on me. Kava what the fuck, anyway?"

I cover my face with the bag before I throw it in the bonce. "Udah walk away!"

I don't want any weird rumors in the office tomorrow. Want to put where my face if digosipin same exhaust this resing.

"Dipake used to be his helmet, ma'am. Implicitly, police sir." Still with his song face the man thrust a brown helmet that was always ready in his motorcycle seat. That's a special head safety for me yes, I forbid anyone make so that my hair does not smell.

"Ribet!" Just wanted me to take it, Kava's hands are more palpable. He made that helmet into my head until a click sounded.

"Safety is important, Mom. If it leaks out, it'll be a child." He chuckled while returning to position himself facing the steering wheel of the motor. "It's so cute."

"Where's the beat?" My grunts.

"No beat no sweet, brother."

I can only with a small hiss. Duh, it's really hard to ride this bike. I had to hold his shoulder first to make nangkring. But by the way, his shoulders were stocky as well huh. Is the other news equally strong?

"Dont sit far away that way, ma'am, because so dangerous for you later you will fall flat and fall in deep wounds, later I'm the one who bothers."

Because ogah touched so I pull the tip of his new jacket. Yesterday I bought it online, in exchange for his old jacket that is not good because of both color and shape. I also can not squirm Kava with a worn look innate want me to take care of mulu.

Whahuh? Read it slowly so as not to misunderstand. Yakali I'm willing to be picked up by a jamet incarnation guy. Halu can, idiot don't.

"Awas, I'd like to speed this up, you're a tight-knit handmaiden!" Again the burik look for opportunities. "If you don't date the bike, it won't be until tomorrow,"

"It's a date!" I am calling for patience. Anjlok already my market so many employees who wriggle me piggybacked up rombeng cans, the same Kava again.

"It's not like that, Mom." Kava grabbed my hand and was forced to circle around her waist. "Well, the new gini really. Inget ma'am, safety is important if you don't want to concede."

If my hands weren't locked, I'd have nailed his helmet. "Gassing!" I groaned.

"Well!"

We also drove through the capital's crowded streets, with a motorbike driven by Kava meandering between cars that were stuck in traffic.

"Where are we going, anyway?" my voice was flying in the wind.

"To the guarantee, Mom?"

"What do you say?" I pulled my hand from the Kava handle before I added the gini. "Don't take the muter, it'll rain!"

"Girls never know the fun of going out on a bike while raining, whereas romantic tau, ma'am. The guy's driving his chick to lightning."

"You're not romantic, you're ironic." Bales I ketus.

But Kava is a lackey. Not a ketrigger at all.

"Kava haircut dong." I pulled the end of her hair out of the helmet. I don't like gondrong guys, I said it looks like Caca Handika.

"What is a haircut?"

"Yes let the cake.ehm be neat." I'm fucking around. "Regulations in the company are clear, the hair of male employees must be short and tidy."

"You said handsome is a prestige."

"But, my ex is also my pussy."

"Yes, he's still hanging with his ex mother a little, but ask me."

"Talk about a haircut, so where, anyway?" I turned the eyeball. "

"Mom, I'm asking you to eat dong!" Kava started to act. "If not loved, I resign as cupid romance mother with Mr. Sandi."

I don't know the shame of genderuwo. But, it's okay. Just a plate of food won't make me bankrupt.

"Yes, we stopped by to eat. Whatever where."