Step On Me
Morning Episode

When I opened my eyes, I found Kava struggling on the alphabet. It seems like praying again after prayer. I'm lyric clock on the screen hape, crazy is still three in the morning.

Kava was diligent worship, every time the denger Adzan directly glided to the mosque. Want to sing whatever his job at that time must have been left behind. He said that if the hereafter was numbered, the world would follow behind him.

"Away awake?" Kava ngeliatin I who sleep as a sleepman rubbed his mattress. He himself did not go anywhere, yes the host should be so I am a guest here.

Because I was still sleepy I did not nanggepin Kava, and a little later my eyes also brushed again.

"Down his taste, O Allah, bismillah mate." Kava tau-tau niup.

I was so shocked again, where his face was right above me. "You're all right, anyway?"

"Why not mom? Waking up to sleep next to him is something like me?" Kava looked at me with a deep look.

I nodded before trying to keep his face away. "So far away."

"Don't have a crush on Sandi, just mending me, single, cool, handsome. Although sometimes sedeng but ngangenin."

"Where to go, I want to go to bed!" I kicked him out even though this was his room.

 Kava just smiled before reaching for his mini Quran and started reading it next to me very eloquently. His voice was really good to hear, especially the look on his face when he was searching the scriptures looked so cool and soothing.

Damagenya. How can I sleep again if this is the way?

I really can't close my eyes again as long as Kava chants the holy verses. Until then the sound of dawn from a distance, Kava just ended it.

"Your voice is good, perfect for the soundtrack tofu round." I mean praise, but plus insults.

"I guess the funny jokes uh turns out to be you." Kava instantly got a rolling tampolan from me.

"You want to go to the mosque?" The cave asked when Kava was about to move from the side of the bed he had been sitting on.

"Come?"

"Don't bring me the face." My bae reason.

Kava smiled understandingly, and before leaving, he sepetin rubbed my head. "Izin shalawatin you well, sorry if I was presumptuous."

***

Kitchen rented Kava again riot, of course because I caused it. Although messy it is, but I am quite cool because my cooking finally so, tadah!

"Later, hehe's still full." I immediately refused my fried rice.

Change me to look at Mizan who can already guess his reaction. With a snide he said. "If we want to die immediately buyin potas aja, do not torture people with food is not clear gini?"

"I want to buy pecel in Tasya. Nitip right?" Nawarin without burden.

Mizan and Lantang if you participate in a race like demons, must be the demon champion three.

I want to anger the original, tired I masakin breakfast for them but even underestimated. I haven't had time to open my mouth, Kava has been the first jewerin ears of his sisters and told them to eat without much protest.

"Exhaust, if you don't finish pushing up 100 times!" Herannya Mizan and Lantang nurut-nurut aja Kava orders, yes even with face kelas, anyway.

"Ambilin krupuk dong, ma'am." I'm loud to mess with me.

"Ba Ma'am, Ba Bu. Is that your babu?" I'm fierce. They are eating in the front room which doubles the living room and tv, because the house is narrow so there is no dining table.

"Bak, krupuk! If you take me to eat, don't be nervous. The crackers bring you here." Baby children who like to play kite is actually asking for dipites.

"Where's the cracker?" Even though I ngomel just take it. I'm telling you, my energy boss girl really doesn't make it in this place.

"On the orphan's tin." Point Kava with his chin.

"Toples were orphaned because they had no father." Kava nuding canned khong guan which contains frequent ngeprank.

I put my eyes to the horror of Kava's crisp humor, after putting a can of krupuk in front of Lantang I continued with a threatening tone. "Where's my cooking? Say not good?"

"Enak to make meninggoy. Where's my chocolate milk, my mom?" Just got the krupuknya, Lantang asked to be taken in another. This child every day should be complete 4 healthy five perfect, if not all day can be messy.

"Where was that?" My kava nanya.

"You're the one who put me down, how am I?" I was busy cooking, while Kava was making drinks for his sisters.

"The time to buy milk for Lantang, a week already abis even though in the packaging there is writing for 2 years." Kava confided in an almost empty cardboard bebelac.

Unlike Lantang who still asked to be treated like a boy, Mizan went alone to the refrigerator to get cold water.

"Where are you going today, Zan?" Kava himself has not touched his food.

"Japanese Course, Mas." Mizan's ambition if not received by the army, he wants to migrate to the land of Sakura and become a TKI there.

"Later in the afternoon can anterin Lantang tutoring to his teacher, no?"

"I don't want to go to the tutoring!" Loudly sulking. This kid looks bongsor wearing his High School shirt. His height has defeated his two brothers.

"Why not?" Kava ruffled waist .

"Males, ah."

"Stay with ogah-ogahan. Do you want to be that lazy?" Kava is not to be denied.

"My grades are great. What are tutoring for again? Wasting money." When he successfully denied his brother, Lantang seemed to win the presidential election debate

"Highly arrogant. The birth of his own cesarean." Kava. "So, go anyway!"

"Kav, go! It's 7 o'clock, it's." I tugged at his arm. I myself am ready to grab a bag and bring it with lunch.

Kava immediately reached into his pants pocket and gave 2 fifty thousand pieces to Mizan.

"Mas tuker motor, huh?" Mizan asked while pocketing the money given by Kava.

"Why your motorcycle?" Mizan usually uses a mega pro motorbike, the rim is very high I will be difficult to ride.

"So Kak Tasya whassap said he wanted to pinjem motor to nganter his brother to the puskesmas. Motor him again in the workshop." Mizan. "She said Mas, but not Mas bales."

"I'm going to take a beat!" I interrupted. Ready to debate with Mizan if his son does not accept.

Where do I want to give,

Males actually I screwed the deafening Kava butututnya motor. Plus the asepnya loh, make shortness of breath. I made a new bike for Kava. Buar Jakarta is not more toxic diasepin mulu same rombeng can.

But right keep, I ogah ngah same Tasya mode doang it ondel-ondel placement.

"Belom know it feels like naek mega pro, slippery seat beuuhh srepet srepet jedot2an helmet." Kava up and down eyebrows.

"Anyways, we're wearing a beat!" I insist.

Mizan sighed and raised both hands. "Angel wes angel."

***

Ciamik no? I'm getting some rough doang doodles, finished it's polished the same brother @meccaila so ciamik gini. Huhuhu. Mon maap yes long... 

Yong who has not been to the field meccaa hunted to sono. More stories of ciamiknya. Especially in the orange application. Yes, there are a lot of ebooks on the Google Playbook. The story is sedeeeep mak nyus.