The Married With Dangerous Boy
6. Look at Camer

Alesha carrying a bunch of fruit in a basket. The girl walked happily. He has not been happy for a long time now. Visiting her second mother. Alesha hopes, hopefully, his presence can make Yuni better.

Alesha smiled all the way. He cleared his throat slowly. Arriving at the door, Alesha fixed her hair. Not to forget he also prepared beautiful roses to beautify his room.

Alesha knocked on the door.

"Come in" said Yuni.

Alesha opened the door. His smile suddenly faded when he saw someone Alesha did not expect. His mood suddenly turned bad. His feelings became unhappy.

"Why at the door, baby? Here come in, do not be ashamed of the prospective husband," kekeh Yuni.

Alesha forced a smile. The girl entered with heavy steps. His breathing was stifled long, "Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam" Yuni replied. Zafran did not care about his presence. He focused on feeding the porridge to Yuni while playing mobile phone until the porridge hit Yuni's cheeks.

Yuni hits Zafran's arm. "Zafran, don't be so nervous about his future wife" he said.

The guy just rolled his eyes lazily. This mother loves to flirt.

"How are you, Mama?" Alesha put the fruits on the nightstand, as well as the roses into the vase.

"Well dong, let alone be visited by the prospective daughter-in-law of Mama, the feeling of Mama so added seneng,"

"Alesha was horrified," he said glancing at Zafran. Alesha is happy because her mother is happy does not mean she is happy with Zafran here.

Given that the guy had dropped the taskbook and not helped her, Alesha was upset.

"Zafran's home, Ma. Let him change Mama's bribe." Zafran handed the porridge to Alesha. The girl accepted it.

Zafran went home but was prevented by Yuni. "Don't go home, accompany Mama here, son."

Yuni's request cannot be denied by Zafran. After all, he loved his mother very much. But Zafran doesn't like Alesha here. Although he accepted this match for the sake of his mother's health, it does not mean that Zafran received his presence in Zafran's life.

"Zafran there's a show," the guy has promised Ferdi and Laka to play basketball.

Yuni pursed her lips. "But Mama misses Zafran,"

"Zafran every day is coming, Ma. Today Mama's with Alesha first, Zafran's gone."

Zafran released Yuni's hand slowly. He looked at Alesha. "Gue tipped Mama undaunted, there's a sudden business."

I don't want Alesha to nod. Then Zafran left. Yuni felt a little disappointed. As quickly as possible Alesha approached Yuni and gave her a hint of calmness.

"Ih Mama, cook because Zafran went Mama so sad. There's Alesha here, we can both confide in each other without Zafran," he murmured as he blinked.

Alesha feeds a spoonful of porridge. Yuni devoured it with a happy smile. "You're Alesha, really," he said.

Alesha painstakingly fed the porridge. It was only this first time that Alesha felt what it was like to take care of a mother. Alesha hopes Yuni gets healthy quickly and they can exchange stories with each other.

"Mom can eat apples, right?" alesha asked carefully. Because usually sick people have many food obstacles.

Yuni nodded. "Can, really."

Alesha. Then give a few pieces of apple on the nightstand.

"Ceritain about your school dong dear, Zafran if told the story is always nolak, even though Mama wants to be horrified grievousness."

Alesha sat down beside Yuni. "Alsha has been there for a month."

"Oh yeah? Very cool, yesterday's feeling just two days,"

Alesha chuckles. "Alesha has a friend named Martha, she is chatty plus her voice is flattering for Alesha's ears to hurt, but she always accompany Alesha likes and sorrows."

The old lady listened carefully. "Say you're in the same class as Zafran, huh?"

Alesha nodded.

"Zafran if in a wayward school?"

"Want a bad story first or a good story?"

"Devil first,"

"Zafran was. His son was recalcitrant," said Alesha cautiously.

The woman laughed. Alesha thought, Yuni would be heartbroken to hear that. Yuni bobbing head. "Zafran, Zafran, from childhood never changed his attitude."

Alesha. "From little Zafran naughty?"

Yuni nodded. "Banget, but he always obeys parents, his naughty is still on the verge of fairness, so Mama is not too najak Zafran, let him mature by himself," said Yuni.

Alesha nodded in understanding. Turns out Zafran was a submissive boy.

"What's the good news?"

"Zafran has always rivaled one and two alike Gavin,"

"Gavin?"

Yuni bobbing head. "From the first time I've always said Gavin, no one else what?"

Alesha frowned. "Well, you know Gavin?"

"Know, Arisan's friend's son Mama. Every time the two of them fought. Never got along. Like heaven and earth cannot unite."

"Guarantee at school, they're always looking for trouble."

Yuni chuckles. Instead of being saddened to hear such news, the middle-aged woman laughed out loud.

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"Guzzo,"

Zafran rubbed his itchy nose.

"Lo's pill?"

Zafran. "Who's my gosipin?"

Laka shrugged her shoulders.

Zafran threw the ball into the basket, and entered. While Ferdi is still constantly evaporating wide. How not? Zafran suddenly entered his room and pulled him to his feet and forced him out.

His head was dizzy seven circumference. Dreaming in broad daylight, but Zafran easily ruined his dream.

Different from Laka. The guy was listening to music with his earphones in front of the porch of the house while painting. When Zafran's car arrived in front of his simple house, Laka immediately stored his painting tools that happened to have been completed into a special room.

And here they are. At their basketball training ground away from the city. More precisely in the middle of the forest. There is also a tree house there. The three of them have been building this place since Junior High.

Near a beautiful lake. Sometimes when they are stressed, they come here to refresh the mind. All three men have their own habits.

If there is a problem. Zafran would play basketball and throw the ball into the ring alone violently. Ferdi climbed up a tree house and fell asleep there. While Laka, painting a natural landscape, or even painting anything he wants.

As a painter, Laka always painted what was recorded in his heart while listening to music. If it's a mess, the guy will paint abstracts, and only the painter knows what the painting means.

Zafran bounces the ball hard. Breathing gasps. His chest rose and fell erratically. The guy's lying on the floor. Eyes closed. Zafran was tired.

The ball flew upwards until it landed in Ferdi's stomach. The guy wakes up. "Atata!!" Ferdi hit the air as if an enemy was stepping on his stomach.

Once again, Ferdi woke up with his eyes round. His head was straight. Many black shadows surrounded his head.

"Zafran, shucks lo!" objurgation.

Zafran chuckled at the swearing of Ferdi. He still faithfully closed his eyes with his arms. The afternoon atmosphere is very calming.

Zafran. He walked over to Laka. Sometimes, Laka's painting is able to make Zafran's heart calm. He sat down next to Laka.

"What's the problem?"

Zafran shrugged his shoulders. He opened a can with a 0 percent star picture. Then the guy drank it.

Laka glanced at him. "Gavin?" guess it.

Zafran. "Nothing, I just thought of my Mama."

I stopped painting. He looked at Zafran. "Why Mama Lo?"

That guy drew his smile. "Lately Mama seems happier than ever before,"

"You should have your mama's mouth through her slump."

"Gue was whiny, but there was one thing that made my mind go mad,"

"About?"

"Gue can't tell you now,"

Laka nodded in understanding. Zafran is not an easy person to share stories about his life. But, when Zafran has a problem, he will definitely meet and tell all his problems to his best friend. And vice versa.

Laka is back to painting. While Ferdi went back to sleep because his head was very dizzy.

"Son?"

"Hm?"

"If you're suddenly asked to marry me, how about it?"

"Gue asked me why I should marry young? If the reason is logical, I can take it."

"If the reason is matchmaking?"

"No problem, the important thing is that I get married not because of impregnating people's children" Laka replied casually.

Zafran pinned Laka's head. The guy laughed at Laka's excuses. What is easy for Laka is not necessarily easy for Zafran. Maybe Laka can say that because he's not in Zafran's position.

"When what?" ask Laka back.

Zafran developed his smile. "Gue won't, unless Mama asks."

Laka patted Zafran's shoulder. "Good boy,"

Zafran hit his arm. Then the two laughed at each other unleashing their own mess.

"But you're not really being fooled, are you, Zaf?"

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