The Story Behind the Curtain
The Delayed One
Erli's taxi has moved away from the school district— where Rafan teaches. Galang frowned as he looked at Rafan who was sighing in long heat.
"Lo why, Fan?" Staring with narrowed eyes.
"Somewhat-why," he said while patting Galang's shoulder.
"By the way, where'd you get this kind of money?" asked Rafan while stroking the rearview of his new car.
"Do you want an honest answer or a lie?" Instantly Galang glanced sharply at the younger brother.
"What?" rfor Rafan's.
"What the hell." She has her hair a little messy.
"Lo wait for me here, don't go anywhere! ten minutes of class is over." Rafan walked backwards while pointing his index finger towards Galang.
"What the hell are you doing, lo? I have a promise with Vania ...," Galang choked trying to stop Rafan's move.
"Basic kampret is a child!" hiss Galang, "it's tired of me being a bolang," he lamented while staring at the middle spy.
Two minutes ....
Five minutes ....
Ten minutes have passed. However, Rafan has not been seen the trunk of his nose and that makes Zulaika's eldest son emotional.
"Campret ... kampret .. where are you? I'm so tired of waiting here," grumbled Galang grumbling.
Galang's earlobes heard the sound of the school bell ringing very shrill.
"Nah ... finally the kampret klar also ngajar the ABG centil." The thin-floated man got up from his seat.
Soon he came out and sat on the front hood, with the Jamet-style spirit of Galang and occasionally glanced at the school grounds.
"Eh, there has come aja ABG bohai," said Galang lirih.
Seen three popular schoolgirls at this school, Galang smiled satisfied to see the appearance of a cute girl Nn cute. Rania's oldest sister is preparing to launch a deadly seduction of Jakarta captive crocodiles.
"Hi, you're a pretty sweet girl like a celestial angel." Galang raised both his eyebrows seducing the girls.
The three beautiful schoolgirls stopped and looked seriously at the face of big brother Rafan.
"What's the matter Om?" Sontak Galang glared to find the Junior High girl calling him om.
"Om .. I'm still young!" exclaimed Galang with a flirtatious smile that adorned his lips.
"If compared to me .. obviously my young is the same Om," said the other girl as she ruffled her waist.
Galang shook his left hand and threw away his face.
"Anjrit, when did I become Om?" he murmured softly, "fucking, basic ABG labile." To brush off his pride.
"It's not yet, it's called Om. When did I marry their aunt? Huh ... basic ABG shucks!" Galang got a call om.
When Galang was still grumbling in his annoyance suddenly another student approached him.
"I think ... Brother is very young and still fits in uniform like us." Carla snatched Galang's words.
"At last there are also those who realize this good looks," said Galang prides himself while tidying his clothes.
"You're a sweet girl, I'm still young. Mana handsome really," he said without hesitation.
"Why Bang?" carla asked smiling.
Galang shook his head slowly and he started to open his mouth to speak.
Instead of answering Galang instead asked, "How long have you been a ninth-grade resident?"
"About three years, Bang. Indeed why?" carla sahut with her eyebrows linked.
"It's appropriate that your body is as rich as library cabinets," he said.
Not hearing Galang's words, Carla leaned over and asked again.
"So, what did you say?"
"Some, that's you called the principal!" said Galang while pointing his finger.
"Is he?" Carla looked at me for a moment. "No shit, Bang? Brother Salah—" Carla's speech stopped when she saw Galang had disappeared from before her.
The bongsor-bodied girl stomped her feet repeatedly while grumbling indistinctly. Yes, every time he met Galang, this incident was always repeated, he was always deceived Galang. However, he still craved for the elder brother of his homeroom class.
After a few moments Rafan out of the office immediately walked quickly to the gate, his heart was very happy this afternoon. Who is not happy to get the item that is very coveted and again the item is obtained from people we love.
"Well that guy, woo it in there?" rafan said astonished to see the brother.
Rushing Rafan approached Galang who was still curled under the fan Fir tree, Rafan patted Galang on the shoulder.
"Death to me here" grumbled Galang with his eyes closed, "sorry Car, don't bother me!" Galang clenched both his hands.
Rafan laughed out loud at the look on the silly face of big brother. Slowly Galang raised his head and when he saw the face of his younger brother, Galang pushed Rafan down.
"Don't sulk! Doubtful maco men lash out," concluded Rafan interrupted his laughter.
"Lo wants to go home or stay here." Galang asked without stopping his footsteps.
When he got in front of the car, Galang threw the car keys in front of his younger brother.
"Well, why did I bring it?" Staring full of curiosity.
"It's your car, Fan. So, ko's driving this car!" yell out without further ado.
Actually Rafan did not like the words of his brother, but he tried to understand Galang's intentions.
"So you haven't answered my question, Mas!" glancing at Galang at a glance.
"Which question?" Galang's forehead shriveled as he confirmed his words.
"Lu's really senile or what?" Rafan spread his net looking around the road he was passing.
Galang shrugged his shoulders, "Some, I'm just confused" said Galang as he picked up a pastry located in the back seat.
"It's been quite a pretence! Say it!" press Rafan with a serious face.
"Promise, answer my question honestly!" pinta Galang with soft eyes.
"Hm ...." Rafan just said that sentence.
"Actually this car—" Greeting Galang stopped when Rafan's phone rang.