Try my Love
Chapter 23

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Fiki helped Laras walk towards a house that was identical to the wooden walls, layered in the dominant dark brown color in each corner.

"Si Eneng kunaon tea?" ask the middle-aged woman who came out of the house.

"My feet to Nek's kilir," Laras replied with a ringing.

"Oh Allah" said the grandmother. "Sok or kasep, bring it in!"' said the grandmother while pulling slowly on Fiki's shoulder.

"I-iya Nek," Fiki and Laras stumbled toward the grandmother's treatment room.

Yep, now they have arrived at the house of a masseuse named Mak Tonah. Maybe today is Fiki and Laras' lucky day, because no patients came. So, they don't have to wait long.

Whereas usually the patient queue can be as long as the train car and wait for hours. Not lebay or anything like that, but because of this Mak Tonah sequence is already famous for its efficacy.

The barrel laid his body on a bed that had been provided. Mak Tonah picked up a few bottles of oil on the table on the other side of the Baras bed. Looks like to massage the legs of Laras.

Fiki who was about to go out for a while to check his cellphone which had been shaking suddenly stopped his steps when his hand was blocked by someone.

"Fik, I'm afraid," whined Laras who was now in cold sweat. Sweat ran down his forehead.

Fiki smiled a little. "Udah calm down. No pain," said Fiki lowered Laras' hand holding his hand.

'Not sick, but very sick, ' Fiki's mind ached.

"T-but it must have hurt," Laras groaned with watery eyes.

"Udah relax. At most the pain is only a little over it must be healed immediately. Okay!" Fiki patted the shoulder slowly Laras.

Baras inhaled a deep breath, gathering courage to face all the pain he might receive when he was sorted.

While waiting for Mak Tonah who was still preparing her sorting equipment, Fiki intended to come out for a while.

"Ras, I'm out right away," said Fiki who immediately turned his body.

"Where? Don't dawdle!" laras whinek.

Fiki returns to face Laras. "Smitch hp bentar. Udah ah don't be like a child," Fiki chuckled and immediately continued his steps. The barrel that got such a response from Fiki was singing his lips.

Fiki leaned against one of the support poles on the terrace of Mak Tonah's house and reached into his pants pocket. Pressing the power button on his phone and immediately visible notification message and some missed calls there.

Sure enough, the message was sent by Fajri. Likewise miss call as many as 10 times which is also from Fajri.

Seeing that, Fiki scratched her hair and grimaced. How could he forget his friend. For sure now Fajri is confused looking for him there.

Finally, Fiki decided to call back Fajri. However, Fiki has not had time to deal with Fajri's contact, Fajri has already called him first.

Drtts.. Drtts..

Without a second thought, Fiki immediately raised the call.

"FIK! WHERE THE HELL IS THAT?! I CALLED YOU TOO!" the sound made Fiki instantly keep the phone away from his ears.

"Waallaikumussalam," replied Fiki accordingly.

There was a snort across there, "Assalamualaikum!"

"Waallaikumussalam," Fiki replied chuckling.

"Woy where's Lo Fik?! I'm muter nyariin you can't find me!" fajri said frustrated.

"Yes sorry Jri. I'm back first, you go back there," lightly Fiki.

"Wooo basic temen no morals Lo!" fajri Umpat.

"I keep coming home with camel!" keep Fajri.

"Where do I know my name" replied Fiki.

"But!" aveng Fajri rolled his eyeballs. "Emang Lo why didn't you wait for me first?!" fajri protest.

"So that was..."

"YYYY!!!!" the scream of pain from inside the house of Mak Tonah shocked Fiki. Even Fajri who was in the other hemisphere heard that voice.

"What's Fik?" ask Fajri.

"Udah was Jri. I'm closing."

Tut

Fiki closed the call unilaterally and immediately ran into Mak Tonah's house.

"Why Race?" ask Fiki to panic.

Mak Tonah and Laras who heard Fiki's voice turned to Fiki.

"This is the Eneng, not yet in what has been screaming," mak Tonah chuckled.

Fiki who heard the saying smiled stoically and looked at Laras. "Sick," said Laras.

"Lo calm down, I'm here. No need to see his Mak Tonah," said Fiki who sat himself beside Laras.

Laras nodded. "Bismillah yes neng," Mak Tonah began to apply massage oil on the legs Laras.

"Slows of Nek," Pinta Laras with his eyes closed and grasped the hand of Fiki who was next to him.

Actually Fiki wanted to take off that hand. But, seeing the frightened Laras he finally let her.

Crack

Mak Tonah twisting the sprained leg of Laras made the owner scream very loudly.

"YESY!!!"

Along with that voice, Laras tightened his grip on Fiki's hand, which made the owner grimace in pain, "Shhh.."

Laras's breath hunts, sweat pouring down his temple.

"Udah done. Sook try to move slowly," said Mak Tonah.

Barrel opened his eyelids that had been closed earlier. Looking at the pus of his feet which is now in the lap of Mak Tonah. Slowly the barrel moves it right and left. Miraculously, there was no more pain he felt. His feet are back to how they were. Mak Tonah as angel.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Grandma!" heboh Laras who now straightened his back.

"Alhamdulillah then mah," said Mak Tonah who went out of bed to tidy up his medicines.

"Yes Alhamdulillah" said Laras.

"Fic. My leg is healed!" the cheer of Laras who turned to Fiki with a face of sumringah. However, when he saw Fiki's strange facial expression, Laras became confused.

"Lo why? Don't you want my feet healed?" ask Laras.

"How come," Fiki nodded slowly. "But my hand..," Fiki looked down. Where the hand of Laras still faithfully gripped his hand.

Laras who also followed the direction of Fiki's view was surprised and immediately released his grip. Leave the red stamp there.

"Okay, sorry-sorry. Sick huh?" laras iba. Fiki just shook her head. The real pain is definitely.

After finishing with the drama kang massage. Fiki and Laras intend to go home. Mak Tonah drove the two of them forward.

"Thank you Nek has made my legs heal," sincerely Laras.

'Boyfriend?,' Laras put on a smile.

Fiki waved her hand. "Not my girlfriend, Grandma. We're just gonna hit it."

"Not be ashamed. Grandma was once young, too" muck Mak Tonah.

"In fact, Nek we are just ordinary friends" refuted Fiki who made the smile Laras who had risen to be lost.

"Oh gituuu," Mak Tonah. "When your mah tea matches the pisan," kekeh Mak Tonah.

Hearing that made Laras blush. However, others with Fiki are just wasting tired breaths. He reached into his pants pocket and picked up some money. "How much is Grandma?" tanyakanya.

"What?" cengo Mak Tonah's.

"The cure."

"Oah. I don't have to be A'" Mak Tonah shook her hand.

"Lho is that? Can grandma open massage services, yes we have to pay," explained Fiki.

"Yes if the massage service is open. It's Sunday, closed."

Fiki and Laras cengo. They stared at each other, rounding their eyes with their mouths slightly open.

"If it closes why would grandma serve me?" confused Barrel.

"It just so happened that grandma was going to the stall. Uh, something came asking to be sorted. Masa'm not helping grandma," explained Mak Tonah.

"Lonely patting ya grunts," Fiki grimaced while scratching her non-itchy hair.

Mak Tonah just smiled. "Excuse me very much, Grandma, so disrupt the holiday time grandmother," said Laras.

"No pa-pa or Neng. Grandma even grins if she can help others." The barrel laughed.

"But not pa-pa Nek. This is for grandma," Fiki offered some rupiah.

"Not to make a case. Take it, save it'," refused Mak Tonah. "Grandmother's sincere tea," he said.

"Really Grandma?" ask Fiki.

"Yes. You're so smart to go home, get some rest. Grandma wants to go to the stall first," said Mak Tonah.

"Once again thank you very much Nek," said Laras. "Thank you, Grandma" continued Fiki.

"Yes." Yeah."

"If so, we say yes, Grandma. Assalamualaikum," Fiki crucifies Mak Tonah followed by Laras.

"Waallaikumussalam."

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School is running as usual. It's a break and in about 15 minutes the bell will ring. But, Fiki, Fajri, and Gilang were still sitting casually on the classroom terrace. Talking while looking at the students who passed by.

Do not forget to be accompanied by some snacks that Gilang bought a while ago.

"Lo yesterday where was Fik?" ask Fajri who is opening a packet of potato snacks.

"When?" polo Fiki.

"When the phone calls were the same I kept screaming people's voices."

"Is that. I'm at the masseuse's house again" replied Fiki.

"Lo ketchup?" ngawur Gilang who got the eagle's gaze from Fiki.

"About!" Fiki nudged Gilang's arm. "Gue is nganterin Laras. He has a leg that's twisted."

"Can't you?" ask Fajri with a mouth full of food.

"So yesterday when you bought a drink. I accidentally met Laras who again dislocated his leg," Fiki told of the incident yesterday.

"Oh so that's why you left me?!" cynical Fajri.

"Rich gelay," tickled Gilang.

"Alone?" ask Gilang.

"No really. She's Sama Tika," Fiki stuffed a piece of coconut biscuit into her mouth.

"Oh," actually. "O yeah how's Lo's relationship with Tika?" Serious fashion on.

Getting such a question, Fiki did not immediately answer. He just fell silent. His two best friends are confused.

"That's forgetting!" dumel someone behind them.

Fiki, Fajri, and Gilang compact looked back to find out who the owner of the voice was. It turned out to be Mr. Anam. The geography teacher who happens to be the next maple in their class.

"Acse. Please get your class exam answer sheet on my desk yes!" Anam looked at the three of them.

The three who did not feel they had that name, looked at each other and raised their shoulders.

"Ehhh, look at the gaze! Go get!" said Mr. Anam.

"Who's cousin, sir? There is no such thing as Asep here" asked Fiki.

"Ck. Yes you are, Asep!" point Mr. Anam at Fiki.

"Pfftt," Fajri and Gilang held back a laugh.

"I'm Fiki sir. Not Asep," flat Fiki.

"Ah is the same. Please bring yes. I'm waiting in class!" said Mr. Anam sekennya and immediately leave the place.

'Same from where?! Far time!' furious Fiki. Because they do not want to be students. With the ogah-ogahan Fiki finally moved from his seat.

"Acsep's Spoon!" ledek Gilang who made Fajri ngakak.

Fiki looked lazily at the two friends. While raising a long-distance fist. Then Fiki walked towards the teacher's room. Just three steps Fiki walked. Suddenly a slopping sound intercepted him.

"Molly!" call someone who blocks Fiki's hand.

Fiki turned her body. "What's wrong?" tacitly.

"Gue wanted to talk to Lo for a moment" said the person who turned out to be Cantika.

"Sorrys. I have to take the geography exam answer sheet on Mr. Anam's desk. I was waiting for the same person," said Fiki release hand checks Cantika slowly and immediately waltzed away.

Cantika just fell silent on the spot. Staring at the nanar Fiki's back that is getting lost inedible classroom walls.

Gilang and Fajri who were still sitting there and watching that, just glanced at each other and spread their shoulders.

Although not seeing Fajri and Gilang directly. But Cantika could sense, that the two people behind her were observing her. Rather than getting awkward, Cantika chose to go back into the classroom.

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