Wedding Blanket Revenge
PDKT

''Bang Putra.'' cried Erna as the familiar car almost drove from the courtyard of the restaurant, fortunately Putra saw Erna from the rearview mirror, otherwise, maybe his voice will just be wasted.

The son retreated back to Erna who was on the side of the road.

''What's up, nebeng?'' tusky.

Erna shook her head, even though she currently does not carry a motorbike, it is not her intention to ride for free.

''No, I just wanted to ask.''

''What?''

Erna bit her lower lip, still a little doubt as to what she was about to launch.

''Can I get in your car for a minute?''

Son nodded.

After Erna sat down beside the Son, the girl looked at the Son's face.

''Bang, Alina has been married for a month, even though I never knew how, I would love to meet her, would you be able to take me there?''

The silent son tapped his finger on the steering wheel.

''How could Er, not not not want, I was forbidden to enter Erick's house, what else are you?''

The son was a little confused by Erna's request.

''Yes, who knows I may, later brother outside, let me alone.'' Pinta again forced Erna, because this time her sense of longing could not be contained and Erna wanted to joke joking joking for a moment.

''Alright, I'll take you.''

''Thank you, bang, ''' so happy, Erna unconsciously hugged the Son.

After a few seconds, Erna pulled on her body and hands, embarrassed as Putra looked at her silently.

''Ma.. sorry, I just reflexes.''

Why should I say reflex, why not just say intentionally.

''No matter what, longer can be.'' God by bragging.

Erna heard the Son's words.

Thirty minutes sitting sweetly in a luxurious car, now Erna's eyes are back in the cool with a sturdy building in front of her, still unable to believe what she saw. ''This is actually Alina's husband's house?'' Ask Erna before she gets off.

''Heeem.... Why?''

''Alina is lucky yes, her husband is rich, definitely wants anything achieved, just ask, different from the past, must find new money can buy what we want.''

Unwholesome remarks arrived at Erna's throw.

''Do you also want to have a rich husband?'' asked the son to lower his voice.

''I don't want grandiose, afraid of not being able to deliver, the important thing is that he loves the same I will definitely all feel beautiful.''

This time the Son felt his heart could not be conditioned, long never close to the woman Erna again opened the door of his heart after Alina married Erick.

''Do you want to have a relationship with me?''

''What relationship, have we not become friends, '' although not as close as Alina, at least Erna has begun to be familiar with the Son.

''A more serious relationship, ''' he continued.

Erna looked at the Son from the side, for she could not see that he had cupped the strong jaw of the Son and faced her.

''You see what?'' Son asked as Erna walked down his face

''People say, those beads keep honesty and lies, seriousness and joking, I'll find out what you're talking about there.''

It turns out he is still very innocent like Alina, funny too.

The son could only chuckle with Erna's manner.

''What do you believe, if I'm really serious and honest?''

I have to answer what, this is too soon for me, and Bang Son of a rich man, what else is his sister is very tired.

''I....'' Erna still hung up her words.

''I love you for a week, think well, I'm serious about you.

Erna could only nod.

''Alright, I'm down.''

''I wait here, greetings to Alina.''

The son could only stare at Erna's back which was now in front of the gate.

Finally I can move on from Alina, hopefully Erna will accept me.

''Sir, I want to meet Alina, '' he said.

''Who are you?'' ask the security guard to investigate, as Erick said, who should not carelessly accept guests.

''I am Erna, her friend Alina.''

The guard was silent as if thinking of something.

The basic rule of the rich, just open the gate using a brain swivel, what else is the money count may use a foot swivel as well.

Exasperated, Erna had to wait in the hot sun, forced to cover her head with her bag.

''I'm sorry Ma'am, we don't accept any guests other than Mr. Erick's family.'' Erna ruffled her waist, but could not say anything because the security guard was just carrying out orders. Finally Erna chose to go rather than idle.

''Why return?'' Ask the boy from the car.

''It is forbidden to enter, he replied.

The son was more confused, and again remembered the words Melani at that time, if only to look after Alina, why Erna his best friend was not allowed to enter.

I have to find out for myself, actually what happened to Alina, I think there is something veiled with Erick's attitude, but what.

Not waiting for more time, Putra returned his car to take Erna home.

Arriving in front of the house, Erna immediately went down, but this time her gaze returned to the back when the Son's car was still there.

He had to approach the Son again.

''Why's the car, Bang, breaking down?'' Asked Erna foolishly.

The car broke down this good time, basic, doesn't he know what I mean.

''No, I'm thirsty, I forgot to bring water.''

O....Erna mangosteen mangosteen understand.

''If so, stop by yuk!" bring

Yes..gitu dong, from earlier why, do not want to recognize the same candidate-in-law.

Just to the page, the Son saw the old woman who took the clothesline.

''Mom, ''' said Erna kissed the back of the woman's hand.

''Home home?'' His question, but his gaze turned to look at the Son who was staring behind Erna.

''Yes, I stopped by a friend's house for a moment.'' Answer again.

''You haven't paid the ojek yet?''

Erna gulped her saliva with difficulty, while Putra shrugged both of her shoulders, both of them looked at each other to hear Mother Haya's words.

''Bu...'' Erna pulled her mother's hand and brought her in, leaving the son who was sculpting beside the clothesline.

''It's not a motorcycle taxi driver, but my friend, his name is bang Putra, he's the son of a rich man, Mom, '' he explained in a whisper, while looking at the Son who was a fan using his hands.

''What, so he's not a kang ojek who's waiting for a wage?''

Erna shook her head, feeling guilty about her mother's disrespectful attitude.

Bu Haya came back to Putra and led him in.

''Oh, why not say that you are Erna's friend, I think the carpenter, '' his cello again, forcing Putra to sit in a seat that is minimally soft.

Let me be a motorcycle taxi driver, the important thing is that the passengers are beautiful and want to be married.

''Son, Ma'am,'' shook hands with Bu Haya.

''Just bang, I'll get some drinking water first.'' Erna left the Son who was talking to Bu Haya in the living room.

''Mom there is just, handsome face, looks like that, time yes in say carpenter, bad right mother, good luck bang Son is good and not angry,'' grouse Erna in the back.

''This man drank it,'' thrusting a glass of iced orange in front of the Son.

''In the first drink, sorry only can say that, '' said Bu Haya, embarrassed meow.

''What's wrong, ma'am, what's important is thirst.''

After looking at the clock in his hand, the Son looked out who arrived just a little cloudy.

''Er, I think it's going to rain, I go home first.''

Erna nodded and escorted Putra forward, whereas Bu Haya could only smile at her own smile.

''I'm sorry I bang, the guy is like that, understand is old.''

''No what, when can I stop by again, right?''

Erna nodded and waved her hand as Putra got into her car.