The last moment with her

Back to the main problem. The next day, Ujang wrote a pornographic letter, Ujang returned to visit Eneng's house. Immediately greeted by the sad face of the Mamah. What is wrong?

Mamah immediately attacked. "Quick Ujang Read!" Throwing a piece of paper that had been crumpled, I opened it slowly with a pounding heart. The author reads turned out to be pornographic poetry.

"This is what I wrote!" Ujang said with a pounding heart. Bad premonitions came as if coming in ambush.

"Just think of me as a child who says the word dog that doesn't know the meaning," said Ujang defending himself

"Cep Ujang is not a small child, cep Ujang is a student," said Mamah, denying my reasoning.

"Mummy hurts!" He said while shedding tears.

Seeing the mother I respect, I regret. That feeling of regret also manifested in the form of tears. We were in a duet, weeping silently. Only tears fell. Suddenly, Mamah said, "I'm already crying, if it's just a girl. You have to cry everything!"

Saying like a girl I stopped and the tears stopped. One episode ends.

Next episode

The next day at the same time I visited Si Eneng's house, I went straight to Cecep's room, he wasn't around normally. I sat on the fast bed. Before long, the neighbors' whispers were heard, getting clearer and clearer.

"Ku Ani, oh An!" it's the funny voice cool.

"Ku Poppy we directly" said Ani.

I think, the funniest one needs a motorbike to go to school. The writer reached into his trouser pocket, took out his motorbike key, and placed it on the table. Wait have wait, nothing shows up. Finally I managed to open the door, for a moment I was glued to the figure of a petite body in a school uniform standing on a Honda duck, not bad, not good.

Eneng, eneng who is funny and fun to be with you. At that time, the writer felt that both of the writer's eyes, which were squinted, were being poked by two fingers with all their might. That's a parable. In fact, the heart feels shriveled, then squeezed. Pain is not playing. Meanwhile, the chest feels constricted in the lungs, the writer is short of breath, feels tight in the chest. That's not enough, the whole body loses bones.

As the author's motor collapsed powerlessly. The heart filled with pain, felt like it was being pinched by a giant hand. The pain is not playing because the pain, the author hopes to fall unconscious. But the writer didn't faint.

I was floundering like a fish out of oxygen. The incident lasted for almost half an hour. Half an hour later the writer felt the energy coming back. Finally I got up to standardize the motor, barely lifted. I reversed the position of the motor to have it, went straight to the house.

For a moment the motor wriggled uncontrollably. On Malabar Street, motorbike

I was floundering like a fish out of oxygen. The incident lasted for almost half an hour. Half an hour later the writer felt the energy coming back. Finally I got up to standardize the motor, barely lifted. I reversed the position of the motor to have it, immediately went to the house.

For a moment the motor wriggled uncontrollably. On the Malabar road, my motorbike almost collided with a motorbike from the front.

The next day I went back to Eneng's house, with a heart full of questions, will the relationship continue?

When I got there, I went straight to the living room, and sat there. Soon a horn sounded, it turned out to be the same person and the same motorcycle.

Si Eneng came out without looking back like usual. This time, it was the same man, but now his motorbike was a dirt bike, which at that time was being buzzed among young people.

I feel like I'm in a heavyweight arena. Gasping, bleeding until it hurts to the bone marrow.

The next day, the writer returned in the afternoon, with the same hope. It was heard again, this time the Honda Accord Mark II that the author was currently feeling was hit hard and hard at Ujang. Ujang felt knocked out and could no longer continue the match. This time even the author did not leave in a hurry. The author wants to see the view of his face after the two of them are in the car.

It was quite late, the car pulled up in the yard. Eneng came out. Not long after, the man followed. Unwanted meeting, impossible to avoid.

It turns out that her face is pretty like the singer Shela on Seven. What an ideal partner for Eneng, for age and appearance.

The man also greeted and greeted the author.

"Kang Ujang looks like Kang Ujang is serious about Poppy." He started the conversation...

"Of course. I'm an adult, Poppy is not only considered a girlfriend but can be said as a potential wife." My answer is long.

"Actually, Ute already has a girlfriend." Well here it is. Suddenly the victory bell for Ujang chimed in his heart. This is the end, the writer's patience has a sweet fruit, it's delicious.

"Why is Ute bothering Kang Ujang's girlfriend"

"Actually Ute didn't mean to disturb. Ute was only asked for help. Poppy is Dedi's friend, Ute's friend. So Ute can't refuse it. But now Ute will refuse it. But now Ute will refuse it, no matter Poppy asks for a mask crying or angry -angry Ute will still refuse.

"Thank you te! Ute is very wise." The author praises the capable young man.

"That's all, bro," he said as he got up and nodded his head to Si Eneng.

"Thank you very much! once Te!"

"Back Kang!"

After Ute was out of sight, Ujang came home, looked in through the wide-open curtains that were tightly closed every day. Si eneng sat cross-legged with his right knee upright. Si Eneng looked at the writer as if they were separated forever. Meanwhile the sound rumbles without a picture. The author nods the author's head in wide strides, as if a general won a decisive battle.

The author believes in Ute, so the problem remains with Eneng. The author is worried that Si Eneng is chasing a man who already has a girlfriend. This means that he will demean her femininity. The author's view of him has not changed.

The author believes in Ute, so the problem remains with Eneng. The author is worried that Si Eneng is chasing a man who already has a girlfriend. This means that he will demean her femininity. The author's view of him has not changed.

To me he is like clear water in a dustless crystal. Holy in the dust. Since then the holy song in the dust has become a memory song.

The next day the author came without riding a motorbike, because my mind was not focused, worried about hitting pedestrians. The writer went straight to the living room. I want 3 hours to pass. Nothing happened. Finally I decided to go home.

Tomorrow, tomorrow and the next day come again.

Three steps after leaving the house, the horn sounded three times and it turned out to be Ute, he waved his hand behind the steering wheel.

"What's wrong Tae?" I asked after being beside him.

"Where are you going Kang Ujang?" he's back betta.

"Want to go home"

"Where?"

"To karees!"

"Where is it?"

"On Gator Subroto Street near Seskoad."

"Ute knows that! Get up!"

The author turned the front of the Jeep, opened the door, got in and sat down.

Ute moves the gear from zero to 1st gear. Just step on the gas, surely the car will move.