The Slengean Boy Love Trap
Chasing bananas

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The stars were drinking coffee at the dinner table.

Time showed at five in the afternoon, from the dining table he stared into the garden behind his sister's house.

Intan is waiting on the edge of the washing machine, taking clothes that have gone through the drying process.

She flicked the Star's clothes very strongly.

"Ck.. That way before, ampe my clothes you persecuted!" Star grimaces.

While looking seriously at Intan. Her phone rang, and the video caller was Naya.

"Duh, grow him want my VC."

"Hello... Honey!" The star greeted with a face of sumringah.

"Where have you recovered the gatel?"

The star gazed at Intan who was indeed walking closer looking at him with a cynical and mocking smile.

"O-ohh, that's it I've got you a private nurse," she said with a pale face looking at Intan who was taking the cup next to her arm.

"Thankfully, if it has not healed I have a recommendation from a good genital dermatologist in Bandung."

The star grew pale and as she turned to Intan, the girl was staring at him and shuddered.

"Campus, your self-esteem boy.cake my shirt that was this afternoon he inject-inject dalem bucket." His inner.

Bintang still continues to talk with Naya, Intan is busy with his work back and forth to and fro. And under his supervision, Naya felt ignored.

"Masses... " Naya screamed over there.

Suddenly, the star panicked and stared back at the screen of his phone.

"I-iya baby... "

"You, where the hell is Mas?"

"At Chaca's house, her husband was again hospitalized. I'm waiting for her house."

"Who's the guy?"

"With the kids, if it's my own time here," he said slowly for fear of his lies sounded Intan who was sweeping the living room.

Without him knowing Intan listened to all his lying words. "The aki-aki, the trickster, the big mouth, the dirty brain." Intan cursed the Star with a barely audible voice.

VC call with Naya, finally done. The star rose from its seat. Then put his phone in his bag of loose pants.

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"I'm home... "

"From yesterday the feeling of talking about going home, only now saying goodbye."

Intan ignored him, he was a henchman with his duster.

"Tan.you're just healed, tomorrow you're done."

"Tomorrow, I want permission, I want to go home. I talked to Helen's mother" she said.

The star breathed.

"Oh, yeah. I'm home."

"Tan..I'm home!"

"Muild.... "

The woman looked over, "what the hell, sir?"

"Gue's home... "

"Yes, already. Should I anter time?"

the man put his shirt up a little.

"Look, it's sagging down the road!"

Intan laughed when she saw that the pants were not above the waist but below the waist almost fell. And show the rubber wrapping part something that can change instantly.

Intan does not know nothing, but he is deliberately looking for safety. At the age of almost 26 years and in modern times like this it seems unlikely there will be people who are as stupid as that.

He did not want to extend his debate with the Stars, so he pretended not to understand.

"My new father's pants are drying,"

"Where's dong? the bike is cool, my pants are sagging, I'm wearing the bike," said Bintang looks frustrated.

"Acaline dong, Tan... "

"Where?"

"Sut or what?"

Intan walks towards the closet in the TV room, looking down for something.

"There's no needle, like there's nothing here."

The star snorted, "what kind of designer am I? needles don't have any," he said grumbling.

Intan just silently watched the man who had such a short emotional axis. It was easy to get upset just because his sister had no sewing equipment.

"Ahh, those are pants, Mr. Dafa. I'll tell you what if he knows his pants are broken!"

The star stared at him. "Find rubber, whatever rubber you can," he said.

The woman in front of him walked into the kitchen, then returned with two rubber bands wrapped in rice.

"What are you doing, sir?"

The star immediately grabbed him, and then pinched the small top of his pants, tying the rubber to the end of the pants belonging to Dafa.

Once in the sense of the bond has tightened, the T-shirt Star lower back.

Explosions of laughter just came out of Intan's mouth.

"Kayak puser dosol. " Intan is back.

Then the beautiful woman walked towards the back. Come back with a raffia rope.

"What's the rope made?"

"Make your lips tickle, O Lord."

"Pull the pants!"

"Where? up or down?" The stars laugh seductively.

Intan is only able to shake his head, he is getting worse, but his stomach acid rises because of the stress of facing the stars.

The star according to raise his pants slightly above the waist, then the diamond circled his hands while attaching the rope in the hole of the trouser belt one by one.

"Brilian your brain, Tan... "

"More banana gifts, what banana? horn, ambon, or banana king that tiny as big as pinky peeled peeled skin on the flesh asked to eat the skin and his skin," he said noisily.

Intan paid no heed to the chatter over his head he was busy with the rope and the belt hole.

"Tali died Tan..."

"It's hard isn't it!"

"Biarin, if the butterfly rope, ntar fight with my bird, even off the butterfly," cut it.

Intan was throbbing hearing the words of the increasingly absurd Star.

"Well... "

"Thank you, cungkring is the best" he praised.

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The star finally came out of his sister's house, with his motor sport. Intan immediately padlocked the fence, he wanted to rest in peace.

On the way Bintang stopped at a minimarket, he was about to take money at an ATM while buying a bottle of cold drink.

When he came out of the minimarket he saw a fruit trader pushing a cart containing a pile of bananas. The star instantly remembered Intan, what if the girl was going to eat medicine. His inner.

The star clapped his palm trying to call out. But the wagon was getting away.

"Mang... " Call him in a loud voice.

A little running.

"Mang... fruit... woyyy... anjir, budek time yes?" he lamented that he was still running after the banana seller, a little away from the minimarket, and Bintang was getting tired.

"That's.. cauu!" (cau\=pisang bhs Sundanese)

call her again pessimistically because the distance is getting away.

The star lowered its head trying to adjust its breath in order to enter its nose. His head looked up as a sound of a wagon approached.

"Look.. Den?" the old banana seller was already in front of him.

"My father was abi in the sauran!"

(Father I called you!)

"Teu ngadangu, da nayu na nyuran mang fruit!"

(no wonder, his astonishment calls the mango man!)

The star patted his forehead feeling astonished.

"Cau bubuahan keneh tea, Mang!"

(The banana is still fruit, Mang!)

"Ah, cau mah cau. The fruit."

(Ah, banana, Mango and Mango)

The shaking star held back his growing resentment hand in hand with his tension.

"Sekilo Mang."

"Don't look, Den."

"Oh, two kilos at all."

"Seueur's men, kango naon?"

(What's so much for?)

"Kango.. bojo too!"

(make...my wife!)

The star had already softened his voice, he had already lost the vocabulary in his mouth. He said the origin, so that his chat with the old banana merchant not the fruit was soon finished.

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The star walked back to the minimarket, he cursed his stupidity when he saw his motorbike sitting in the minimarket parking yard. Why he even ran after the fruit dealer and instead of using his motor sport, which will surely shorten the time.

He returned to wearing his helmet and immediately darted back to his sister's house, to give her two kilos of bananas in his hands.

When almost there, it looks like Intan is talking to a man sitting on his motorcycle. They look familiar but like they are talking about something serious.

The star stopped at a corner not far from his sister's house, he continued to watch the two people.

His eyes fiddled, when he saw Intan enter the house and the man followed him.

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