Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 10

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Allohumma, may bad luck not befall your ontel bike, Ran-Hastungkara said in his heart and prepared to ride his best friend's favorite ontel bike.

Without waiting for the command from Hastungkara, Derana climbed onto the bike and positioned herself-sitting behind.

"Let's hunt the road!" edict Derana and retorted nod by Hastungkara.

Although a little hesitant, Hastungkara obeyed the decree given by Derana-her friends.

"Handle Ran and prepare your feet for braking!" ask before you start riding your bike.

"Why hold and prepare the foot to brake, Ra?" Derana asked in surprise followed by a frown between the two base of her eyebrows.

"Who knows there are passing frogs" he said as he answered a question sentence written by Derana.

"Indeed, what does that have to do with passing frogs?"

"If there are frogs passing by, the bike I ride can jump in shock and then plunge into the mud. Before you jump into the mud, you'll be able to pull the edge of my shirt and brake with your feet." Alibi spoken by Hastungkara successfully made Derana laugh.

"Oh Allah, Ra .. You are that when you speak like you are. Where there is a bicycle that jumped in shock because of the frog passing by. You must be just an alibi, right? Don't-don't, actually you can't ride a bike yet?" derana's lips followed her airborne laughter.

"Aishh, who says I can't ride a bike? Almost every day, I bike with Rafa mas-" she doesn't accept.

But the tandem bike anyway, not the next ontel-bike that is only embodied in the heart so inaudible to Derana.

"Yes-yes, I believe. A tomboy girl like you, who might not be able to ride a bike. Riding a horse can be, the time of riding a bike ndak bi-"

"Wes diem! Don't keep babbling!" Hastungkara trimmed Derana's speech and began pedaling the bike with maximum confidence regardless of the consequences.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." The cries of Hastungkara and Derana accompanied the speed of the bike down the road.

The ontel bike and its two passengers plunged freely into the mud and successfully diverted the attention of farmers who were plowing rice fields with the help of traditional tools.

The farmers immediately chuckled at the ridiculous scene before them.

"O Allah, O my Lord, it is true. Actually you can't ride a bike, Ra. Surely we won't be plunged into the mud if I ride the bike."

"Sorry." Hastungkara smiled grin-show his white teeth lined up neatly accompanied by the whistling of his two fingers to form the letter V.

Derana let out a long breath and shook her head. He was very upset that bin was upset with his best friend.

But because of his affection, Derana can never be angry with Hastungkara, although the actions of his best friend often make him have to stroke da-da and pat the jidat.

"I'm sorry. But don't repeat it again! If you can't ride a bike yet, you should be honest! If necessary, ask to be taught aa' Zain," said Derana followed by his finger movement to clamp Hastungkara's nose.

"Addicted. So don't be fussy!" Hastungkara puffed up and rubbed his reddened nose.

"Let your nose rise to the surface, not inward."

"Isn't he handsome in the soul?"

"Yes, that's true too. By the way, until when do we soak in the mud, Ran?"

"Until the white riding prince comes to our aid" he continued and was greeted with laughter by Hastungkara.

The next minute, Derana and Hastungkara then came out of the mud puddle with the help of farmers.

In fact, there was one farmer who was kind enough to bring a bicycle to Derana's parents' house.

Arriving at the courtyard of the house, the two were greeted by Ratri with a cold facial expression and a misty look.

Feeling unwell, Hastungkara apologized by lowering his voice and explaining the true incident to Ratri.

Hastungkara admitted that he had been wrong, resulting in himself and Derana plunging into the mud with the bike they were riding.

"Go home! Don't come any closer to Derana! My daughter won't be able to grow up if she's still friends with a boy like you" circus Ratri said in an emphatic tone.

Hastungkara momentarily closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. The young girl tried to refrain from being polite even though she knew that Ratri spoke and behaved out of habit because she was influenced by black magic.

"I've admitted that I was wrong. Although Bude forbade me to be friends with Derana, I would still be friends with her. As a friend, I will not let Derana bear her own burden. Please, control Bude's emotions! Don't be easily incited by the demonic whispers currently residing inside Bude's body! Don't punish Derana by hitting her --"

"Enough!" Ratri trims Hastungkara's remarks. The middle-aged woman's hands clenched while holding back the anger that had spread to the crown.

"Go from before me right now or I'll ask my daughter-in-law to drag you in?" threaten her later by elevating the tone of the voice. But Hastungkara did not feel the slightest fear.

"I'll leave now, but tomorrow, I'll come again to see Derana."

"You-" Ratri floated his hand into the air and almost landed on Hastungkara's smooth cheek. Luckily, Usman immediately prevented it by clutching Ratri-wife's arm.

"Mom, control your emotions! Nak Rara is the granddaughter of the village chief. He would not have accepted if his grandson had been hurt --"

"I don't care sir" said Ratri without lowering his tone of voice.

Not wanting to magnify the problem, Hastungkara chooses to pass away - leaving Derana's parents' second home.

As his legs swing, Hastungkara's mind sends a promise that he will try to help Derana to escape the snares of human-shaped demons. The demons were the entire Atmajaya family, especially Farel Atmaja Saputra ....

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