Tiny Brother Meatball Handsome
Reunion Invitation

Finally Bening left the orange tent with maximum annoyance. How not! Two hours he waited for his order, to fall asleep on the table, and also the illicit incident that embarrassed him half to death. Not to mention fighting with the Sky. Mouthfighting, long eyes that make the whole muscle spasm. *Indeed the fucking meatballs*.

"Amit-amit .. nauzdubilah min zalik. There are men like lutungs like that! Hiiih .. ngeselin is half dead. Hopefully until I change Mr. President I will not see the same Rengit." All the way back home Bening was endlessly nagging. But the person he was talking to was not with him.

Mang Juri who drove the car just silently with an occasional glance at the rearview mirror in front of her. No sound at all, afraid of being sprayed as well.

"It's Mang Juri's fault too! Why not wake me up? Even sleeping in the car! Very bored!"

'Well, I've been quiet and careful not to get scolded. Eh. .. still got sprayed' Inner Mang Juri.

"Sorry, Miss. I also didn't notice a sudden fall asleep. If Miss didn't wake me up, maybe until dawn I slept there."

"Huh ... Mang Juri is the same as Rengit! Ngeselin!"

"Who does Miss mean Rengit?" asked Mang Juri did not understand.

"Who else? Yeah, the meatballs!"

"The ranger is not the name of the animal? How did his mother give him the name of Rengit?" Mang Juri was so trusting of Bening, she did not read the banner attached in the orange tent. Though there are written 'Bakso Uhui, Bang Langit'. Which means the founder of the orange tent is called Sky.

Bening who was upset half-dead was slightly comforted by the innocence and stupidity of his personal driver. Just believe it if the meatball seller was named Rengit.

The car had entered the courtyard of the house, Mang Juri went down first and opened the door for her employer.

Bening immediately entered the house and it turned out that Mama Has had been welcomed at the door. "New nyampek? Didn't you come home from half five? How long, until his house? Ohya, where's Mama's meatballs?" todong Mama Has's.

Clear breathing rough. "No part, the meat is already abis," replied Bening potluck. The woman breezed in, threw the bag onto the sofa and flopped there. Looks very tired, also the face is bent in such a way.

Mama Has frowning. Then follow Bening and sit on the opposite sofa. Observing his son's face to demand a clearer answer.

Bening knows his mother's girly. The woman then explained. "Bening's office came straight to the meatball tent. It's pesen too. Queue people who want to buy meatballs, beuh ... God, it's the Purple Badge train cake. There's no alley. Bening was told to wait, because for a long time Bening came to sleep. Built pas already want magrib, pas tanya, where pesenan the meatball? Si Rengit replied abis. Ngeselin' right?" vivid Stories.

Mama Has gawking. Is that really the story? As if I couldn't believe it.

"You can sleep in a place like that?"

"I don't know, Ma. Unhardened. Bening's body is tired."

"When Mama really wants to eat meatballs," sad Mama Has.

"Mama has Rengit's number, right? Tomorrow pesen aja same him, continue to be ushered ojol service pack."

"The Rengit? Rengit who do you mean?"

"Yes, the meatball."

"Hus, ngawur you, Dek. Nice name people changed to Rengit."

"I don't know what cake she made." Clear twisting puffed eyeballs and got up. "Well, Ma. Go to the bathroom and shower."

Mama Has smiled funny, a little strange with the attitude of her daughter who looked very upset. Usually, the clear never behaves like that.

After entering the room, the woman immediately cleaned herself up. While in the bathroom Bening remembered the incident in the orange tent. Ugh .. embarrassing.

How could he do that. Remembering the iller, Bening wiped his mouth how many times, even though the area was clean there was nothing.

When it was done, just then his phone rang. She immediately grabbed the phone lying on the dresser. The white towel still wrapped up his synthetic body.

"Hello ...." Finally, he chose to answer.

"Hello, Crystal Clear, as clear as morning dew," replied Rani.

From that answer alone makes Bening rotate lazy eyeballs. "What's up, Ran?" To the point to the question.

"Just to tell you, on Sunday night tomorrow there is a reunion for our departure. Lo dateng, yes. We're ready for a place at Cafe Bosque. 7 O'clock at night" explained Rani.

"Later to go for it" Bening's short reply.

"Reuni this time must bring a partner," added Rani."

"Eh, what? Why pack such an event? Why should I bring all couples? It's just a reunion, isn't it? Not a girlfriend show!" sewot Clear.

"Relax Be, don't push first. I don't know, that's a suggestion from the kids. After all, you can come with Bram too."

"Bram died in the Antarctic."

"What's? Seriously Lo?"

"No! Bram is not around me!"

"ough, right? No problem, there are still 2 days to find a new partner. Anyway you have to come, and bring a partner as well. Yes bye, bye ... Clear." Phone connection disconnected.

The real frustration is growing. He dropped himself on the soft foam. Hit the forehead slowly.

"Other fire! Just get dizzy!"

"A reunion is required to bring a couple? Where's bridge? Want a family meeting, pack a couple!"

"Who am I with?"

"Damn it, Bram! Said he could not be contacted. Ghosting people at will. Watch out to appear on earth again, will be mocked until flattery!"

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Last night was not very good sleep. Although he did not care about the reunion, in fact he still thought of it as well.

Blackened eye bags as an overnight sign of lack of rest.

"Morning, Ma," said Bening.

"Morning, Deck. Why else would it be his eyes for that item? Stay up, huh?"

"Can't sleep. Clear Sunday night there was a college friend reunion," the story goes.

"Good dong. Must be exciting," Mama Has responded.

"No exclamation, Ma. Cook reunion events are required to bring a couple. 'You're weird!"

Mama Has held back the sound of laughter, she did not feel good if she laughed in front of Bening. Like laughing at her daughter.

"Yes, maybe that's the rule, Dek. Just ask who it is."

"Bram still no news, Ma. Not saying where? It was Wewe Gombel times ... I don't know either! Ngeselin, right? Who do you want to try?"