ANGKOT TAJIR DRIVER
MEETING AN EX-CAMER

Icha also Citra is still in an embrace position, they both strengthen each other. After the two calmed down a little, they let go of his embrace.

"Where now? is it better yet?" ask Icha on Citra, which is still a hiccup.

The image nods to Icha's words, "Then you want to go straight home?" ask Icha again.

"Iya Cha, I miss the same mama, the son of a bitch, too," The image rotates his eyes lazily, when he says 'fucking branch'. While Icha, just chuckled amusedly at the expression of his best friend.

"Udah, let me anterin to the house," I moved from his seat. But Citra still looked at Icha doubtfully.

"Lo sure you want to take me home? how about I meet Bang Adit?" tanya Citra hesitates. He felt bad for his best friend, for the treatment of his brother who had left Icha for other women. Which he thinks is a jerk.

Icha patted his best friend's shoulder slowly, trying to convince him that he was okay. "What is Cit. Relax, I've moved on anyway," replied Icha full of confidence.

The image smiled towards Icha, and also moved from her seat. Both of them came out of the restaurant, and stepped towards angkot.

When they got there, "Do you want the story?" jejey asked, as the two beautiful women entered the chamber.

"Udah, now anterin I go home," replied Citra, after he sat his ass in the passenger seat. So did Icha, he sat down with Citra.

After getting an answer from Citra, Jejey immediately forwarded his angkot, towards the Citra house.

Red freight owned by Mr. Udin, drove through the streets of the city. Which is currently fairly not too crowded, considering that now is still not the time for jamming hours.

ICHA POV

After a few minutes in the angkot, we finally arrived at the destination. Yep, the house that for a few weeks, I avoid, even to set foot in the yard I never thought.

I breathed a sigh of relief, because I knew that Adit wasn't home. Why can I be sure, because the bike he used to use is invisible. Then he's out dong again!! good, Goddess Fortuna is again on my side now.

The image came out first, and I came down. Before I followed Citra, I glanced at Jejey who was still at the wheel.

"Don't come down, Jey?" I asked Jejey. While the one asked, just shook his head, as if not interested, I don't know also I don't understand. "If so wait here, I just bentar doang. I promise!!" add me, while lifting both fingers, and form the letter V.

He nodded again, after which I set foot, to enter the house. While saying Istighfar, I steady the steps, so as not to look nervous. Who knows, I'll meet the ex-camer, hehehe.

After a long time, I was finally home again. I sit my ass disoffa, next to Citra. Instantly, the memory in my brain rotated. Like a tape that is replayed. The memories kept spinning in my brain. It is undeniable, at this time my chest feels like it was stabbed by thousands of knives. Well, it hurts so bad. I still can't believe everything will be like this.

I'm so bapernya, to the extent that the image from earlier called, I did not respond. Until he nudged my eel, I did not have the morals of my best friend. "Buset litter!! what's the dysentile, Cit? sick tau!!" my protest, while stroking my plenary position, which got sentil.

I can only grin while scratching my head. Not a gatel, though. "What a hell, Cit. I'm just tired, you don't have to worry," I replied in between grin.

Sound of footsteps from upstairs, must be the mother Citra, my former camer, wkwkwkwkwkw. The middle-aged woman, who still looked ageless, was walking down the steps gracefully.

"Wahh!! who is this coming? well princesses are coming today!!" he accelerated his pace, and headed towards me also Citra. At first glance Citra lyrics, see if his eyes are glazed again. I'm sure, Citra is very moved by the moment now. After a long time, he finally got to meet again with the mother he loved so much.

He immediately scattered himself in the arms of the mother, the two people in front of me hugged while crying. I was also moved to see them, also terbesit in my heart of envy. Because, all this time I never saw the hamgatnya hug mother.

"Ma, the image of a very kangen with mom. During the time in the USA, why did you never look at Citra? do you love Citra?" he said while hiccupping. And he also tightened his embrace.

"Shuuut, don't talk about it, deck. Mama is very very very kangen adek, mama also sangaaaat dear adek, so do not think strangely," replied the mother.

The image nods its head, which is now still in her Mama's arms.

"But my mom forgot. If mama was fidgeting the other princess," she replied as she glanced at me.

I can only grin to respond to Mama Citra's chat. "Here hug mom too!! you haven't been here in a long time. Mama kangen know," instantly my body turned stiff, hearing the words of mama Citra, which in fact my ex mama also.

Honestly, I miss his figure. All this time, I looked like my own mother. For the umpteenth of a second, I digest the words 'mother'. After that, I hugged them both. The tears from earlier, I could stand. Now it's spilled all over the cheek.

"Mom, Icha is also kangen mom. Very kangen, hyks hyks." I said on the sidelines of the hug event.

"If you miss your mother, why not come from yesterday? I know your relationship is the same Adit. Not that you have to break up with mom, Cha's sad mom. Mother is already far the same image, cooking mother should be far from you as well. Do you know what Adit is? he was never home. Also, she still considers the mother who has ruined the happiness of her harmonious family first" replied the mother, and accompanied by her increasingly broken cries.

"Udah ma, Citra sama Icha already here. We will always be there for you, promise!! isn't it Cha?" sahut Image's.

I nodded doubtfully, chiming in the words Citra. How can I come here every day? there I can die standing, if every day I have to meet Adit.

As we enjoyed this haru event, suddenly a very familiar voice sounded, turning our attention towards it.

"Yeah!! what's the matter?" said the man.

I also Citra immediately release a hug, and our attention goes directly to the direction of the voice, seen a man with a tall stature, white, and has broad shoulders. The handsome face that I have been rinduin, I hate. Who else if not Adit, my ex-boyfriend is also the brother of my sababat.

Our beads met, and stared at each other for a second. He seemed surprised by my presence in his house, how not to be surprised, former woy. That's not a good breakup either.