Don't despise my Shortcomings
Who's Wawan???

"That's right, what I'm saying, runs out of this event, who wants to use the services you queue," said Meta with excitement as his hands continued to dance with gleaming.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah Met." Cyra is certainly very grateful at least if his job is a lot he will quickly collect rupiah coffers for members of his own residence. At least although simple, but there is happiness that he dreamed so far.

"Yuk, we're looking for somewhere else! Ain't you peng curcol iyah, right?" ajah Meta enthusiast.

"Corn!! what if you go to your house to Met, if in the public square I'm afraid someone will hear it later," said Cyra carefully so that Meta offended.

"It's important, huh?" ask Meta.

"Banget!" cyra nodded her head. "We need to find a safe place to confide" Cyra said.

"Yes yuk yuk to I'm house, but I'm not even as good as your house, no problem right" said Meta while pulling Cyra to walk in his steps.

"I prefer a simple house, but it is comfortable because the person is very caring and caring. Than a big house but in it there is never any affection, so it's like being imprisoned in a gold cage." Cyra replied to Meta, with the story of his life that had been born from a wealthy family and married to a rich person as well, but until now his life is still low, do not know where his goal. Tasteless, his laughter was just a lie. Laughing but crying after another injury.

"Cin, I'm noticing you are indeed a lot of burden. From now on you share your burden with Mommy, so you can laugh freely," said Meta, along the way they tell small stories and from there Cyra has begun to laugh loosely with the cuteness that Meta makes.

"Met, you're so funny anyway, cook it because razia that," kekeh Cyra who laughed out loud because Meta told me when he had been exposed to satpol pp because at curfew he was still walking on the sidewalk. They thought Meta was the ben'cong who deliberately sought out customers who would use his services. Though at that time the ojek he was riding to the late hours to find a replacement ojek quite difficult, because of the quiet location and the condition was late at night. From the appearance and style that is like a bem'cong, especially the language is also very identical to the half-man woman who often goes to that location. Satpol PP immediately pulled it, brought to the halfway house to be given mejangan and others. Although Meta said that he was not ben'cong looking for customers, but they did not believe it so they thought Meta was only doing defense.

"How continue?" cyra asked enthusiastically and she laughed off guard.

"You, I think like I'm teraniyaya yah cin, I'm sad story even you laugh a lot," said Meta with a special grunt when sulking, but not really angry just make Cyra more chuckle.

"Your speech is very funny Met, I imagine how excited you are at that time," Cyra joked the more he imagined the excitement of Meta more and more laughing amusedly.

Finally they arrived at a house that is not too luxurious but looks beautiful and neat.

"Yes.. finally arrived, yuk hunted down," invite meta with friendly.

"This is your home Met, seems neat and cool, many more plants," said Cyra while holding some neatly arranged flowers.

"Yes Mamah who likes plants and he is indeed a very neat person," replied Meta

"You live with your Mom?" ask Cyra kagat, Cyra thinks that Meta lives alone.

"Yes, I'm living with Mamah I'm why? Ko seemed really surprised," asked Meta introgating Cyra.

"Hahaha cin, you're funny. Relax do not need to tense, like to meet the prospective in-laws to all bring their hands," kelakar Meta feels funny with the behavior of Cyra.

"Yes I don't feel good about Met," Cyra replied with a bent face, like a child about to give me....

"Mamah I'm good, very good even so you relax. Yuk buruan enter later I'm familiar with him, surely he likes I'm invite friends to play here." Meta impatiently pulled Cyra like a mother carrying a bag.

"Assalamualaikum" Meta said before he entered his house.

"Walaikumsallam, reply to a woman who can be said to be quite old, she is the mother of Meta. Meta immediately hugged and kissed his Mom's hand very fondly. So did Cyra, join hands and kiss the back of her hand with Takzim

"Sore Tan" Cyra said as a greeting.

"Dear afternoon, call Mamah sajah, let's be just as rich Wawan, Mamah Mia!" said Aunt Mia who prefers to be called Mamah.

"Gentleman?" cyra was confused.

"Yes my name if at Wawan's house, Meta's name is only a stage name, no matter how my nature is male, so ban'ci only for ajah's work," clearly Meta aka Wawan whose voice and speech logic changed to men.

Cyra was surprised by the changes in Meta, but notya there are indeed many out there that they are willing to become another personality or double in order to get a job, like this Meta. She works with Meta's gleaming, beautiful personality resembling a woman. But when it reaches his home he will be re-codratted original that is male.

"Yes yuk yuk to the room, we curcol-curcol," said Meta with the voice of his foot.

"It's okay, um Met, I'm in your room, you're a guy?" ask Cyra to test.

"Casual ajah cin, I'm consider you your own sister. So there's no way I'm working on it," ledek Meta, and now Cyra is in the Meta room. Room with gray color and impressed very suitable goods and the stylist was very identical to the room men. Distinct from the gerli appearance.

Seen from the room and its stylist, Meta is indeed a very neat and disciplined person.

"Wait for ya cin. I'm changing clothes first, remove make up, sultry! You relax-relax, sleep, somersault up. Think of it as the room itself," said Meta before he swallowed the bathroom, and sounding water from the shower signifies Meta was in the middle of a wet shower.

"I'm a pengi take a shower too" murmured Cyra softly. Cyra also followed Meta's advice he fell and rolled on a soft mattress. "It feels right at home in Meta's room, do I want to do it?" inner Cyra. But after that he was pensive. "You know, I'm sure it's going to be a big deal" muttered Cyra, recalling the furore of what would happen to Ralf's family if he didn't come home.

"Huh... May this charade pass away soon, "inner Cyra, wanting to be free from the covenant with Naqi.