Don't despise my Shortcomings
Scrapings

At Mr. Latif's residence....

Cyra came out of the bathroom, and now she's fresh. He glanced towards Naqi. Which seems to have been lulled in his dreams.

"Oh apparently had slept anyway, pantes quiet" muttered Cyra, he walked up to Naqi and confirmed Naqi's sleeping position, so as not to sore his neck. Cyra pressed the back of her hand against Naqi's temple, "The body is indeed warm, but it has also started to sweat. Maybe it's the effect of the cure, "inner Cyra

Cyra sat down next to Naqi, checking her phone, looking at the shooting schedule Meta had just sent. Well, from tomorrow Cyra has a lot of work. "Hopefully tonight Mas Naqi is instantly healed, so that I can sleep peacefully. Where tomorrow there is a photo shoot, if the lack of sleep is even berabe," said Cyra, he will follow Naqi who had fallen asleep, before Cyra turned off the main light and left only a sleeping lamp.

Not long Cyra was asleep, probably because of all day of cape work and the condition of the stock of food stomach safe so quickly Cyra had entered the dream realm.

"Jeek....

Yuck....

Naqi spewed out all of his entrails. Well, suddenly Naqi awoke from a very nauseous stomach, and Naqi ran straight to the bathroom and spilled his entrails.

Cyra who heard the noise opened her eyes, opening her eyes many times, adjusting to the blinding light. Cyra heard someone vomiting.

He was now conscious, and immediately turned to the side where Naqi was sleeping, empty! Cyra immediately threw away her blanket, and ran to check into the bathroom.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?" cyra asked in panic. Then Cyra immediately massaged the nape of the back of the neck, and patted it slowly so that it vomited out all.

"Udah Ra," Naqi said weakly. He drowned beside the bathroom wastefel, while Cyra painstakingly cleaned up the rest of Naqi's vomit.

"Come on, don't sit here cold and catch a cold, get sick even worse." Cyra also leads Naqi to a rough patch, Mas change clothes well, it's wet clothes, where dirty." Cyra without waiting for an answer from Naqi directly took a change of clothes for Naqi. Again, Cyra very patiently helped Naqi change practice.

"Now still nauseous?" ask Cyra.

Naqi shook his head weakly.

"Something else to feel?" Cyra asked again like a doctor who was examining his patients.

"The head is still dizzy, and the stomach is feeling stifling," Naqi replied in a very weak voice, until Cyra had to bring her ears closer to hear her husband's words.

"I think Mas Naqi got in the wind. Cyra kerokin is good, let the wind come out. If Cyra is usually when it runs out, dikerokin likes to be better. Precisely first if the pain of the drug is just scraping. Stomach pain, scraping! dizziness, scraping! nausea, carefree, coughing, scraping all! Abis scrapes well and heals," said Cyra enthusiastically.

Naqi was at a loss as to what Cyra meant. All this time he was sick to doctors, his whole life had never been called scraping, but he was also curious how it felt scraping. What is the effect of scraping.

"What do you think that scrapes are?" naqi asked completely.

"You are still a baby usually use, red onions are halved and telon oil, and if you make big people usually use coins and telon oil. but because Mas Naqi is old so dredged using the end of the cleaver," said Cyra with a serious face.

Naqi who heard it immediately shocked, "What is really using the end of the golong how?" naqi asked increasingly curious about the name of scrapings.

"Stroll! Do you know the machete?" ask Cyra seriously.

"You're the one who's rich but big, right?" ask Naqi.

"Well consider it ajah that, Well the cleaver will have an end. Yes it was the tip of the golong dredged by the back of Mas Naqi," said Cyra with a very serious face. So Naqi strongly believed in what Cyra said.

"Entar first deh Ra, if the end of the golek is not it tajem well, later if it is scraped back, wound dong his back," asked Naqi increasingly contrived not understand by Cyra.

"Well, it's Mas, scraping the layer of curl until it's clean. Clean also hurts, aka healed forever," said Cyra with a smile on his face.

Naqi, who was aware that Cyra was being bullied, grieved.

Bukkkkp... (Naqi patted Cyra with a pillow)

"You know me well," for Naqi with his face off.

"Most of all, I ask, don't really know what scrapings are?" cyra asked with a mocking smile.

"No, I went to school and college abroad, just graduated college back to Indonesia, and grandfather was of middle eastern descent, where know it's scraping," oceh Naqi was upset that Cyra dared to frown on him.

"But don't use the end of the cleaver yah," Ancan Naqi.

"Well, how dare you, then the back of the young master blisters me again" Cyra murmured.

Before the process of scraping Cyra will first make a warm ginger drink so that the body of Naqi is also warm.

"Cyra to the kitchen first snapped well, want to make a drink reject the anginya, let the anginya expelled from the body of Mas." Cyra immediately rushed downstairs and headed for the kitchen.

The war was in the kitchen. It only took twenty minutes, drinking hot ginger was done. Cyra carried a tray with a red onion that had been halved, the goods of the time Naqi was not strong to be scraped with coins so that he would scoop up using a red onion.

"Tarah.. Ginger drink is ready, because the ginger is still hot we let stand first, and we continue to megerokin Mas Naqi." Cyra entered the room with her spring face.

Naqi again only chuckled at Cyra's unique behavior.

"Don't you have any coins?" ask Cyra, because he also does not have 500 coins or even 1000s.

"Coin, what else to do? Here where anyone has coins" Naqi replied lightly.

"Hah time Mas do not have coins, it is usually if shopping there is a change of coins that, emang Mas never gumpulin coins, piggy bank that is usually a lot of koinya," Cyra said, while still trying to coin.

"Tau ah, you're a weirdo. Why buy coins, why dikumpulin?" answer Naqi lightly.

#Beda well if the sultan mah never mengumpulin coins. Lah othor even deliberately made piggy bank later the end of the month scraped again ..

"Fix, the life of the rich is difficult, live coins ajah very difficult feeling in this house" Cyra said while still looking on the sidelines of his pockets and bags, but did not find any coins. "Ah let me ask you Auntie, who knows Aunt has coins," Cyra inwardly rushed to Aunt's room, and interrupted her sleep for a while to ask for coins.

"They again?" asked Naqi who saw Cyra about to come out of the room.

"Find the coin, to Auntie, bentar doang ko," said Cyra he walked lumayana hastily. After asking Auntie and interrupting her break time. Now Cyra returned to the room, carrying a yellow gold coin, with a value of 500 rupiah.

"Ada?" ask Naqi jutek.

"Now!" Cyra showed me a coin she got from Auntie.

"On the coin of ajah until he is excited," taunted Naqi.

"Yes Cyra lakainin let Mas Naqi heal, less attention what else try Cyra same Mas Naqi," snorted Cyra, with a manyun face.

"Well, how is this supposed to be?" ask Naqi pasrah sajah.

"The bed but the stomach and clothes were opened first to make it delicious" said Cyra.

"What does that mean?" naqi protested, the origin of the delicacy of immediately transfeling his mind.

"Don't find it, what's good?" cyra replied that she did not lose.

Cyra also did the ritual of doing drugs at first Cyra did it slowly and very carefully. But it seems that even Naqi who is not used to being dredged can not be silent. His back movements continued to endure his tingling and pain.

"Bec... Ra.. this hurts so much" ringis Naqi.

"Hold me, just a minute," Cyra replied.

At first Cyra still patiently calmed Naqi to be patient and endure the pain for a while. However, his name is also Naqi whose mouth is sometimes asked for pampu. Naqi continued to rattle and Cyra, who was a descendant of ignorant, actually scraped more tightened, and it made Naqi squirm there and here like a worm hit by salt water.

Hehe...

Cyra behind Naqi's back chuckled, having already managed to prank Naqi....

#Fix, Cyra the son of othor jail from orok...