Scandal Compound Love
Episode 9

"Who are you?!" Tara's forehead is wrinkled. "How come you're using Austin's bike?" Until the full name of his best friend he used, in order to make the figure of the man in front of him understand who he meant.

The man with the thick-haired clear glasses smiled faintly. Then step a little inward, towards one side of the workshop wall where a round mirror is linked in part, then begin to observe itself through its reflection in the mirror. He smiled as he turned his head left and right, covered the top of his hair, then muttered, "Makep is also the work of the frog ijo."

From behind her body, Tara took a look. The body of the man was swept from the top of the head to the end of the shoe. "Isn't this the package that Bule had made earlier?" He asked more of himself.

Now his hand was folded in front of his chest, and he began to recall his last conversation with Austin this afternoon. Molly ... mo make cave face add ketceh ....

Those words were exactly remembered Tara.

Then he looked back at the figure that was on par with him that high. Climsy black hair that is neatly adhered to the back, as well as clear black-limbed glasses that stick to his pair of eyes.

And ....

"Le!!" He was aghast, then quickly flipped over the glasses man's body facing towards him. "This is really you?!" Tara could hardly believe it. "Your eyes are also changing colors?! There's a whole lot of dirty shit on your cheeks too! Lu apain muke lu, Le?!"

His loud voice triggered the views of the visitors in the workshop, as well as his employees.

"Whisper you!" Austin brushed both of Tara's hands on her shoulders. Then ran up the stairs to the building above, before the crowd swarmed to throw their heads at the change he had just made.

Tara followed behind. No matter the body is bathed in sweat also scrawled black oil painting results that accidentally polished on almost all clothes, arms, even to his face.

"Why make your blonde comok so kayak, Le?!" Tara certainly needs to know that.

Both are in Austin's room.

"Lu will know later, too" said Austin lightly.

But it just further thickened the pain in Tara's face. "Lu bacod! Very difficult!"

Austin had just wrapped his body with a white t-shirt with a picture of a dolphin on the front, which he then tipped with a short-sleeved black shirt fitted carelessly unbuttoned. "Make a chick, Tar!" sahut later. "Your content?!"

Tara was a little surprised by the ridiculous reason. "Kid-beef?" reworked. "Which girl, Le, ampe makes you crazy like gini?!"

"Pan uda kata kemaaren," Austin. "From-bini-people!" he continued to affirm with spelling as if teaching PAUD children who are still ngeces.

Tara increasingly failed to understand the response. It was seen that he was scratching his sweaty head and was probably really itchy, making the bonds of his long hair sway in a twitch. "Ran cave. You're not usually a gini cake."

"Later you get it." A bottle of perfume with a hexagon-shaped glass packaging with a small lid of bright golden but similar, Austin sprayed onto his body around, scattering a pungent aroma that was sweet enough to smell three minutes later. "Gua pull, Tar!" Perfume he put to his original place in the middle of the table.

Feeling out of words to crimp or ask again, Tara just fell silent with a waistline with a confused look staring at the back of Austin who began to move away from the front.

"Bodo! Give it up, Le!"

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A plastic bag containing a heart-shaped tart about the size of twice the size of an adult palm, lined with Austin full of spirit. Tread by foot he set out on a stepped road towards the zinc house Jasmine occupied.

The sound of screaming children swimming in the rushing stream began to sound closer in Austin's ears, which meant that the closer the house was to the distance it was reaching.

But after the door was seen, Austin instead fell silent in the middle of the descent staring at him with a breeze of hesitation that suddenly ambushed.

The sound made Austin aghast looking reflexively behind him. Mother then, said her heart. "Uh, here, Mom. I'm looking for Jasmine" he said honestly while fixing a few of the glasses he was wearing. "And the name of the cave is not Otong" Austin's heart rebuked.

"Oh! Jasmine again to the top stall. The clash is also back." The mother told.

"Oh, yes, Mom. Not what. I'll wait for it."

"Redeeds." The head with the shoulder-length curly hair was seen curlingly observing Austin. His right palm appears to be clutching a mobile phone five years ago. "Lu from mane, Tong? Feelings ... Ncing just saw you here?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm from Central. There's a need for Jasmine."

Mother is a mangosteen. "Hmm .. salute me, the Jasmine is wearing a really nice guy from yesterday."

And Austin was aghast at the statement. "I mean Mama-"

"Call Ncing aje!" sergeant mom is fast.

"Ah, yes. The ncing!" Austin nodded. Something led him to go back upstairs to approach the middle-aged woman in the color of Ijo. "Sorry, Cing. The guy who came here found Jasmine, a lot?"

"Somewhat, anyway!" singal si Ncing's. "Tempo then there's atu. Bule model. Really good old fashioned!"

Austin's mind was quick to work. He smiled as he clearly realized that the bule that Ncing meant was himself. "Besides you, nothing else, Cing?"

"Given Ncing, no!"

Austin breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment he looked at the middle-aged woman, until an idea popped into his head. "mrs ... Ncing, can the cave name the hape number?"

The Ncing frowned in response. "Gave number? Make ape?"

"Just in case, Cing. How to know Jasmine mao lahiran. Ncing pan can tilipun cave for menta help."

For a moment Ncing thought. "Take it, you!" Then without much thought, the woman gave Austin her mobile number.

Next while waiting for Jasmine, the two began to talk a lot - about Jasmine, which was enough to make Austin's expression slightly dumbfounded, to respond to her. But not a single trace of information was connected to Jasmine's past with him.

In the next instant, Jasmine appeared from the back of the Ncing house with a small bag of groceries in her hand. "Cing!"

"Jas!" The Ncing looked at him. "Elu .. ude back?"

Jasmine nodded briefly. His gaze then fell on the bespectacled man standing beside the Ncing. He smiled rather than saying hello. "Excuse me, Cing." Then continue the step down the ramp in front of him.

"Jasmine wait!"

Jasmine's steps came to a halt, then turned her head towards the summoner. He nodded in amazement looking at the man. Why did the young man know his name?

Austin pointed the 'OK' gesture at the Ncing, using the thumb and thumb he connected to, then slammed toward Jasmine who was still glued in place.

"Not to be confused. We've met many times!" austin clearly understood Jasmine's heart and mind. "Let's talk at your house!"

Jasmine stunned. For a moment he looked up to look at Ncing who turned out to be smiling while raising a thumb at him. "He's not a madman, Jas!"