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“Again this buk, mom has eaten?” After the magrib as usual, my mother was accommodated always telephone asking news of the only child who did not know this self
“It was easy to eat earlier, this again want to make an order tomorrow. Annual events at home lurah” sir
“ibuk do not take orders a lot – a lot yes, I have sent money every month to shop”
“Not much, this is also assisted by mbak Nar than there is no work at home”
“Healthy and father must stay healthy lo yes, next month the possibility of Yuyun returning to kampung”
My mother and father are getting older in the village, which is quite stubborn still desperate to work even though the shopping money has been fully transferred every early month.
“Bapak sama ibuk not good to be idle at home, plus body aches all. Your money was saved just to add – plus capital marriage time”
My father is only a retired teacher who now turns the bow into an ordinary farmer, his rice field is only a few plots not the vast expanse of – hectares, not just a few hectares, my mother was also just an ordinary housewife who was often asked by neighbors to make orders during the celebration.
It can be ascertained what my family is like, let alone landlords or conglomerates can buy rice alone thankfully already immeasurable.
My night routine after my father and mother's phone in the village is only struggling with a laptop, in addition to the news announcer I also penetrated into the world of writing. Only novice writers who initially made a breakout while free, it was able to produce – coffers rupiah.
Not many of my followers, there are only a few who always stop by at the work of my pestilence. I don't know why Kog would stop by to read
Not bad, the results can make added snacks.
On the other hand,
“Cupcup deck, kog nangis continue right earlier mimic milk later fullness loh”
Leona, my first daughter and will probably be the only – princess. With painstaking care of myself with all my heart, although sometimes still need the help of the mother and mother when I was busy meeting outside there.
Akmal Maulana is 33 this year. Young widower with a myriad of skills. Not only cafe business, car wash business as well and I don't know how many branches have been established around Jakarta.
Cold man who has been in the spotlight because of his achievements, not a few senior entrepreneurs argue that it will make him a son-in-law. No matter the background that has followed one.
“Mal, it's time to get married again, find a wife who can understand you, who can take care of Leona. Want until when you keep this up, mama also has a period of life in the world can not nemenin you keep”
“Let's go ma, Leona is still a child I can take care of myself there is also mbak who help if you bother to outside”
“Although there is mbak, but it would be better if there is a mother. When he was a kid he didn't do much. It must be easier as long as the woman wants to nerima Leona, want to take care of her own child”
“Well maybe that's the hard part ma, the woman who can accept Leona”
“All depends on you Mal, if there is an intention must be launched with God. Mama is also ready to search again if you do not want to bother with”
“Ya later, try to think of first”
After the conversation with mama about remarrying, somehow this time the conversation was terngiang – ngiang when not the first time mama asked me to marry again.
Rolling right left roll, why so hard to sleep gini, immediately I turn on the murrotal a powerful way to subside the muddy like this. and soon I fell asleep
God, I woke up from my dream. Who is that woman ? why enter my dream when I do not feel familiar before.
Immediately I got out of my bed, after looking at the clock immediately I took ablution and performed evening prayers. I beg for forgiveness for all the wrongs I have done unknowingly
Immediately I put my body on the mattress by leaning on a pile of pillows. I reached for a mobile phone at the nightstand next to the mattress, while waiting for shubuh I often look for reverence for the cafe, so as not to look monotonous and always follow the trend of young people in the zamanya.
When I accidentally saw a new notification, I opened it immediately. Not recognizing his name, immediately I clicked the user name, after being seen – photos of him either a cold wind hit who out of nowhere.
After the dawn prayer I immediately got ready with my work suit and hijab, which was somehow despite me
iron with slippery maybe but not so neat when I use.
A glass of milk and a cup of nuttela fresh bread has walked – roads from the esophagus to the stomach extended to the intestine 12 fingers and will eventually end in the bathroom.
After a brief briefing, I immediately prepared to be ready.
One hour and thirty minutes, the news I brought with me this junior fellow was finally finished.After the short closing meeting, I immediately headed for the changing room to pick up my luggage.
“Mbak Nita, tomorrow the broadcast change the same mas Fano yes his partner mbak” Kru Creative part or what I do not really understand this part is approaching me
“Late – end of this ratting is slightly decreased mbak, maybe if mbak in pair again the same mas Fano rattingnya will rise again”
“Ratting down not because the news we bring is indeed lacking quality huh ? it is no longer so there is a topic that can make the community enthusiastic so it is not because the news anchor”
“I just convey mbak, this is also a verdict from the upper party. If you want to complain please just directly”
I don't know why I don't like Fano's mas, not because of his behavior in front of the camera, but because of something that slightly disturbed my life.
It is better for me to teach junior than to be paired with him actually, but if this is how to complain then there will be no action.
While the road to the parking lot, my – prank idle open my Instagram application. A lot of notifications came in, marking me in comments about politics that somehow I was less interested in the world.
Many DMs from some of my readers in the world, and there is one DM that makes me immediately interested to open it after reading the user name.
Yuanita Assalamualaikum.
Loh not this …. My heart was beating for some reason.
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