Gold And Diamond
Part 34 "Overnight Plan"
Don't forget to pray. Bismillah. đ¤
You don't want to write math problems on the board. He tapped his pen to the table. Wiggling feet. Daydreaming for a moment at a glance at the handsome face.
"I guess I'll see you later Mr. Abi no, huh?" his inner.
He stared at the clock. In less than fifteen minutes. Lips pouting. He put his forehead to the table. Counting seconds according to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
He turned his head, whispering, "Write it about dong!"
His friend returned his gaze. "Religion. It's a lot of. Just a picture of Males."
"Ngorgeous. My hapek can be confiscated with Mr. Boim later."
"Well, write it down."
"Later home from school you take pictures, yes. You send. I'm not concerned anymore."
"Think what? Fall in love with Sharif lo." His friend held back the giggles.
"No. It's so good you said it."
"So he's been here a lot to catch you. Buy you eat. Also a snack."
"Even if he likes it. Let him fight. He is a man. Like yes pursued and do not give up dong."
His face drew closer. Say more softly. "Who are you ready to be pursued by Sharif?"
Kala remained silent. "Hehe. Not really."
"Be careful you are. Remember that Sharif is a smart boy. He can do anything for the girl he likes. There are people who keep chasing even if they are rejected. What kind of Sharif is that?"
"Oh, no. He's really nice. But that's kind of it, huh. Weird."
The bell moans loudly. Learning over. Students move from the classroom to the parking lot. Mela hunts down the steps of Kala and Ruma. Sejurus holding the hands of his two best friends from the middle.
"La, I asked, but an honest answer, yes!"
Kala's forehead is wrinkled. "Why?"
"You want mode, huh?" Mela glanced suspiciously. Then, smilingly looked at Ruma. "I last night your gibahin was the same as Ruma. We have that guess. Bener, right? Yes, kaaaan?"
Kala. Hiding a shy face. Then, it even throbbed without looking at Mela and Ruma. Then the two friends laughed indistinctly while staring at each other.
"Hooee!" Sharif on the second floor yelled. Tell Kala, Mela, and Ruma to wait in front of the gate.
"Yes I wait in front," cried Mela.
Five minutes they waited.
"Come on!" Sharif riding his mountain bike.
"Wasn't it been a long trip?" ask Ruma to Sharif.
"Service if it's a surgery. Half an hour maybe. Could be more."
"Busyeet, bye. Crazy, ye. Oh, I'm half an hour of surgery. Mending I go home and keep taking the bike."
"Eh, our moron. Yesterday why we didn't go to school with a motorbike, anyway. Not on my mind" said Ruma.
"How come?" Kala asked.
"To my house. I'll be a bit of a grainy."
Kala asked, "Your Papa's carkeeper, Rip?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Can too. Yes that's it. From pesen greb."
"But if we don't get tired, we don't get tired" Mela thought.
"Everywhere, Block. You go home in the same direction as us. From my house you did not return. Go straight home." Sharif directed Mela.
"Yes, shit. Manut."
In the car.
"Not exciting, anyway, we're going there by car. Try if we go through that looks like a really high school kid."
"Yes we are still uniform, La," replied Ruma.
Ten minutes later.
"Eh, the stall just opened it." Get out of the car first. Then, spread his gaze around. A short look at the BB Najah building. Instantly he smiled. Shown the persistence of the figure of Abimana.
Sharif precedes the road.
Mela and Ruma teach Kala steps. Ruma whispered, "Let's not see you."
Mela mocked by assuring Ruma's prayer which was just joking.
"Oh, what the fuck, you guys. Gaje." Kala hastened the pace.
Syarif chose a seat under the fan.
"This is delicious. By adem. La, yok pesen."
"This is Mr Abi's shop?"
"Yes. Uh, but I'm the one who asked, Rip. You sit down." Kala stood. Put down his backpack.
Sharif according.
Roaring. Calling lirih. "Mister Abi's mother? Assalamuaikum, Grandpa?"
"Yes waalaikumsalam. Momentary sec. Another lift tempe. Not for long, Mother." Mr. Abi's mother shouted loudly.
"Stttt...Still fried tempeh, Rip."
The three of them looked. "Wait a minute" said Syarif.
A moment later, Pak Abi's mother came out carrying some tempe mendoan. "Then, huh?"
"Norgh, Buk. I am the same friends here. As promised yesterday at hypermart."
"Alhamdulillah. Stop by once. What's the pesen?"
"Ngapunten asked for a list of his menus first, Buk."
"Here it's a buffet stall, Ma'am. The menu."
Kala grinned. Failed focus.
"But, how is it still quiet, Buk?"
"Just opened. Employees are still in the middle of cooking the other menu. What do you want to wait to choose the menu as usual?"
"Wait a minute, Buk."
Kala. "Sstttt?"
Mela moves her chin-why?
"Here's the buffet. Some of the menu is still cooked. Just wait, okay?"
Mela and Ruma nodded.
"You wait for Mr. Abi. I don't think Mr. Abi's home yet."
"Wait a minute, Buk."
"Oh, yes." Mr. Abi's mother arranged some side dishes on a large plate.
"Hmm...if you can know which house to sell?"
"Besides the LBB, Nduk. House paint gray fence tralis."
"Woh, ngggeh ngggeh." Shut up for a second. "Your.mmm...Mr Abi hasn't come home yet?"
"Yet. God willing in a moment if not Friday prayers at the cottage."
"Ooh..." She complained disappointed.
"The bus does not know, yes, on Friday if he can turn to dream or become a preacher."
"Snapjeh. I'll sit down, Buk."
"Yes, please!"
Two couples came straight to the food shelves. Mr. Abi's mother told one of the women to sit at the cashier's table. Kala observed that.
"About the typical woman Mr. Abi likes who, huh? Mr. Abi santri, is santri also his type?" his inner. His eyes were always drawn towards the door. Look at whoever comes in. He hoped that Abimana would suddenly appear there, then greet him.
Hope was soon fulfilled. Shortly after Kala sat down. Abimana actually appeared at the door carrying a black crackle bag. He gave the crackle to his mother.
"Donat, Buk."
"Donat again?" Kala wonder. Because just yesterday bought a donut and now it has bought it again. "If you like it, yes." The blushing time. Anxious.
Abimana's mother told him. Abhimana then turned to Kala and his friends.
"Not the same as Nana?" tanyanya.
"Oh, Onni.that's, sir, Onni's not home yet. That's where we came straight here."
"Bicycle rake? There's no bike in front."
"Wear Sharif's vehicle, sir."
"Eghemmm..beh, my throat is very tight. I swear." Mela started acting.
"Drink." Ruma shifts mineral water on the table.
Sharif pretended to be cuek. In fact, he actually did not like Mela and Ruma acting like that.
"Sir Abi, yesterday Kala brought us here" said Mela.
Kala immediately kicked Mela's leg slowly.
"Punten Pak Abi's. Yesterday I promised. So, I'm here. Than alone." Kala defended herself.
"OKAY. Thanks though. Come here often. There is a celebration at home can pesen here. I'll discount later." Just like Vey who is passionate when offering his efforts to others.
