Gold And Diamond
Part 35 "Falling in Love"

"Ready, Mr. Abi. When I leave, I do too." Ruma. Thumbs up with a cheerful face.

Abimana came inside.

"Diem you, Mel." Pouty time. His eyes glare.

"What's? I what? My people don't do anything."

"No. It doesn't sound good. Shame to know, Mel, Mel." Kala slightly stretched his back.

Ruma looked at Sharif. "Rip, diem bae you. By dong!"

"That's funny when you come out with girls. Rames."

"Lu himself will too. Who's wrong." Ruma sneered.

If it were not for Kala inviting, Sharif would not have been willing.

"Eh, I know. I know." Mela guess. He smiled indistinctly. "Because of him, right?" His eyes slightly glanced at Kala who was focused on the mobile phone screen.

"May not be lo. So girls don't keep talking." Sharif threatens. It was precisely his expression that made Mela's laughter escape even more.

Ruma whispered, "I have a recipe, Rip."

"Okaya." Sharif. Take food.

"Well, he's dead lice." Mela scoffed.

"La, choose Sharif what is your Mr Abi?" whispered Mela.

"I'm the one who chooses." Ruma winked. Sullenly.

"I'm nanyin Kala."

"Lu was bego what, anyway? Yes Kaleee Kala answer your question. No way." Then looking. "Really, right, La?"

"What? You two are weird."

However, it was clear Kala's heart would choose Abimana. Over time, the feeling grows on its own. He said there was nothing wrong with feeling. In fact, it came without being asked.

"La, La, I just want to talk. Ati-ati, yes if you like the rich guy Mr. Abi."

Kala glanced at Mela. "Why?"

"I'm sure, sir Abi already has a candidate."

"Mmm.yes let it go. It's not my business, Mel."

"Mending with Sharif. Let's get you a pentol-rich bulb. Njajan terosss." Mela giggles. Looking at Sharif at a glance.

Ruma added, "Fell in love with rich man Mr. Abi must be ready to be heartbroken."

"What are you sure I like about Mr Abi?"

Ruma lip smear. "Yes we are both women. You must know how you feel now."

Kala, Mela, and Ruma fell silent. Syarif returned with a plate full of rice, vegetables, and side dishes.

"Take, La!" He sent Kala.

Mela and Ruma got up. The food menu has increased.

"Oh, yes...Onni you don't have a boyfriend or a candidate like that, huh, La?"

"Had, Rum. But..." He hung the entong in his hand. Looking at Ruma on his left. "For there to be trouble."

"Who's the guy?"

"Bang Kafil is his name. Look at his sosmed. Kaf under score one."

"Yes a canuuun."

"Why, Mel?" ask Kala and Ruma together.

Mela's uniform was exposed to the chicken lodho.

"Later to go home straight to wash."

"La, if you're our aid worker, by the way. We can help you. For example, you need someone to help you. I'm the same Mela nawarin gini because I think you and Onni are trying too hard. Not wrong. But, honestly, yeah sometimes look at your face it's me sometimes. This is me seriously. I can take care of my mother. My mother knows we're in office."

"Thank you, yeah. But, like Onni feels she can do it without help."

And, accidentally Mela walked not too focused so nudged the legs of an empty chair. He fell down and the plastic plates he was carrying spilled. Nasian. He became the center of attention. Ruma and Kala glared. Hurry to put their plates down.

"Be careful, Mel," said Kala. He helped Mela stand up.

"Nglamun what, anyway? Chairs are stumbling all over" whispered Ruma. "It's a shame, no," he continued. He looked to the left. People were watching while whispering.

"My uniform is all dirty. Want to go to the bathroom. Not comfortable with the sauce."

"Yes it's a little shit." Kala approached Abimana who was near the cashier.

"It's okay to be cleaned with employees. Ma'am, please sweep it." Abimana immediately responded to the face of Kala who was guilty and hesitant.

"Snapjeh. Sir, but Mela wants permission to go to the bathroom. The uniform has to be white. He's not comfortable."

Abimana told Mela to follow in her footsteps. Meanwhile, Kala and Ruma followed.

"just enter. There's no one inside. There was only a Princess's Cessation in the room. Just straight. I'll see you in the bathroom."

Mela doubt. It turns out he also peed.

"This is Mr Abi's house?"

"Yes. Gapapa I let you in. Friends, La!" He looked back for a moment.

Take two steps forward. Nodding.

"I'll go back then" whispered Ruma to Kala. He immediately left.

"Thank you, Mr. Abi. I'm permission to enter." Mela. Remove the sandals and start to tread the moss green ceramic terrace.

Mela. "Did." Goggled.

Kala. His steps stopped too. Failed to focus on the number of trophies displayed in the glass cabinet to his left.

"La, this oath is more than yours. There are fifty more of these. Maddened..Jan super, Oh God." Mela did not stop crying. He forgot that he was in someone's house.

Mela. Then, force Kala to accompany him.

"It's cool, yeah," he whispered. "Auto can't sleep you, La. Ntar you must have imagined the face of Mr. Abi who is handsome like an Indian man." Then giggled.

Kala. He was already too ordinary to listen to Mela chattering in her corner.

"Here go in! He said kebelet." Kala. Lean on the wall.

It is true, Mela said. This time he was absolutely certain he had fallen in love even though it was not at first sight. He placed his palm, right at the center of the voice where the heart was beating. Creating a smile later. And, Abiman was his first love. Her heart had been tethered to the figure of an adult man whose attitude was too cold to accept her warm love.

"Oh my God, what does all this mean? Does that mean he'll be my soul mate?" He smiled again.

Mela who opened the door immediately nodded. "I guessed it," he said later.

Correcting the expression. Hiding happy.

"Choose Sharif what Mr Abi?" Mela plays her eyebrows. Repeatedly degrading.

"What do I choose."

"Yee."

"You said three. Sharif what Mr. Abi. Yeah, I choose what."

Instantly they both gasp. Abhimana poked suddenly at the door. It was glared at plonga-plongo.

"Sir Abi heard that, didn't he? Duuuuh," Inner Kala.

"Thank you, Mr. Abi," said Mela.

Kala immediately pulled Mela's hand. Before stepping to the door, Kala had slowed down his pace just to see the trophies once again. In fact, he told Mela to leave him. Mela forbade, but she said she wanted to talk, asking Abimana about the scholarship to Cairo. Mela also gave up. But, actually Kala only want to see one by one the cup from up close.

Provincial-level jujitsu champion, MFQ champion (Musabaqah Fahmil Qur'an/intelligent Quran meticulous), district and provincial pole qiroatul competition champion, national-level poetry musical champion, international tahfiz champion Holy Quran Dubai. Of the many courses that Abimana followed, Abimana often obtained achievements in tahfiz, meticulous intelligence, and polar qiroatul. Kala could not help his admiration. He really is fascinated.