
"Yes Allaaaaah."
He touched the glass cabinet. "Nular godumma, Gusti."
"Mama? My mom wants me to be rich. So proud of Mama. But, Mama was called first." The chest was suddenly painful. His eyes also shed. He used the tip of his veil to wipe.
"I miss, Mama. Kangeeen, Ma." He buried the medal in his chest.
When sitting in a chair. Take a look at that medal.
Ruma and Mela outside waving. Tell him to leave immediately.
"Why you?"
"No papa, Rum. My mother's inget is doing."
Mela doesn't talk. He almost wanted to mock.
"Yeah!" Kala precedes the step.
"Who do you think pantes are the same, anyway?"
"Mel, you why, really, bother. That's Kala's business. He's sad that you're still talking about a soul mate."
"If it's Mr. Abi, I'm afraid he's disappointed."
"That's sure?"
Mela whispered, "That's not the problem. I was intentionally mistaken, yes. Why fitting the first time Mr. Abi said hello who asked instead Onninya Kala."
"Maybe they're close friends. Old friend.it could be."
Mela looked more seriously. "Well that's the problem. Old love is back. There is no such thing as a pure feeling.if there are girls as same as men. One of them must have liked it first. Want examples? It's clear. Shah-riff. She obviously likes it the same way."
"That's Sharif. Not Mr. Abi, Mel. Let's not talk about that now."
They step in line.
"I just care. Do we need to clarify Kala's feelings. We keep telling Mr Abi? Good idea isn't it?"
"No. Not good at all. Shame is his name. We can tarnish the name Kala if if Pak Abi does not like it. Tega you?"
Mela smears lips.
"After all, yes, we can't see Mr. Abi often."
"Take it too." Bela mangosteen.
"We wait a minute. We will definitely tell the same story. He's not ready yet. Hey, suddenly I was thinking what would happen if Kala suddenly got married and we weren't told."
"Emang tablets."
"I hope it never happens."
Arrive at home.
I heard a high voice from inside. He was surprised and immediately ran. Leave his shoes on the terrace.
His steps suddenly stopped. Dare not come near. He sees Vey being grumpy with someone on how much the phone calls.
"Who's angry with you?" his inner.
Kala. He's back on the porch.
"I've never seen such a rich Onni. Why about?" When I look back. Eavesdropping from the door.
"I'll accept Uncle's offer." Vey confirmed in a tone full of disappointment. He ended the phone.
"What offer? Same name as Gus Omar?" batin Kala's. He came in and pretended he had just arrived. I also pretend not to listen to anything. As soon as I tested whether Vey would tell me without him asking.
"I'm home, Onni. Out of the shop of Mr. Abi. Mr. Abi nanyain Onni." He wasn't sure Vey would respond.
"Leave it." Vey answered. He's looking for a kettles on the table. Then, pour a glass of water. Sit down and drink it.
Kala immediately changed his uniform, prayed, and recited a quarter of his new memorization. For over half an hour he did it all. From his room, he had a glance outside the room, seeing Vey sitting on the floor while diving foot-dreaming.
Kala doesn't know what Vey is worried about. He could only guess from one last sentence before Vey hung up. According to him, Vey had a serious problem with Kafil until he decided to accept Uncle Gani's offer in an angry and desperate tone.
Vey rising. Go to the room where he keeps all his masterpieces. There he stood in front of the painting, a portrait of himself with Kala which he had shown Abimana at the time.
"It's not easy, Dad. I can't keep going strong. Dad said I had to be stronger than Kala. But, Dad.Sometimes I want to cry," Vey's inner. The water decays accidentally. Form a vertical line on the cheek. Chests wheezing.
"There is no Father. There is no Mamah. If only I could repeat time. God, why suddenly my chest is filled with. It's like there's a long-buried sadness, but only I can get it out."
Kala peeked at Vey. Stick your cheeks in the door frame while guessing. He couldn't stand it because he wanted to know.
"Onni, why don't you ever want to tell me the same story?" Kala to the point.
Vey looked quickly.
"What's the story about?" Vey raised his voice.
"Case, Onni. Don't get rich gini. Am I immature enough to hear Onni's complaint? Haaa?"
"There's nothing." Trying to turn his face. Then, culling.
"Onni, don't switch the conversation." Kala is chasing the steps.
"Why is Onni suddenly willing to accept Uncle's offer? Has Bang Kafil not fought for Onni yet?"
Vey hush.
Kala kept asking questions. "Did Bang Kafil really deceive Onni?"
Vey looked quickly again. "Be quiet, La! Kafil never fooled me. Know what you're about him." Suddenly hot atmosphere. She's dizzy. Weary. Disillusioned. Added to the question Kala which he thought was not necessary to ask.
"Especially because I don't know. Onni never told me. Don't blame me if I guess as well as I do, Onni."
"Listen to me, La! He never cheated me. You heard it's fine." Vey glares. He didn't want to hear that word come out of Kala's mouth.
The heart starts not beating normally. "Then, because of what?"
Vey holds both of Kala's shoulders. "Because Mama told you to be a reciter of the Quran. That's obvious." Vey's gone.
"meaning?"
Vey ignored.
"What does Onni mean? Because Mama told me to be a Quran memorizer. Yeah I know. But why that reason?"
Kala is getting curious. He's hunting Vey.
"Onni?"
"Eat, gih! I bought fried chicken. I've been teasing the same sambel pedes." Vey said without staring. Then, enter the room. Closing the door hard.
If that was the case, Kala could only wait until the atmosphere got better again. Living independently does sometimes make Vey a woman who feels able to do it alone. I live without depending on others.
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