The betrayal of my best friend
Village house
After I finished Junior High, I moved again to live in my first mas house.Side bnyk romantic story that I got one of them met a man who became my husband to this day.
Hello new day, new place, also new school.also with new teachers and friends"baru🤗.
That morning I was ready to go home after yesterday I received my Junior High .Before I applied to SMU which is close to the residence of mas zhen (name of my first mas) I intend to go home after a long time not to meet my father and mother, because msh there is quite a long time before the new school year.On the way home boarding klotok boat I met a new friend named Guntur, a fun guy friend ,connect invited to chat especially I rate him a guy alim because of his calm, calm and polite character.The face that looks like a soap opera star at that time,lbh exactly like Gunawan soap opera star is also a candy advertising star who feels semriwing when eating 😁😁.Ganteng yes certainly dong..cook yes similar artist not handsome🤭.I am a sweet girl with a calm character and polite and firm words also smart seems to be able to make him fascinated at first sight,all the way in the boat klotok that we hrs take 2 hours more to get to our village,it turned out that he was the nephew of the health worker in my village and it turned out that he was a health vocational student and he advised me to continue school at that vocational school (maybe that way he could deket times yes with me🤭)me answer"later try to negotiate with the family first yes mas".I am used to calling it mbak or mas for a friend who is older than me ,dri chat at length I finally drew the conclusion mas Guntur alim also intelligent people are also wise.Finally the village we are headed is in sight and finally me and the thunder mas separated because it turns out I have been picked up bpk at the klotok boat dock, I came home with a camel bike by my beloved father, wise man I🤗setiba at home has been welcomed by my beloved mother who despite being old ttp looks beautiful🤗. Assalamualaikum mother, the sentence I always say when meeting someone.yah.I was educated by bpk mother with good, good religious pondation anyway, I was educated by bpk mother, polite and meek words.Wa'alaikum greetings my youngest" said my mother.hugged, caressed, kissed my face with eyes full of longing.Maybe the mother is very kangen with her colossal child😁.Because the journey is very tiring my stomach was asked to be filled with fuel so that my energy back full.My favorite chicken passport is already available with my favorite bandung crackers, hmmm..... its aroma makes me impatient to quickly" eat it. right...enak , delicious ,yummy, up to 3x plus 🤭...mom and dad look at me happily because it is so greedy to eat the dishes available like never met with chicken opor hundreds of years😁.After eating my prayer pampit duhur first krna has set time and another half hour enters the prayer time ashar.kubuka hijab I wear and immediately take water wudhu.Sholat duh yepet jdi after prayer I intend reading the Qur'an and its translation while waiting for the time of the Ashar prayer,I met my mother and father who were behind the house while harvesting guava which was deliberately left for me.Iya sbelm exam SMP father mother had visited me from there ortu I knew the schedule to return to my village after the completion of the diploma..parents who love me very much.so what other favors are lacking?that is why I am always grateful to be born in the middle of this family even though it is less everything I am very happy.
