ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXII: Not CLBK

The chirping of finches boisterously sounded as the sun peered over the universe. Half-hurry I went to college. I can't wait to tell Darwis the good news. The prayer that he prayed was revealed by God. A news that had been awaited with a thumping feeling.

Last night, a phone call from Lusi slightly interrupted my dinner. The day before, I was less tasteful because I had a lot to take care of on campus. As a result the lunch hour so missed.It turns out that the busyness of the mountains can divert hunger. Be aware when the stomach feels like it's pinched.

When I looked at the watch, the time was docked at three in the afternoon. For lunch, it was too slow. His name was no longer lunch, but lunch. Better combine it with dinner. After all, the appetite to devour something suddenly disappeared.

I decided to eat meatballs for energy intake at night. It seems that this stomach is not friendly with rice. Want a warm sauce plus spicy chili, so that the condition of the stomach that is not filled with food since noon is a little relieved.

After praying Isya, I was on standby, looking for the last place so as not to meet many people I know. My favorite place is always the end. In this place I feel free to watch the visitors who come in and out of the stalls.

Mr. Kus, the meatball seller has already pitched the meatballs I want. Without sauces and soy sauce, the sauce is slight, the pentol is rough, and it only wears yellow noodles.

Drrrtt!

Just biting the first pentol, my phone shook. I actually hate it when eating is interrupted by the phone. I usually don't lift. This time I checked who was calling.

Susi Ex is calling ....

The writing was clearly read on the phone screen. Since this is important, I reduced the activity of ingesting pentols. Immediately I picked up, I greeted him with a sweet sentence. This is important to do in a lobby, so that what we want can reach the goal.

“Halo Lusi,” my friendly sap.

“Halo, Bi. Why else? Repot no?” tanya Lusi was no less friendly.

“Mmm. No, this is again eating meatballs only.”

I put the pentol I had broken using the fork into the bowl.

“Make sure Pak Kus yes?” guess Lusi.

“Kok you know?”

Lusi's question was beyond belief. Didn't expect him to remember my meatballs. I never bought him or told him about it. How could he know? Don't-don't during college he spy on me?

“Yes how do you not know? The only meatball that tastes really collectible Pak Kus. The rough pentol tasted the beef. Moreover kuahnya ... pakuh, why am I a kangen ya?”

“Iya anyway ...” I replied short.

I purposely did not bait him into wondering further into my life, or scavenging for old memories that had been passed.

Make what? Open old wounds?

“When should I play in Surabaya, can I see you?” ask Lusi again.

Tuiiing-tuiying-tuiying!

The alarm alarm alarm started to sound. That's a sign I can't give Luci a chance to dig further. I immediately decided on the conversation.

However I still have morals, will not disturb the household of others. Besides, I still have my pride.

“If it's your husband I want. But if I don't want to!” my firmness.

So, how do you talk about this? I wanted to ask about the development of Darwis.

“Iya, same husband kok ..” said Lusi.

“Eh, how? Have you been asked to the husband? Can the Dervish work practice at the husband?” my many.

“Kata Mas Ilham could have. Send me the proposal, or if you want to come directly to the factory, I will pass the address,” said Lusi.

“Oh, use proposal too? Kirain is not because of her own friend.” I let out a breath.

“My friend is Darwis. If the husband is not. Just ask him to make his proposal. Also make formality. He said yesterday it could have been. I promoted Darwis,” said Lusi.

“Wah, thank you very much Lusi. I can't wait to know him,” my passion.

“Later the proposal send to Malang can, or directly to the factory can also. But it is better to Sidoarjo anyway, because in the near future I will move with my husband to Sidoarjo,” said Lusi.

The distance of Sidoarjo-Surabaya is only one hour drive when it is not jammed. That is, the distance between me and Lusi is getting closer. I must be vigilant and not tempted. Because, the name khilaf can say hello at any time. Who knows, my faith is down and then do khilaf.

I'm ending that dangerous conversation. I immediately finished the meatballs that were in front of me. Suddenly the taste buds that had been stirred up, now began to evaporate. However, I would like to immediately pass on this news to Darwis.

As I had expected, Darwis looked excited. If I hadn't prevented it, he would have hugged me. Fortunately I was avoiding.

“Now don't delay anymore, make there the proposal!” my orders.

“This is what makes the actual males!” lamented Dervish.

“So as it pleases, you can enter directly practical work like in your ancestral company? Without that effort? Insyaf you yes. Thank goodness there are already those who want to stay, given the ease of living for proposals aja still use nawar-nawar. Was ah! I don't want to take care of you anymore!” my nag.

Darwis.

My frustration peaked. Really, I can't understand this species of model Dervish at all. Just make a proposal there is still a sense of laziness. Such a generation slows down the progress of a nation. Mental laziness that must be overhauled to the roots.

“Iya later I make it!” Darwis.

“Terasu! Who needs you!” I left Darwis with a feeling of annoyance.

Though before my spirit was burning, it turns out that the Darwis reception tends to be ordinary, even accompanied by a feeling of laziness.

What kind of mental is this?

I soon forgot about Darwis. Sometimes he has to learn to make his own choices in life, in order to have a sense of responsibility. Not always hanging others.

Tired mind and physical all day beaten by various activities. Lying down for a while on the mattress may reduce this fatigue.

Drrrtt!

Phone's vibrating. Since my feelings were bad again, there was no intention to lift. Just a little identity caller.

Oh, Dahlia!

No wind no rain suddenly Dahlia called? A few days ago we still met. Want to take driving training again?

“Dahlia?” my broom.

“Hai Bi? Relax again huh? Sori. Dervish just called me, whining for help to make a proposal. But I don't know about this. What the hell does this mean?”

Oh, my God, Dervish!

“Do not want!” sewot.

“For a long time neither do I, Bi.”

“If you help him, you'll be just like him, Lia. Until when does he want to? Being a person who is not independent and responsible. Let him do his own business.”

“Ntar he's angry loh!”

“Absolutely the same Darwis? He may not be angry. What needs us more is him. Just calm. If you want to be angry, let's be angry. Until when can he survive?”

“So how is it? We're not helping him?”

“Neventless. Reason what cake!”

“OK, Bi!”

The conversation was interrupted.

I want to see how far Darwis struggles in this condition.

Good Luck, Dervish!

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