About A Taste

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Wardah persuaded Gus Hasan to stop at the souvenir center. Quite difficult as it turns out, Wardah to ask for help from mbak-mbak who sat in the back seat.

This is Wardah now. Center for souvenirs from the border of Jombang city. Wardah chose snacks to take home. For home, also for her best friend Anisa. He wanted to visit his dear friend. Back home.

Oh yea! Wardah's house is actually close to Anisa yaa, just different villages only. Yes, although close, they only know when they are still in the pesantren. Hehe.

"Don't do much, you will have trouble carrying it," said Gus Hasan who turned out to follow Wardah from behind.

"Astaghfiullah! Guus, kok ngagetin anyway.... My family is only 1, there are many... It must be fair dong," replied Wardah while putting snacks in his basket.

He does not need to be confused how to take it, later if you want to take a bus just ask for help Gus Hasan. Wkwkwk.

Wardah doesn't need to pass the bus later. So, when he reached his village, the one who brought his baggage must be Brother Joseph. Hehe.

"Let me pay" said Gus Hasan, who took over Wardah's shopping.

"Lh! Lho! Lho! It can't be Gus, I'll pay" said Wardah who panicked.

"Huuss! Don't be noisy. Shame on people... Umi who told payin, you just obey," replied Gus Hasan who began to be close to the cashier.

Wardah is clingy! (Silent silence), when it comes to the envoys of Umi and Abah Kyai.

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Sure enough, it turns out, Gus Hasan without being asked for help, has already sent Wardah's luggage to the bus.

"Lho! Do you still have a little sister to Gus? Tak kirain njenengan last child you know! His neng studied at the Islamic University in the city?" Ask the bus kernet who turns out to be familiar with Gus Hasan.

"Lho! I'm not Gus Hasan's sister, sir" Wardah answered quickly.

"Here, there go in!" Gus Hasan pushed Wardah in and immediately sat in the passenger seat.

"Titip the little boy yes sir, take care to the destination safely sentosa. Make sure he gets picked up by his brother" Gus Hasan said, Wardah did not hear him because Gus Hasan said that when the driver and the bus kernet were still outside.

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The rice fields along the road look so beautiful at dusk. Although he has often seen rice fields, Wardah still likes it very much. Unceasing admiration for the charm of nature before his eyes.

"Neng, that's Gus Hasan's candidate ta?" Ask the bus kernet who suddenly sat in the seat next to Wardah which had been empty since.

"I'm not Kyai Pak's son, I don't need to be called Neng" Wardah replied.

"Yo ndak papa to, wong Sundanese people also call Neng," said the father, said,

"Mekar Sari Village is still yes sir?" Wardah asked to try to divert the conversation.

"Emm, ndak... Fifteen minutes left. It seems that you have not been home for a long time, to the point of forgetting the road, hehehe" replied the father. Actually Wardah knows, just to divert the conversation.

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Out of the bus, Wardah escorted the driver to the waiting room. Looks like the gaffer really holds the mandate, wkwkwk.

Yusuf was not yet seen. The phone was not picked up, but said Mother she had left for the terminal.

"I'm not my own father, sir, if you want to go please," said Wardah gently, afraid if thought to drive away.

"I'll accompany Neng, you rest" replied the father. I don't want Wardah to let the father be with him. Clearly visible facial features that show a tinge of fatigue.

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