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Shameful but willing

"Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings Zahira entering his house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer his parents and his sister.

The other one sat down to watch television. Zahira immediately laid her body in the lap of the mother.

"Cie. who's dating all day with Adam. Must be really cool, right?" Goda Akmal saw her brother who had just returned home.

"Mad dong." Answer Zahira.

"Yesterday just want to be betrothed to cry." Mom's mouth pinched Zahira's nose making Dad immediately laugh.

"So, Mommy Hira is crying?" Akmal asked in disbelief.

"True Mal, he said your mother is afraid if she gets married. Your father forced your mother to accept the match." Said Mother.

Zahira poked her lips.

"Mr.. Ma'am, no shame what the same age of marriage is afraid of." Akmal sok sage.

"Little kids know what you are. That kid is just not ready. What easy to do to build a household." Zahira's annoyance at Akmal.

"How to now? I'm not afraid anymore, right?" Akmal asked, pulling down his eyebrows.

"Yes, obviously, I'm not afraid anymore, Dong Le. That would be Adam's son." Father also followed the flirt.

"Well..." Akmal and Mom laughed.

"Mr.." Zahira whined in shame.

"She's shy but willing." Cibir Akmal's.

Mom and Dad were still laughing.

"Udah ah, I entered the room. It's so good you guys are teasing me." With a frown Zahira walked into his room.

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The clock shows at 07:00 in the morning. The house was also deserted, Akmal left for school half an hour ago. I also went to the rice field. Zahira is still relaxing at home yet to leave for work. Mom went to the store to shop.

"Why aren't you ready to go to Nduk's work?" Ask Mom while putting a plastic bag containing her shopping items.

Zahira was so uncomfortable if her fingernails and legs were long. So, every nail of his hand is a little long he will immediately cut the impression to be neat.

"Today, you brought food, right Nduk?" Ask Mom.

"Yes Mak, bring me ready in the seat." Answer Zahira.

"Yes, wear a veil. It's been seven more than five minutes." The Mother's orders.

Zahira has taken a shower just to dress up neatly. That is polishing his face with a thin powder, wearing Liptin, lotion on both hands. Just put on her flagship quadrilateral veil. Do not forget to also spray his favorite fresh perfume and put the wallet and mobile phone into a sling bag.

"Presents." He murmured after his appearance was perfect.

"Mommy, Zahira's leaving. Assalamu'alaikum." Pamit Zahira shakes his mother's hand.

"Be careful Nduk on the road, Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer Mother.

Zahira turns on his motorbike down the streets of the village. Occasionally greet people who pass by on foot. Giving his friendly smile to the people he saw. The vehicle he was driving had already entered the highway. Zahira is never in a hurry in driving always at moderate speed.

Once at his workplace, the first thing he did was clean up the dust on the shelf, also helping his colleague sweep the floor even though there was already a duty in that section. For Zahira sweeping the floor is not an arduous task. Because if the floor is still dirty before the Self-service is opened, the owner will scold all employees.

"Ra, you check whatever stuff is up, this is the book." Said his co-worker.

"All this must be checked or in part?" Ask Zahira.

"Some of it will be shelves number 10 to 20 so that it is checked the same Early." Said again.

"Okay, I'm on duty first." Answer, then surround the shelf. Write whatever is finished. And handed over to the part in charge of supplying goods.

Visitors are quite crowded today. At the cashier was very overwhelmed. Until Zahira had to intervene, help put the items that have been counted in the computer machine into the plastic with the logo of his workplace.

"Huh, tired too." Zahira wiped the sweat on her forehead with a tissue after her work was done.

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