Because of Being Married Too Late

The Same Project

“Go to campus take motor,” send Abizar to WhatsApp Sukran.

“Cakeepp,” reply Sukran fast.

“In the middle of the road the tire leaked,” send it accompanied by a cry emoticon.

“Cakeepp.”

“Quick to here bro. Not this pantun, woyyy.” Abizar sent out a photo of his troubled motorcycle tire.

“What, sorry sorry bro. Kirain pantun earlier, I go there now.”

Sukran approached Abizar, after a few minutes he had arrived. With his help, in a matter of minutes the Abizar motorbike was already in the workshop.

Sukran and Abizar so late to participate in drama training, because they have to take care of the Abizar motorcycle tire first.

Problem solved, they're going to college. Before long, they entered a special room provided by the campus for art lovers like them.

“What's the first Ris?” ask Kikan who is sitting next to Risti.

“Against finding a good network,” says Risti while flipping his account.

“There is drinking water?” asked Abizar who had just arrived in the room.

Riki directly gave the remaining mineral water of Risti to Abizar. Risti does not realize the mineral water is taken Riki.

When the data card network is stable, it becomes thirsty. Wanted to drink but his mineral water was already spent by Abizar.

“What are you doing? Why are you wasting my drinking water?” risti scolds Abizar who holds his mineral water bottle.

“So this is not your drinking water?” abizar asked Riki. The freak smile from his best friend was clear enough to answer his question just now.

“Emang the real bestaiii you Rik. Riki, Riki, just embarrass me. Sorry Risti, I didn't know that this was your drinking water. So I spend, later I change ya.”

“Not to be replaced,” replied Risti by showing a crescent moon on her lips.

“You know him Zar?” ask Sukran.

“Your faces are similar,” said Sukran while looking at Risti and Abizar alternately.

Hearing that, Abizar and Risti became awkward. Riki finally took the initiative to dilute the atmosphere of awward. “Stupid times, so the face is similar. Try Jodi, her face is male.”

“Krik Krik Krik,” ledek Abizar on a crisp sounding Riki joke.

“All attention, the stage will be held next week. So, we have to practice seriously every day. For the story, we will be staging a novel called the Love Hypothesis. You all agree, right?” ask the chairman.

“Agree,” echo students who are there.

“For the cast of Mr. Dhiaz, we need an adult face. You alone,” appoint a chairman to Abizar.

“For the cast of Aisyah, we need the ones wearing hijab. Which is a bit chatty too. You seem to fit,” point it at Risti.

“Connected you three are friends, so Riki plays the role of Pak Sakti. Sukran so Pak Putra,” he continued.

And so on done by the chairman, divide the role on students who are willing to perform drama. The division of roles and drama scripts has now been completed by the chairman.

Because there was no business on campus, Risti went straight to the Hospital where his mother was treated. He entered the room with a gloomy face.

“Why you? Like people are upset,” asked Bu Sinar to his youngest child.

“I was chosen as the main actor on the stage of the campus drama ma, alhamdulillah play the role of assistant lecturer. But baby,” said Risti who just arrived in the room.

“Sweet why?” ask Bu Sinar curiously.

“Yang so the lecturer is Abizar ma.”

“Abizar? Who is he?” Bu Sinar focused his ears on Risti.

“That's ma, my ex-sister who was super duper brash.”

“Boybly's sister?”

“Iya ma.”