Destiny Love Nirmala

Joseph

In front of a rice stall, the purple-hooded girl parked her second-wheeled vehicle. A sweet smile covered her eyes, she walked excitedly.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am Ina.." shouted Nirmala with eyes looking for the whereabouts of the owner of the rice stall.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." replied someone. However, it was not the person that the girl was looking for. "There's a future for me, will you?" a young man asked Nirmala.

"Yes Bang, Mala looking for mom. This is Mala bawain fried pesenan mother." Nirmala lifted the plastic container, showing the young man before her.

The young man wearing a white shirt, nodded his head. "So soon, I'll call you madam boss!"

"What's Madam Boss-Mrs Boss?" Bu Ina suddenly came out of the kitchen and twisted his son's ear.

"Forgive Mak..." lamented the young man. "Sir, lelatin or shame on Neng geulis."

Ms. Ina chuckled, "There's no need to tease Mom's daughter. Go to college! Let your life not be difficult like Mom!"

"Tuh Bang, let's go with Mom. Go to college there! Mala also wanted to go to college, but the money for college entrance fees was still lacking" said Nirmala.

"You become a child must be smart to be grateful. See Neng Nirmala .. want to lecture just have to slam bones, squeeze sweat. You are asking for money just like Mom, lazy college songs!" cerocos Ina's mother to her son.

"Yes Mak, yes... Joseph went to college. Let me marry Neng Mala," joked Yusuf to make his mother shake her head.

Nirmala also laughed at the behavior of the mother and child. However, her inner self suddenly felt bland because she missed the parental affection she never got.

"Neng, why frown?" asked Ina's mother who saw the ripples of difference on Nirmala's face. "Mother's son offended you?" ask again.

Nirmala bobbles head. "No, Mak, Nirmala was just kangen mama. Since birth, Nirmala has not felt the affection of her mother...."

Ina's mother approached, then hugged the body of the girl with the purple veil. "Suppose this mother is your mother. Mother dear.sama Neng Nirmala. You are a good girl as well... Mom's lucky to know Neng."

"Thank you Mak" replied Nirmala who also grabbed Ina's mother.

"Who the hell put an onion in here?" jelakar Yusuf rubbed his eyes. He quickly came out of the stall because he did not want to be caught crying by anyone.

"Woy Yusuf... Tumben did not ask for gas money with Mom?" ina's mother shouted because her son just left. Yusuf looked at him and drove his motorcycle.

"Crying he's gone!" said Ina's mother while opening the lid of the plastic container. "Yusuf seems to be a slengean, but he's actually a good boy. His heart is easily touched. The proof just now, mewek!" Ina's mother moved the fried food from inside the container onto a tray that was inside the rice wagon.

"Yes Mak.. bang Yusuf is good," said Nirmala to help remove fried foods. "Mala Seneng met good people like Mom also bang Yusuf."

Ina's mother stopped her activities and placed her right hand over Nirmala's shoulder. He spoke with a serious tone. "Trust me son. The good man will meet the good man also."

"God willing, Mak.." - Nirmala rubbed the shoulders of the middle-aged woman in front of her. "Let's continue again Mak, there are still many fried foods in the container." Nirmala took the seal and took out the food until it was left alone.

"How big is this Neng?" ask Mother Ina while remembering the number of fried foods she ordered.

"One hundred thousand Mak .. as always," answered Nirmala politely.

"Eh ... fried prices 'not rising? Cooking oil is expensive, Neng!" Ina's mother took out three pieces of fifty thousand from the wallet. "This is Neng, take it...."

"Nothing, consider it a bonus from Mak." Ina's mother clasped Nirmala's hand and patted her gently. "More there is little sustenance. Consider it to make pocket money," he added with a simple look.

Nirmala's eyes glazed over, for him fifty thousand was very large. "Thank you, Mom. May your sustenance be smoother .. more blessed."

"Aamiin.." said Ina's mother with her hands up and then rubbed on her face. "Where is Neng going? Still working at Uni Ara's flower shop?"

"Still Mak. It was uni Ara who was very good, Nirmala was at home working there."

"Yes already pretentious there, do not make the uni wait for long," said Ina's mother patted Nirmala's shoulder once.

"Iya Mak. but the plastic container Mala tipped first Mak. Later coming home from the store, Mala take it here," said Nirmala pulled Ina's mother's arm. "Nirmala go first, Mak." The girl in shahdu kissed the back of the woman's hand in front of her respectfully.

Ina's mother was moved and rubbed the back of the girl who was bending over. "Yes Neng... Mother Doain, one day Neng Nirmala became a successful child. You can go to high school...."

"Aamiin. thank you for the meaning of his prayer." Nirmala paused for a few seconds. "Assalamu'alaikum's chat...."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." replied Ina's mother. "Be careful, Neng, don't talk!" ina's mother shouted as Nirmala started wearing her helmet. Nirmala nodded her head and took herself to the next place.

...*** ...

The University of Cahaya Bangsa

"Wuih... money loe a lot continue huh?" ask a girl friend of Nala.

Nala was fanning out a few hundred thousand pieces of money in front of her face. "Yes dong, I'm the son of the sultan. Stay nadahin palm, bokap directly give me a lot of money."

"Can you dong, 'at noon treat we-we eat in the cafeteria? I want to eat good!" sahut one of Nala's friends.

Nala shook her head. "Sorry gangs, this money is for tar malem clubbing. You guys follow, right?"

The two friends looked at each other and nodded their heads. "Follow dong! When are we going to clubbing. Gratis, right?"

"Safe!" sahut Nala then put back the money he showed off. Because the lecturer of fine arts courses has entered the room.

Throughout the lecture, Nala did not pay attention to what was presented by the lecturer. She was engrossed in thinking about her pretty nails without a care in pairs of eyes looking at her.

"Susanto Nala!" snapped the lecturer while hitting the table. "If you don't want to attend my classes, please leave the class!" throw the lecturer outraged.

Nala seemed indifferent to the snapping of her lecturer. He hung up his bag and moved up from the chair. "Thank you Prof. This is what I've been waiting for!"

Without the slightest shame and guilt Nala passed the lecturer and then out of the classroom. The lecturer growled and tightened his palms. "Let's just say you're a brash student. I'll avenge your disrespect this time!"

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