Fake Friend

Unique Gifts

Half a day helps mom and Aunt Devi make my body feel tired. The money given by Aunt Devi because she often helped him, a little can be saved to start my business later. Thank God that ordered a cake today is quite a lot.

Two more days My campus-by-campus shop will be open. I have my own cake shop. It's nice to have your own business. Slowly as time goes by my tombo nature through diminishes. The image that is always tacky when I am at home has started to lengthen his hair because all this time his hair is always short. Only his clothes still resembled a male stellan.

Maghrib Day, Aunt Devi's cake shop is also closed. I went back home to clean and pray Maghrib. At Dad's dinner table, Mom and Bang Raga waited for my presence to eat together.

I took my foot to the dining table and I saw the dining room was dark. I turned on the lights, and Dad and Mom made a surprise.

They provide tumpeng rice complete with chicken, vegetable urab and sambal and other tumpeng equipment in the arrangement of the mother on the table. My mom and dad kissed me on the cheek, they said happy birthday. While Bang Raga gave a bill of 50 thousands who do not know how much. My heart is happy that I have a lot of attention.

There was a sound of greeting outside. Bang Raga opened the door, it turned out that Auntie, Om and his children came along.

It's nice that this surprise, there must be a lot of food, lots of gifts and saweran. My heart saw a bouquet of money making my poor soul thrash. I want to open that bouquet quickly. There are people who do not need money. Especially in love, yes you want times...

Aunt Devi brought a bunch of red money, if Om Yudi gave me the latest phone. While the image gave me the guitar strings. Strangely enough this is people who give guitar strings, what in told me ngamen on the road, if breaking the strings directly replace it. Up to a box full of it.

Unlike Dimas, the bouquet is really unique, making me ngakak and can not be silent to see the contents. A bouquet containing workshop equipment and kitchen condiments of legged garlic in the shape of a flower. Strange this is Dimas, why garlic???

Thankfully Dimas did not include the terasi or salted fish that became the bouquet. The last thing I got tonight. Just wait for my revenge, Dimas. The dimas I wrote, laughing at the contents of the bouquet I received.

We enjoy the rice tumpeng made by the mother, it tastes very delicious because the mother cook it with love. On the sidelines of the meal, Bang Raga marked me as being given garlic by Dimas. He said the garlic was made only amulets, so as not to be pelted by other youths while at the residence of Kak Gilang Later. Ah, just weird this guy.

After eating Dad said a prayer, a prayer from my parents for me is very useful for me to live in the future. By nightfall, the aunt and her husband and children had returned home. I who was sleepy headed to the room carrying a very valuable Bouquet.

I put my body on the bed. I saw the ceiling of the room imagining that it was far from Kak Gilang. I see my phone continues to glow because the ringtone is in silent mode.I see on the screen written the name of the prospective Imam. Yes, since getting engaged to Kak Gilang, Kak Gilang's name on my phone changed to my Candidate Imam. Gilang called with a video call.

"Assalamu'alaikum my future wife,"

"Wa'alaikum Salam my future Imam,"

"To do so, dear,"

"As you can see,"

"Sir, can't you see you're opening the hijab,"

"No, we can't, we're not married, we can't wait for a husband,"

"Ha...ha..ya Deh patient...., the deck has opened a gift yet huh...?,"

"Not Brother, what the hell is it,"

"Eat it open, let's know the contents, let's love open the card,"

"Kado Nisa a lot you know, Brother want to see?,"

"Where? try pointing to brother let brother see...,"

Put the camera out to the bouquets I just received tonight.

" Ha..ha..., that's who gives garlic dear?,"

" Dimas his son Aunty Devi,"

"That's it, funny sister huh.. Come on, darling dong, open the card from Brother"

" Yes, wait a minute...,"

I put my phone on the table, I put it on my feet with the camera facing me.

" It doesn't look like Sis?,"

"It looks, open it,"

"okay,"

I opened a gift from Brother Gilang with the first cover, I opened it, it turns out there is a second cover, on the second cover it turns out there is a third cover, so that up to the tenth cover.

" Capac Brother,"

" Don't give up dong.., let's quickly open again,"

I opened it again, it turned out to be a thin box, and it turned out that it contained a picture of a car that I was wearing last afternoon with Kak Gilang and the car letters and the keys of the car as well.

" Yes,"

" What does this mean, brother,"

"Yes that's the car Brother bought for you, Papa Sis who gave ideas, and help add money Brother to buy special gifts for you,"

"Sister, Nisa doesn't deserve this sister...,"

"It should be inappropriate, even you deserve it dear...,"

"Tomorrow home from graduation Kak will teach Adek nyetir,"

"Tomorrow morning the driver will come to your house to take you to the graduation ceremony Brother,"

"Sister, isn't that too expensive...,"

"No Annisa, you've taken care of your law, so you're natural in the love of expensive goods,"

"So thank you, brother,"

"Yes Honey...,"

"Dek, try to open a gift from Bima and Arif, what the hell is it..."

Brother Gilang is still faithful to see me open a gift from Wisif and Kak Bima. I first opened a gift from Arif, a classy watch. And now it's the turn of From Kak Bima, a ticket sightseeing to the Tourist area for two people.

" Sister, when will Nisa use the ticket?,"

"As far as you are,"

"But Nisa has no friends, sister,"

"Do you want your sister?,"

"Yes, brother, but brother will be gone in 3 days,"

"If you want, Big Brother will step down let us settle for a walk before big brother leaves, how would you like it,"

" OK, when do we leave, brother,"

" Friday yes...,"

" Okay, sister, Nisa's tired of taking a break,"

" Sleep.., dream Big Brother yes.., I love you Annisa.., Assalamu'alaikum,"

" Greetings Wa'alaikum,"

My phone alarm went off over and over again, the dawn is coming. My eyes reluctantly opened, with my eyes closed I tried to sit down. Vaporizing many times makes me want to fall back. God, I am so sleepy. Trying to wait for consciousness that has not fully recovered. I slowly opened my eyes to see the clock that showed the dawn.

To tiptoe down from the bed, forcing myself who was lazy to want to get up quickly. I went to the bathroom where the first destination every dawn was approaching, cleaning my body that still stinks and all wudu. A cold day made me not want to linger bathing, I immediately went out wearing pajamas and performed dawn prayers.

Calm my soul when it is finished praying, I take time to read the Qur'an for a while, as my routine schedule every morning after prayer. The ringing of the cell phone rang out loud from my phone, on behalf of the future Imam.

" Assalamualaikum Dek, have you prayed?,"

"Wa'alaikum Salam Kak, Alhamdulillah already Kak, just finished,"

" Dek, soon MUA will come to the house, to decorate you. Tell them not to be too menor, Brother is not willing to be wife-to-be Brother too in the eyes of other men,"

"Yes Brother, Brother...Annisa's confused about wearing...,"

"Shirt, about clothes don't worry Deck.., they've asked you to bring a new one for you,"

"Prepare, dear.., Assalamualaikum,"

"Wa'alaikum Salam,"

I rushed to the kitchen to help mom before the MUA came. Expect a quick breakfast because when it is in makeup, lazy to eat breakfast again. I saw that Mother was already struggling with her cooking tools like a restaurant chef who was proficient in cooking. I walked up and hugged my mother from behind. Mom was surprised and kissed me on the cheek, my spoiled nature will always be maintained forever. That shows that I love all my family.

I helped Mom to whip the onion up to tears and get the liquid out of my nose. It is sad that life is slicing onions to the point of sadness, Mother who sees me is just a head gnash. Mother's cooking is done, the smell of cooking makes me hungry. Dad, Mom and Bang Raga were already neatly sitting waiting for the dishes I arranged at the table. They took the rice and side dishes that were freshly cooked by mom. By reading Bismillah, I was instantly gluttonous and the food was gone.