Fat Broken Wing
Neighbor's House
Neighbor's Household yes, not Household ...
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Kiyara entered her house with a smile that was still sweet on her lips, but it was undeniable that her heart was now feeling anxious to find an empty house back without any Mother, Father, or Brother.
“Where are all ya? Mending a check, who knows if anyone is telling you. Uh, shower first ding keep praying new check-ricek.”
The fat girl went down the stairs of her house, walking towards her room which was on the second floor. She took off her hijab and went into the bathroom in her room. Shower as fast as lightning and then wudhu and perform maghrib prayer, for a moment pray and think to Him as the closing dialogue of twilight today.
Mukenah in white decorated with foliage pictures, he has folded neatly and keep it in its original place. Kiyara smiled gently, as her eyes looked back towards hers. Remembering the book written by Tereliye, fallen leaves never hate the wind, which is not since when the sentence became a sentence
most effective to overcome his disappointment, so as not to be too soluble in the taste. Then from there he likes everything that smells of foliage, hoping to be a person who is sincere in accepting all His provisions. If the word Mbah Kungya in Surabaya, as a human must be a person who lives life with 'Urip semeleh lan narimo ing pandum", or which can also be interpreted "Life is full of surrender and gratitude to receive God's gift.
“Oh, yes want to check hp first .. cook until the clock is belu someone goes home.”
His hands began to surf on his screen, saw some incoming messages and Alhamdulillah there was a chat coming from his mother, making him relieved instantly.
“Lah, it turns out that Mother is at Mommy's house .. want to nginep there again, there is-aja this Mother, like again miss Aunty Fani deh, he said, send him to Mommy to feel again chat with his sister.”
Ting .. tong .. ting ... tong …
“Assalamu’alaikum, Kiyara ...,” the voice from the porch of the house sounded samara da who called her, making the fat girl rush to get down.
“Wa’alaikumsalam, briefly .. !” he shouted then hurriedly took the veil he used to wear while at home and immediately went down.
Kink… .
“Eh, Brother Dave .. What's up Kak?” kiyara asked when she found her new neighbor standing at her door.
“In order for Mommy to pick you up, at home there is also Mother waiting for dinner together, Kak Dafa also already at home.”
“Ki ..”
“Eh .. yes Brother, I briefly take a cellphone and the house key first yes,” said Kiyara who immediately ran small into the house.
“Kak Dave, sorry .. mango .. log in, sit down first!” he shouted from the stairs.
Dave, chuckle at the absurd behavior of the fat girl next door. “Iya, do not run up the stairs, fall berabe.”
Not long after, Kiyara was already seen coming down the stairs with her sweet smile. “Come, Brother !” bring him.
Both of them came out, Kiyara locked her house with the spare key she had. Then walk with Dave.
“Pagernya in the key again, do not kayak earlier, danger,” said Dave reminded.
“Eh, yes Kak .. thanks already dyingetin, was afraid forgetfulness did not rush maghrib because, this I want the key,” said Kiyara while looking at the padlock in her hand.
“Sini, let me have a pager,” said Dave and his hand nimbly took over the padlock in Kiyara's hand.
“Eh ..”
“Astaghfirullahaladzim .. why so gini I tuh... mind that is not cool, cook yes Kak Dave who is this perfect coupled with me hahaha there-there is a brain of me this, just like this,” said Kiyara in heart.
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Apparently, even though it already seems not as secure as before, the insecurity still exists especially in the affairs of love, the, sometimes people who have an imperfect physical shape always feel unsuitable if they are with people who look physically perfect, fearing incomparable he said. But, in fact, love can never be planned for whom.
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