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Zain Hobby

The sunny morning, the sun seemed timidly out of the contest, now my relationship with Zain, getting closer, but, new as Brother and sister. Well ... as long as we can let's close ourselves to our halal partner, get closer, get closer, get closer, well even though we still can't be in physical contact anyway, but at least communication is a thing that must be maintained in every serious relationship.

“Kak, today Zain there is soccer practice after school“ his permission when we have breakfast together, football it is Zain's hobby, and most of the other men. Which I find very boring, because I don't like it at all. But, for the sake of mutual benefit, I also have to appreciate Zain's hobby, which sometimes I have to miss my favorite drama series just because the schedule is the same as the time the ball has been waiting for Zain.

“Why the hell?? like the ball?? not cape what?? one ball in pursuit of many people? why don't you buy a truck ball so you don't have to chase one ball??” my grudge to Zain.

“Ih Brother, it's the challenge, must get something that is in the target of the crowd“ he explained, which makes me immediately shake my head.

“Hmmhhtt“ my answer is lazy.

“So the soccer player was my dream from the first Brother,“ he explained again while glaring.

“O yes??” I asked while looking at him.

“Yes, so I don't want to go to college, I want to go to football school aja“ again the explanation makes me tick.

“Main ball?? geez Zain, you want to live off the results of kicking a ball??” I really don't like it.

“Kakak, play ball is a hobby, yes I just want to channel my hobby just“ elaknya.

“Yes, but your hobby is distracting, time-consuming, and now what?? you don't want to go to college, just because you want to be a soccer player??” I started to get caught.

“But Big Brother, now a lot kok, atlite who is rich just because he is a footballer“ argued Zain.

“Gak, whatever the reason I do not agree“ replied me while leaving the dining table, passing to the room, really I do not understand the desire of Zain, may be funneling a hobby, but not made a duty also times. Sucks.

I opened the cupboard, then sorted out the clothes I was going to use this morning, this morning I chose to go to the cake shop alone, she said, I want to make a cake batter similar to Zain's face, so I can eat. Huhc ....

“Kakak, I left school yes ..” heard his screams from outside.

“Iya ..” reply me, lazy to open the door, I'm lazy to debate again with the boy.

“Kakak, I want to go sekolaahhh ..!!!” again he heard his typical scream.

“Iya, leave aja sana“ is still lazy to open the door, I don't want to budge.

“Kakak, I want to go to school!!!“ he heard his screams again for the third time, this time spelling out his words.

‘why the hell?? just left when ‘ I mgedumel not clear, while heading to the door.

“Astagfirullah, why you??” I was shocked when I opened the door, the first thing I saw was Zain's hand.

“I want to go to school“ again he repeated his words.

“Iya, tau, yes already gone there“ drive me, lazy.

But Zain moved his hand to make me understand.

“Oooh salim, yes nih“ I gave my hand to kiss the boy.

“His, not Big Brother,“ He refused my hand.

“Lah?? what dong ??” many confused.

“Bekel, I already do not have the money lengkal“ he explained which directly makes me rotate both my eyeballs.

“Kirain,“ I went straight back into the room, then grabbed the wallet, and took fifty thousand money as usual.

“Nih,“ I'm defusing the money with a sour face.

“Makasih“ replied, still with a hand sticking.

“Autmost??” manya irritated.

“Salim,“ he replied with a smile drowning his narrowed eyes.

“Muach, muach, muach“ He kissed my hand three times, and just walked away.

“Zaiiinnnn, you iiihhh ..” I cried out hysterically, when I saw my hands were full of saliva, you sloven, boy, I just kept mumbling this morning.

After Zain left school, I fixed the house, this activity was very common, since my parents left the country, for a long time, I became an independent woman since childhood. So no wonder, now that I have a weak husband, then I am strong, when my husband cannot protect me, then I have to protect him, eh.

After I finished fixing the house, I immediately rushed to the cake shop, wanting to feel like I was experimenting with new recipes, to eliminate all the fatigue that was happening.

Upon arrival at the cake shop, I was greeted by my staff, I see, today the employees are quite busy, although the store is a bit quiet.

“Siang Kak Yas,“ greet them.

“Iya, noon“ I answered lazily.

“Sarah, this is an order huh?? kok on busy really, whereas visitors again desi“ my question to Sarah.

“Iya Kak, again there is an order of two thousand seeds soes cake, for the celebration of her son's aqikah she said,“ explained Sarah, while continuing to put soes cake into the box.

“Oooh rowdy, Riyan has not come??” I asked while giving a glance.

“Not Brother, maybe soon“ replied Sarah.

“Yes already, you continue aja yes, zhim“ weakly I go to the kitchen.

“Siang Mbak,“ suddenly the voice of a familiar man in my ear greets me, I twist my body, undo the intention to go to the kitchen.

“Siang,“ welcome Sarah.

“I want to take an order,“ obviously the man expressed his intention.

“Iya sir in a moment,“ replied Sarah while accelerating her hand.

“Ok, I wait, bay the way, his Yasmin has not come??” ask the man while he is crying.

“Udah, what do you want?” I'm rolling my chin.

“Hhee, Yas, I ordered a cake in your store, for the thanksgiving of his son Zanet“ replied the man, who was none other than Udin.

“Oh,“ my answer is short.

“How are you doing Yas??” again he asked making me even more lazy.

“Well, as you can see, I am very healthy“ I replied as I held tightly to the strap of the bag I was using, between sprains, irritations, and I don't know, all the flavors mixed into one.

“I look at you can be this loud Yas, o huh?? how's your boy's husband?” again cynically he asked, and yup, his question successfully made my employees look at me full of confusion.

“Eh, do not be careless you yes, however the situation he jauuuuhh better than you Udin“ I emphasize my words to the former, the super nyebelin this.

“Haha, Yas, have you thought?? my request yesterday??” ask her by raising her eyebrows.

“Males thought, unimportant,“ I replied as I was about to pass, but stopped because Udin held my hand tightly.

“Yas, separate from the little boy, come back to me, we start everything from the beginning“ the door made me want to vomit.

Bbbrrruuuukkkk .......

“Aaaaaawwwww...” suddenly Udin slumped in the floor, because of someone's blow.

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