Gharib Love

Cain Criminals

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...>>> Bismilbornrahmanirrahim<<<...

Chickens have been unpretentious from all directions, has become a signal of the birth of the sun.

Undeniably, the sun this morning smiled widely on the world; it looks so beautiful with its distinctive color.

"Oh my God, thank you!"

Aini rearranged her heart to continue the next story; she was the main role in her life story. Not expected;

"Cring,"

The sound was almost similar to a bell, but it emerged from the phone he was holding.

"Later out with yuk!"

From the phone screen to the point Diki invites Aini to leave together, whether she wants to go where.

"Lifted together? Where's where?"

Aini completely forgot or did not even know Diki wanted to go together where.

"Keep the stall, will you?"

Diki tried to remind Aini who might have indeed forgotten.

"What day is it now?"

Aini was astonished, because she felt that today was Friday; while the field was Saturday.

Morning had forgotten the day, yes like that Aini who does not care so much about the day. Most of the activities must also be that, there is nothing new; although it also only lasts a short time.

"Saturday, did you forget the day?"

Diki began to guess, and Aini was still busy wondering if she had entered on Saturday.

Finally he tried to open the calendar on his phone.

"Ups," Aini closed her mouth which began to open thinly.

"Astaghfirullah,"

He was really shocked, it turns out that today is indeed Saturday and later tonight there is an open invitation for a bookstall.

His finger touched the keyboard slowly and answered a message.

"Oh, it turns out."

"When you're done with your salary, right?" continued.

Two messages are sent with a relatively short time, not up to 1 minute and viewed and sent back with different words in the next minute.

"Okay, not papa."

It was not a big problem for a Diki, because the place of njai they both were the same. So don't wait for each other anymore.

"okay!"

Aini confirmed the answer, not because she hoped to be together again; but she thought, for example, later home a little night. He can ask to be brought home by Diki, his former lover.

After communicating with the ex, Aini resumed her activities to seek blessings.

"Alhamdulillah, given a plus-plus workplace."

A monologue aini on himself while running his hands and feet towards the merchandise to be prepared at the doorstep of the shop.

"Yes, it can be funan, can be sewing sewing, and the experience is extensive regular."

"Oh yes, in sewing sewing as well; I included helping many people in closing the aurat."

How not to help a lot of people who close the aurat, he sewed all-round syar'i clothes. There are gamis, robes, hijab, mucenah and many others.

Sewing is not just sewing, is it?

Aini realized, by sewing she could help many people to close the aurat. Behind that, he also got knowledge that will be used when he starts going home tomorrow.

Not just to continue the business of general fashion, but fashion for a small family; especially to be presented to her husband later.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim,"

Aini thickens the intention so that her spirit is always awake.

"If this is my way to your Ridlo, Robb. Help you to transmit, and please guard the spirit of your servant."

The spirit is always up and down, although many people who give the intake of spirit; if yourself do not want to rise, yes where can. Motivation is only motivation, which is able to move the heart of only each human self.

"Sir, can you not do this?"

A soft voice rang out from the front door of the shop, Aini turned her eyes away from what she was holding and set her eyes on the front of the shop.

It turned out that the grandmother was carrying a black plastic bag containing clothes.

"Bewitched how, Grandma?"

Aini replied with her manners.

"Just leave the stitch underneath anyway, I've cut myself."

With a somewhat pity, Aini gave this grandmother an opportunity to sew her clothes.

"Yes, I'm shopping first!"

"Yes, Grandma."

Aini felt grateful, the grandmother did not wait in her shop; for if the grandmother waited in the shop, there was only Aini in a hurry to work.

If left shopping, it is not a reason to linger. Except to sew carefully and carefully.

Yes, Aini at work is alone. His boss at another store or a central store, which Aini occupied was a branch store owned by his boss.

"Brok, broc, broc, broc,"

Aini who was alone at work was scribbling a jar of wafer containing some thread.

The goal is to find only one thread by creating a noise.

But that was fine, he felt that the market had become common territory; no one would be angry if a crowd was created. Moreover, it could not be avoided by an Aini.

"Brok, broc, broc, broc,"

Aini again shook the jar filled with thread, so that the expected thread was raised upwards.

But no, the second shock has not produced results.

"Brok, brocade, brocade."

"Haven't seen you yet, have you?" Aini asked her hands, brain, and circumstances.

Aini's hands and eyes began to enter the jar of the wafer, to determine whether the sought thread was there or not.

"Well, this is what I'm looking for!"

With a hand that had stopped in his search, he pounced and pulled the thread along with his scroll.

"Alhamdulillah, there is."

Gratitude is important in everything,

Soon Aini took a comfortable position and felt good, he said,

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim,"

The first stitch on this day had Aini got, she hoped that there would be more that needed her help in closing the aurat.

Yet the clothes were directly sewn by the person without the boss' intermediary; in fact it was very disturbing. But anyway, Aini pity to see people who want to sew but rejected.

So Aini did not reject the stitches that were given without the boss' intermediary, when she was disturbed; she often suggested throwing the work directly to her boss.

"Mister, is it?"

The grandmother who asked for her clothes to be sewn back to pick up.

"No, Grandma. It's a little more."

Aini answered honestly, indeed the stitches have not been completed and are felt to be lacking a little more. The effect was busy scribbling will be jars.

"Eeeeeemm, yeah, I've been, I've been waiting?"

The good grandmother gave tolerance to Aini, and she immediately agreed.

Aini's eyes, feet, and hands work together to run a sewing machine that makes a sound that is not so slow.

"Huuuuuuuuuuh," Aini's breath expressed relief.

"Thank God" in his heart whispered.

"Already, Grandma!"

"Oh yes,"

The grandmother immediately stood up straight when Aini told her if the stitches were finished.

"How, Ma'am?" The grandmother continued speaking.

Aini never targets how much money is worth, because she does not want to count; she only wants to help, so...

"Hehehe, it's up to grandma."

"No, how much?"

The grandmother was still mengeyel and confused about how much to give.

At the end, Aini must decide; let everything be finished quickly.

"Yes, Grandma, 5 thousand if that's it."

"Well, that's dong! Here'smoney. Thank you, yes!"

"Thank you back, Grandma!"

How not to make a decision, if the debate or ask each other questions do not end there is an answer?

>>>Bonnect...