Halal Me With Your Parent's Ridho

15. Buddy

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This morning the cold felt so piercing on the skin, the fog descended enveloping as if adding to the existing cold. Mentari was so reluctant to come down from the contest, but not with a chicken that he crowed boldly signifies the morning has come.

In a small kitchen that is still grounded, and acts firewood. It looks like two different women of that generation, are struggling with traditional kitchen equipment. Smoke billowed from the wood stove, which made the sky - the sky in the kitchen was blackened.

" Buk, later let Ijah deliver his utri (a type of food from shredded cassava with the addition of grated coconut and brown sugar)"

" Yes, bring the tea later "

" Enggeh buk, later Ijah want to pay to Dinda buk's house "

" Well, what's the matter with the tumben at Dinda's house, is Dinda at home ? "

" Want to go to our school that was buk, there was buk he came home Friday from Surabaya "

" Ouw, what's up ? "

" Get in with Dinda on a motorbike buk "

" Lo nduk heart, do not need to speed - speeding "

" Enggeh buk "

Because today there is filial work in the post kamling mother and Tari make utri. Not long ago the utri being steamed was ripe. Tari swiftly took it out and arranged it in a plastic basin, and left it slightly into the plate.

" Buk, Ijah left first for the same tea Ijah brought "

" Ati - ati Lo nduk, to go directly to Dinda's house ? "

" Enggeh buk, Ijah set out first. Assalamualaikum" said as he shook his mother's hand and walked out of his house with a bag of utri and a teapot in the other hand.

" Walaikumsalam "

The dance runs down the front road of his house is a highway, which is passed by several large vehicles and several public vehicles. Shortly walking up to the post kamling, he saw some residents still cleaning the camp post.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam "Ask several people at once, and soon they turned to the source of the voice.

" Monggo sir, Tea is just as important "

" Samplean put it on that table" replied one of them.

" Where to go nduk, kok already neat carry a bag anyway "

Dari was shocked by the voice of the person questioning her, immediately turning her body back to the source of the voice behind her.

" Mister de, want to go to Dinda's house "Tari walked over to the person immediately greeted and kissed the person's hand.

" When did you come home ? "

" Sunday Ijah always go home mr de, Monggo Ijah first ngeh afraid Dinda waiting for pak de "

" Has Pandu told you ? "

" Not yet, maybe he's still on his way "

" Owh, yes, you have hearts - hearts yes nduk. Later if there is time to play at home, Bude will be happy "

" God willing, Mr. de, Monggo Ijah first. Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam "

Dance walked to a friend's house during her school, they had agreed from yesterday to go to her school. Actually, Dinda who forced Tari to accompany him to go to their school first, because he did not want to disappoint his friend then Tari asked to name Dinda. Dance in a house with an iron fence, a house that is so striking compared to others. This was because Dinda was a child of the village chief, it was only natural that her house was large compared to the others.

Then he rang the doorbell of the house, and soon a beautiful girl with waist-black hair came out. His face looked so happy when he saw who had come, he quickly approached the gate of his house and opened it.

" Paijah, I miss you "half running and the hand that opens will hug Dance.

" Help, Dinda "

" Walaikumsalam, Paijah "had embraced the body of Dance tightly. Spilling all the misses he had because they had been about 6 months without meeting.

The two girls had been like for a long time had not met much of what they were talking about. So that they forget what their purpose is to meet, many things they tell. Both of their friendships were established since they were children and continued until they were adults. They both have the same cheerful and sociable nature that makes their friendship continue until now. Although the two rarely met because of their respective busyness but did not reduce the familiarity of the two of them

" Jah, right now it can be like this. I really did not think that Paijah who used to be a whimper, chatty, baffled and cheerful is now a graceful woman, meek and a little stingy when talking "

" It's not like that, Din, I just want all my deeds and words to be worthwhile. Are not all actions and sayings accountable ?"

" Yes, but cooking must be efficient, by the way, huh ? "

" It should be like this, Din. Din I think it's enough noon for us to leave "

" Oh my God, I forgot. Wait a minute, I'm going in for a change of clothes "

It's been about 30 minutes of dancing waiting in the gazebo in the yard of Dinda's house. Their favorite place since a long time ago when the two of them together to do the task or just play. Finally the wait arrived, with jeans and a white shirt and hair that decomposes so beautiful with a perfect makeup for girls their age.

" Sayok Jah" came to the Dance

" Yes, we will go home later where we repeat the past "

Dinda walked open the garage of his house, shortly afterwards he took out his car which was white. Dance who was in front of the garage, look surprised to see the theme was driving the car with a relaxed. Since when the theme is already adept at driving a car, while he to ride ontel only can not. It is like the earth and sky of life that they live but do not separate their friendship.

" Din, really can drive ? "

" It could be, I always drive myself every day to go to work. Take it easy I'm good at it, I've disposed of your worries"

" It's not like that, I'm afraid "

" Hahaha, calmly leave it to me "

The car was walking towards highway , down a busy road because today today is Sunday.it takes about 20 minutes to get to their school first because of the different location of the district. In the car they both talked about a lot of things, about their respective jobs and the Dance lecture that will face the first trial. Finally they arrived at the gate of the school, although Sunday school was seen crowded by students who were attending extracurricular activities.

The car entered the parking area in front of the school. Dinda stopped her car and immediately opened her bag to pick up the mirror and fix her makeup. Then came the sound of a cell phone, which turned out to be Dinda's.

Dinda hastily opened her car door and walked to the back of the car to pick up her phone. Dance came out to wait, Dinda finished picking up the phone.

" It's done ? "

" Already, hehehehe sorry yes long ago. Understandably just separated space and time so the innate kangen"

" Ndak papa, that's what if people are dating. Where were we going to do good ? "

" That's why you're not single, we go to the cafeteria first "

" Who says I'm single, let's "Tari hangs Dinda and they walk towards the pocket that's behind the school.

" Surely, you have a boyfriend ? "

" god willing, if he is my soul mate. But we're not dating, just living this closeness but I promise I'll propose to you soon "

" You are not lying, my gosh. You will finally get married. Who is the lucky man who can conquer your heart ? "

" Samplean already knows Din, later if he has proposed to me until he must know "

" Hope, I have to quickly give the same code my mamas also this monastery quickly apply "

They traced every corner of the school without a single one being missed, they bernoltasgia about their past while in school. With a little joke and laughter from the two of them until they found the teacher's room open. They set their feet in the room, saw some teachers there and looked at the two girls questioningly.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam" said everyone in the room.

Dance and Dinda approached them and greeted them one by one, they still put on a face full of question marks until one of them remembered Dinda.

" Is this Dinda Kanya Santoso ? "

" Right Mom, I thought Miss Endah had forgotten "

" Of course I didn't forget, but now it looks mature and different. Where is his friend who is always with it, as I recall you are always together "

" Have you forgotten me ? " all of them turned to Dance.

" Is this Nyimas Khadijah Bramastari?, is this really the old Paijah ? " ucaha one of the male teachers.

" Enggeh sir this is me "

" Paijah, I thought you were very different from when you were in school. Time changes everything yes, you who look more mature and the father who is getting older "

" Indeed sir now Paijah has become an ustadzah sir, hehehehe. Not the Paijah who used to be so whining "

They also chat to repeat the past, because they both include students who like to make trouble. But in terms of lessons they include students who excel. Because of the fun of chatting until - until they forget the time, until the Adzan Zuhur reverberated. Soon they say goodbye to go home, because Tari who had to return to Malang after ashar.

They arrived in front of the house of Tari, after a journey of about 20 minutes. The car stopped in front of Tari's house and Tari offered to Dinda to stop by her house. But Dinda couldn't stop by because her father was waiting for her at home to talk about something.

Dance walked towards her house whose front door was open, there seemed to be a guest. Because rarely the front door of the house is open if there are no guests who are visiting.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam "

Dance was a little surprised to know who the guests were in her house. He came to them and kissed their hands one by one.

" Where is nduk ? "

" From Ijah's school used to be bude, bude and pak de long ago ? "

" It's good, already from before the Dhuhur adhan was nduk "Absaid Bu Fatma trying to explain.

" Bude, pakde sorry Ijah excuse me first because Ijah has not prayed Dhuhur "

" Yes nduk, after this there are those who want pak de sama bude to talk about the same sampean "

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