I'M MY MOTHER'S HONEY

Conned

Zahra started driving her bike to the market to help her Grandma sell. The lump on his forehead has also shrunk. Only his knee still hurts.

"Zahra, you don't have to help Grandma today. There was Miss Halimah who helped Grandma. Your feet are still hurting." Said Grandma weak, yes her name is Elderly, easily tired.

"It's okay koq Nek. Just a little scuff. Pity Grandma no one helped take care. Although there is a Halimah Bu, but it is added Zahra energy so the sooner serve the buyer." Speak softly, while washing dishes.

"You're said to always ngeyel. Oh yes Zahra. Your mother called. He says he's now working at a rich man's house, as a chef. The salary is huge." Say Grandma with her bright face. The Grandmother was very grateful, The daughter-in-law got a good job as well.

"Yes, Grandma, thank goodness. May you be given health and long life." His words were sad, both of his beautiful eyeballs were already glazed.

"Zahra was very upset with Mom. It's been almost a year since mom's not home." He said again, wiping his tears with a shirt attached to his upper arm.

His granddaughter and Grandmother were, a lot of communication these days. Because the buyers are starting to get quiet.

"Yes dear. Grandma misses your mother." Grandma was also sad.

"Sir, tonight Zahra asked permission. There's a farewell to Zahra's classmate at Hotel XX." The speech is soft, after storing the dishes on the shelf. Zahra was sitting in a plastic chair next to her grandmother.

The grandmother was surprised to hear his grandson's words. He didn't like his grandson going to the hotel. They live in the village, enter the hotel for reasons of entertainment, is a very taboo thing in their place.

"Hotel a place that's foreign to us. If it's not important business. Don't you go partying it's not clear there." Reject Grandma firmly. His face looks gloomy.

"Yes the hell Nek. Zahra also did not want to participate in the event. But, my friend's father said he wanted to help us, Grandma. The one million dollars I gave Grandma, dear Mr. Ezra. My wounds aren't bad." Zahra looked at her Grandma with confidence. Don't let this opportunity disappear.

Who knows, Mr. Ezra really wants to donate money to them. Yes, rich people are always wasting money.

"Everyone is good because they want to be. Especially the rich, his behavior is strange. Grandma doesn't want to be later. You're a mash."

"What the hell is Nek? Grandma didn't see it in school so good and polite Mr. Ezra. Wherever he might want to give money, continue to want macem-macem is like me. I'm not stupid either, Grandma. This grandma thinks so far." Zahra gave understanding to her grandmother. He's pretty sure, that Ezra. Rara's father is a good man.

"Zahra just needs permission from Grandma. I'm sure Nek, Mr. Ezra isn't as bad as Grandma thought. It would be quite Nek, if Mr. Ezra really wants to help us. Can be, Grandma. Zahra's leaving tonight.!?" Zahra's face looked clear, holding both of her Grandma's hands in a resplendent manner. He even blinked one eye at his grandmother.

"As far as you. Most importantly, you need to take care of yourself." The Grandma stroked his granddaughter's head sadly.

"Thank you, Grandma." Zahra smiled happily, meeting Ezra again made her heart happy instead of playing. I don't know why that guy caught his attention.

"That's the hotel near the beach, isn't it baby?" The Grandmother wanted clarity on the place her granddaughter would visit.

"Yes Nek." Zahra smiled.

"That's a long way from our home, almost an hour's drive. Where will you pass through forests and oil palm plantations. It's very dangerous for you to pass by at night." Said Grandma, starting to hesitate again to take off her grandson.

"Yes too? where's past the funeral again." Zahra replied in horror. The Grandmother nodded her head.

"Zahra will dare to be Nek, the important thing is that we can help grant funds from the rich. Grandma, this opportunity should not be in vain. Zahra can take care of herself." Zahra reassured her grandmother.

"Yes my grandmother, dear." Zahra also smiled broadly spread her arms, then hugged her Grandma with gurgles and affection. Only the old woman was the place to share his joys and sorrows.

"Mom, grandma's hair is smelly. Shampoo later." Tempta Zahra, smiling ignorantly to his Grandma.

"Yes his name is Granny, yes, the smell of the earth." Reply Grandma ketus. He's upset at the smell.

Zahra laughed, very happy to tease Grandma.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Zahra said goodbye to her grandmother. She was very excited to be present at the farewell event held by Rara. Because, will get financial assistance from Ezra sir, Rara's father.

Zahra deliberately set off quickly, so that she did not pass through the quiet streets when it was dark.

"Zahra says to Nek." Kissing my hands and hugging my grandmother.

"Yes, baby, come home soon. Don't let your show end there. If you have met with Mr. Ezra, you just go to the point!" The Grandmother gave a warning. He was very worried about his grandson.

"Ok Boss, rebes..!" Say it with a smile. Zahra also drove his bike cheerfully. The Grandma pouted, not liking to be called the Boss.

Zahra plan, after getting the Magrib prayer time. He will pray on the street. Of course after arriving in the city, or in a crowded residential area.

Now Zahra has arrived at the hotel parking lot. The venue of Rara's farewell event with her friends.

With an unsettled feeling, the heart is beating fast. Zahra also stepped foot into the place intended by Rara.

He took a deep breath after getting into the club that night. The sound of loud music echoed throughout

the club room that night, with the lights

flickering, making Zahra hesitant to actually participate in the event.

It looks a lot

men and women who are preoccupied with their drinks. No exception Rara and some of their classmates and also from other classes. Their female and male classmates look very close,

who was sitting while chatting at a long table with bottles of drinks in front of him.

"Hey Zahra, you've come apparently."

Chirps of a beautiful girl who looks like a doll are none other than Rara. He pulled Rara's arm to sit next to him. Zahra became afraid, regretting coming to this place.

Zahra flicked her hands, not liking the smell of alcohol. He also stared at the astonishment of his classmates who were engrossed in smoking cigarettes and exhaling smoke pops in the form of balls.