IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Happy day

counting days

second by second

my time will be what there is

storyline

a long story

counting days

just put it out

kobar asmaramu

if there is no white

This afternoon I was excited to water the flowers in the yard while singing Krisdayanti. The work that I usually never do, it has been a week more this became my routine every morning. It is good to fill the free time. Seeing fresh flowers makes this mind fresher too.

I don't know since when I started to like to kick, which is certain since the national exam berahir I so often look for new activities. Just entertaining myself while continuing to follow the development of the campuses that I want to go to.

Hemp, it's true what Mom said. People if they do not like it, all that looks is the negative side.

I who became more frequent congregational prayers in the mosque, actually making new talks for Zia's ustadzah.

"deliberately to the mosque to seek the attention of his son"

Astagfirullah, if only I hadn't thought long. What was his son like, Rezki Aditya? yeah, but I don't mind.

It could be my last day of quality time with the plants at home. Because tomorrow's graduation announcement. After this I will be preoccupied with new things for sure. I can't wait to feel like a student.

After a few days of time passed more slowly, today my time again felt normal.

Because a few days ago Melan was busy with events at the house of his Grandmother who was going to Hajj. So much of my time is wasted just pacing from the boutique to the house. Getting out of the room, becoming empty without thinking about the lesson. Chattingan equally bored also if the slow pace.

I will miss it after this. Hopefully we can still have quality time together. Because the agenda of each has chosen a different target campus.

Today I was the same Melan deliberately set a schedule to go to the salon together. Let's be more relaxed to face the announcement tomorrow.

Not expected, to say graduation day is so stressful it feels. Even though it was once time in SMP. For some reason, this time the sensation is different. Perhaps because of the struggle that goes along with other conflicts. The longer the struggle becomes more challenging.

"when you also have certainly graduated" said Rahardian.

After improving our relationship at that time, only this time we met again.

He deliberately participated in treatment, tired he said after the events yesterday.

Though Melan also knew that there must be shrimp behind the rempeyek, but she is now a supporter of her brother as long as it does not harm me. For sure, we are in a place far from home and he did not leave the house with us.

"can't be arrogant first, takabbur is his name" I said.

Even though a few days ago I was still upset by the words of the ustadzah, but somehow my emotions are more stable at this time.

"why don't you ever pray to the mosque again? "

ask Dian. True do not know or just for pleasantries

"not sure what you are. Angry at grandma's house. Why not if Kayra to the mosque just make your decetin"

Melan immediately provoked emotions.

It should be a secret of their family. But what power, we who become friends from babies where can hide something from each other.

"really? astagfirullah so embarrassed me Kay same Ummi words"

dian said as he swept his face, maybe he really regretted his ummi words.

That was a glimpse of our conversation before finally we were called to enter their respective rooms.

I've been in this room for almost two hours. Now it's time to pamper the feet.

Waiting for me to grab the phone in the bag. There are some messages

---- brother Jo -------

"tomorrow is the graduation announcement. I'll pick you up"

-- raharDian ----

"we're out first, wait a minute"

--- Reymond ----

"Kay, I went to college in Jogja loh 😊🥰"

those three guys???

instant loss of appetite for bales chatt Each. Just yesterday calm down, should I stick it on my forehead warning PLEASE CALM THERE EXAM

Looks like my quiet day will be over with the test.

Me and Melan came out together. I deliberately did not send a message from her brother, hoping that he was still in our room could go straight home.

"what the heck is the rich road of your thief" Melan reprimanded

"uh, no. While remembering, someone missed what not" I tried to dodge.

while walking Melan seemed to contact someone. Shortly after his phone died the door of the man's booth opened. My feelings are already alarmed. And it turns out to be true, which comes out the unexpected.

"we ask to deliver to the mosque first yes, later pesen car online from there"

Melan told me, while I was just dumbfounded.

Same fucking dick Dian?

After all this is almost 2 pm not yet dzuhur prayer. It is also impossible to pinjem the motorbike, no one can bring a sport bike. They can only accept.

About 10 minutes they were gone, Dian had already appeared again.

"ayo" he asked

11 12 same motor brother Jo. That means I have to hold on to go up.

Bismillah ajalah, the important thing is not for bad intentions.

Lucky already not as stiff as the first time on the same motorcycle bonceng Jo.

It arrived soon too. As soon as I came Melan was done praying.

"wait, pray with me" said Dian while removing the Helm.

Rejecting the reward of 27° is not good.

Finished I wudhu Dian is also finished apparently. Guys are always fast.

For the first time, with a casual feeling stood up to be his makmum.

Let alone behind him directly, which happens to be lined apart curtains only the heart has been dag dig dug.

Bismillah, God's intention.

"may tomorrow be satisfactory"

he said that before I stood, I died at the place of prayer.

While outside

"ecie, romantic. I'm the only one who never taught prayer worship both" Melan teased.

"who asked for prayer first" I said with a different expression such as

"ye, baper yeee" said Melan as she approached her ear

"i've pesen car online" he said back.

Shortly after Dian exited the mosque, the car in Messages came.

Yeah, he's out a lot longer. I don't know what he's doing. I did a long time ago. Turns out he's longer.

"no first" Melan said goodbye.

"thank you for the ride" I said.

then we left first.

After quality time together, we entered each other's homes. After the same Melan, after this same pillow bolsters, later the mallem continue the same family.

As usual, my mom is in the boutique and my dad is still working during the day. Adek also slept the most in his room. So I went straight into the room.

Just changed clothes, the phone is ringing.

- - RaharDian calling ---

"assalamu'alaikum's chat. Wh why? "

"wa'alaikumsalam, is it home? "

"wasjust. You alone? "

"yet, still eating"

"oh, continue on. Go to sleep"

"yes, assalamu'alaikum"

"wa'alaikumsalam"

conversation with. It is certain that he is outside the house if he dares to call.

The body really feels fresh, why also this time I want to try to go to the salon. My mom usually does too. Can be felt the difference, because the flow of blood smoothly maybe well.

After Asar I came down, apparently papa just came. Mom is still in the boutique, so this time I learned to make coffee for papa.

"pa, I put the coffee in front. I'm going to the boutique" I told papa.

after I got to the boutique, it turned out to be there first.

"daughter of beautiful mama all, ask for help in closing yes. Mama hasn't prayed assar"

just came even get the closing section. Have employees but always come home later. That's mama.

After the magrib I also helped my mother in the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Always with the best menu from my mom. This time I asked for shrimp balado.

Even though sometimes you have to cook with a lot of kinds but you never complain. So it's more hearty to eat out if it's not really crowded.

(eat yes, not snack. If the snack is mandatory let the mind remain balanced)

The night passed by playing table tennis. Sports night.

Papa likes to exercise at night if the morning does not have time to exercise.

This morning I went with Melan. Enjoy the last moments. After this, it's possible that our class schedule will no longer be the same. Because I chose a different department. It's still the same campus fortunately.

Arriving at the school the atmosphere in the hall was already crowded. It's the same as last year.

Me and 3M deliberately waited in the gazebo in front of the school, a few meters from the hall. But still looks the atmosphere of the hall.

Once the announcement time is less than 15 minutes, the new link we receive through whatsapp messages and their respective passwords to open the announcement.

We immediately came to the hall to pray together.

The atmosphere became quiet after the do'a was lifted. This time we waited with tense faces. Calculating the time, and

"teeeeennggg"

the bell rings a sign that the link can be opened.

A moment of silence, some are prostrating gratitude, some are praying the Christian way, some are shedding tears. Some cheered with joy. Until we got mixed up hugging each other.