Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapters 1. Forgive Me, My Best Friend.

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It's been two weeks since my best friend Imram got mad at me, but these tears never seemed to dry up, remembering that I really lost him, all my chat efforts were not read.

Even the status in his WA, which made me very sad and devastated, could only cry every day, he was my very good friend, and cared about me very much, very disappointed with me, very disappointed in me, because I made a very big mistake for him, which I did not intentionally do, and he just misunderstood.

It all started because that day I wanted to be ushered in by my team. Two former village heads, and one candidate for the DPR level of propensity. We were escorted by a mercy car Pak Iwan, prospective members of the DPR level of propension.

I was the manager at the IUP Gold Mine cousin in a City, in a district area located in Sulawesi, where my young friend Imram lived.

I was also very happy to be able to be silahturahmi with the family of my young best friend imram, who only wanted to be my friend, did not want to be the son of anyone other than his mother, and eventually there was a misunderstanding, he said, and here comes the beginning of my deep sadness, which disappointed me and broke contact with me.

At first I called her mother, a very friendly, charismatic woman, she was a teacher at a High School in the city.

He led us from his cell phone, and finally we arrived at a fairly large house, Asri and well-groomed.

My best friend Imram's father and mother were already on their porch, welcoming us with his friendly smile.

A very friendly old man, and very wise and charismatic looks on his face, looks also a beautiful girl, near his mother, and he's the younger brother of my best friend Imram.

My team talked a little with my best friend's mother, they were one area so very connected the story.

I don't talk much, I'm afraid I'm wrong.. I'm just telling you, if my son is Imram's junior. And his son was very helpful to my son and a good friend.

My best friend Imram's mother went into the house, and I took a little picture for sweet memories, because I love any photo, but only on the album. I don't like Facebook or ba status, just keep it in a photo album.

A little while later, Imram's mother brought a very fresh papaya fruit, which had been cut into small pieces, and immediately attacked my team as well as me.

I also permit selvy photos, and a view of Imram's house is clean, and beautiful.

My team asked many names - the names of acquaintances, and the families of those who live in the area of Imram's mother, and Imram's mother knew many names - the names they mentioned, and the familiar atmosphere intertwined.

Imram's father also began to talk occasionally, he looks patient, like the nature of my best friend Imram.

We went home, Imram's mother took us, and she called me to take pictures, she said, recalling the memory of her son Imram, but using my cell phone.

I also sent to WA Imram, and just jokingly said.

"You run where my son dear, I've got the blessing to be your foster mom. "

Since then, my best friend has been very disappointed.

Imram may have thought I was so presumptuous, asked for his parents' blessing, and hurt his parents, when I didn't.

I even allowed his mother, just to bother him, I was very anxious to see him always reject me as my adopted son, but I knew also, ethics, and could not possibly force it.

Moreover, it is presumptuous to ask for his parents' blessing, I did not do it at all, never in my mind did it.

Imram to me as a helper angel, which the Almighty has brought into my life to help me, for

HE the Creator couldn't have tested me beyond my means.

I miss Arul, and my father, the best friend I've ever had. And the Almighty brought Imram into my life, who could not believe that there were also sincere people like my father, and Arul, that I might believe that there were angels too, to a good boy named Imram.

I admit my friends are myriad, but best friends are only Arul, and my father.

Since 17 years passed, I felt a sincere and pure friendship with Imram, so his anger, even if only misunderstood, made me very sad.

At first his father said, his son was other than others, very quiet and a home child, so I apologized for often disturbing his son, wanted to make a foster child, but Imram did not want to, he said it was difficult Aunty to foster parental affection, so friends only said he, which made his parents laugh out loud .

Even his mother said, there was a girl shoot him, want to make a girlfriend, but Imram did not want, we laughed..

I also said sorry Mom, and sir I also like to disturb you as well as pranky nak Imram, and shoot him as a foster child, but he refused too.

Make his parents back.

Her parents, and I definitely think the imram kid is adorable.

My team, too, has an urgent need, so our line-up is a short walk.

I am a very democratic person, and I maintain privacy, so I think my young friend Imram understands that this is just a joke as always, and just wants to disturb him, because to me he's so adorable if he rejects me.

But this turned out to hurt her very heart, and made her very disappointed with me. Imram uses his feelings to judge this, not judge it by using his intelligence. I was so offended and disappointed in him.

My joy with his Parents, I never thought it would bring great anger against my young friend Imram, who

it's a big misunderstanding, Imram's son, against me.

At the time when the Almighty gave me the most severe test of my life, added Imram, who was very disappointed and angry with me.

Is not this a painful thing for me, because it has not been able to repay its services, my good son, has misunderstood and disappointed me.

Forgive me, my best friend, give me a chance to answer what makes you angry, and disappointed.

If I'm wrong I'll fix it, and I won't repeat it in the future.

I'm so stupid my best friend Imram can't keep his best friend very kind, and sorry to have made you misunderstood, and disappointed.

Forgive Aunt who likes nosy, and joking finally my son imram misunderstand, Aunt is very sorry to hurt my good angel Imram. Forgive Aunt, Aunt's best friend, Aunt's best friend, and Aunt's helper Angel.. 🙏🙏

I,m tribbly sorry 🙏🙏

It's all my fault. I"m sorry Verry much. 🙏🙏

How can I make it up to your in the future ? I,'m sorry 🙏🙏

Forever you are my best friend.

Seriate