JIWO PROMISE

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As promised earlier, finished with chamchi, Witri accompanied Jiwo's steps towards the eomuk vending cart which was a good distance away.

Luckily the sun did not see his nose at this time.

The weather was pretty cool and the walk was very pleasant this time.

This time Witri was made a little fascinated by the performance of Jiwo who seemed quite fluent in chatting in Korean with the mothers of eomuk sellers.

Even Witri suspected that he was one of the chatter materials of the two of them because Jiwo occasionally glanced at him and the mother also laughed in response to Jiwo's chatter while occasionally looking at him politely.

Just be careful if later do not want to tell what he is talking about, threatening the inner Witri on Jiwo.

The two left the field after saying kamsahamnida to the eomuk seller's mother.

"What did those mothers talk to?" witri asked as they sat on a bench near Jiwo's apartment.

"I don't understand your chat at all" Witri said more like a complaint. " Well, are you talking?" accuse Witri later.

Jiwo laughed softly.

"Like su'udzon the same people" Jiwo said with a chuckle.

"You laugh, and hold the mother, and I squeak a little. I must have told you that, right?" guess Witri stays put by her guess.

"Yes." replied Jiwo did not want to make Witri think more strange.

"Well! What say?" sergeant Witri felt his assumption was one hundred percent right, if he had been a hibahan material Jiwo and the mother of the eomuk seller. Even they were in front of his face!

Ck...ck...ck. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand Korean at all.

"The mother said you were beautiful. His face is typical" said Jiwo cut off Witri's nag that was ready to slide from behind his pursed lips.

Witri's face suddenly blushed in embarrassment.

"Ecieeee who blushed embarrassed.." led Jiwo while pointing at Witri's face which immediately melengos.

"No!" sergeant Witri still turned his face away.

Who is not GR praised by other women with a beautiful title still plus the frills of the word 'banget'? Even though it could have been Jiwo's bokisan for him. But whatever it is still natural dong if blushed when praised beautiful by someone?

"Keep talking about it anyway?" ask Witri later, after being sure Jiwo will not be mocked again.

"The mother asked if you were the same as me from Indonesia. I answered yes. Even I said we had one class in SD." Jiwo replied no lie.

"That mother knows you're from Indonesia?" tanya Witri did not believe it.

"Hmmm." replied Jiwo because he was chewing a piece of eomuk in his mouth.

"I like to snack at her place. Sometimes we talk to him too. You could say he taught me Korean until it was a bit fluent like this" Jiwo said later.

"I was kind of amazed when I saw you speaking Korean earlier" Witri said without hiding her admiring face.

"Any huh?" jiwo asked slightly blushed.

"No really. I'm like oppa-oppa also talking about it." replied Witri with a serious face. Jiwo grimaced in embarrassment as well as felt his chest expand because he felt proud of the praise he had heard just now.

"Tomorrow if you have returned to Indonesia can open a Korean language course for TKI candidates." continued Witri who even made Jiwo laugh exploded.

"You're cheating on the badass!" jiwo said in between her laughter.

Imagining himself standing in front of a class of adults and teaching them Korean already makes Jiwo tickle first.

It is inconceivable how to teach a foreign language, let alone a belibetan language like this Korean. No deh. Thanks idea.

"Where will we pray?" witri asked when he felt they would soon have to carry out their duties as a Muslim.

"Oh yes...I'll take you to a mosque near here. Not long ago" Jiwo said as reminded.

"OK." replied Witri shortly. Mosques are the most neutral and safe places for those who are not mahrams.

"We can leave now if you don't mind. Let us join the congregation." invite Jiwo because he saw there was no more food they had to spend.

They all cleaned up they both brushed.

There are only two drinks of their own that are still a quarter of the contents

"Not the mosque?" witri asked as she turned towards Jiwo who was walking beside her.

"Not far. Just two turns from here." Jiwo replied as he stared back at Witri who was nodding small with her flat face.

Still sweet even with a flat face like that.

"After the mosque, you mind if we go to one more place?" jiwo asked doubtfully.

"But if you are tired, we go straight back to the hotel is also okay." continued Jiwo again.

"Where are you going?" ask Witri a little curious.

"Slightly enjoy the atmosphere of the night" replied Jiwo with a small smile. "I want to show you the cafe where I used to hang out with my friends if it's a work holiday" said Jiwo a little excited.

"May.." said Witri who made Jiwo breathe a sigh of relief and put on a happy smile.

Enjoying the atmosphere of the night with the hearts of people in the region is one of his dreams. And soon that dream will be realized with Witri. Oh pleased.

Witri was a little flabbergasted when Jiwo stopped his steps in front of one door of the building with a small text on the door leaf.

"This is the mosque?" witri asked in a tone of astonishment at Jiwo who smiled as he nodded.

"We are not in Indonesia whose mosque is as big as gambreng even though the congregation is only half shaf per congregation praying" Jiwo said while chuckling and walking ahead of Witri to open the door.

Witri grimaced in heart while following Jiwo steps.

Witri's smile expanded as she spread her gaze around him after passing through the entrance of the mosque.

To the right of the entrance are several small gazebos that can fit two or three people only.

The main building is intended as a mosque in the form of an open building with walls that are only as high as the waist of adults.

The walls are full of Middle Eastern ornaments.

"The place of ablution is right over there" Jiwo said as he pointed towards the inner corner.

"Will we meet here?" pinta Witri before leaving Jiwo.

"OK." replied Jiwo before rushing towards the ablution grounds for men.

Witri was a little amazed by the people he met in the mosque after he ablaze.

The various races of humans had their eyes on him.

There are typical Korean faces, there are striped faces Hindustan, there are European faces complete with blue eyes, there are striped faces Malay, there are Arab faces as well.

There are not many worshipers in this mosque, but it is as if all kinds of human races are gathered here. MashaaAllah's....

Witri glanced at Jiwo's presence in the shaf for the Adam people ahead.

In his heart he smiled.

The man had been obedient to his Lord since childhood. And he felt lucky to be able to feel the same congregation in the same mosque even in the same circumstances far from their country.

The sound of iqamah breaks Witri's brief daydream.

After offering prayers after praying, Witri rushed to the place they made a place to wait for each other.

When momentarily glancing towards the shaf of the men earlier, Witri already did not see the figure of Jiwo. It was certain that the man was already waiting for him.

"Sorry has to wait" said Witri as soon as he reached Jiwo who was sitting waiting for him in one of the gazebos.

"No papa. Not long either." replied Jiwo while rushing to his feet.

The two then searched for a taxi after taking some photos around the mosque.

From here they will go to the cafe which must be taken by taxi about fifteen minutes drive.

Witri does not mind when Jiwo says he will introduce him to his two best friends, Kyu and Arata.

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