JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Set of Hope

The god reads the message from Nisa over and over again. A big smile adorned his face. It was like a miracle that the woman returned the message. Is this a sign that Nisa is starting to soften her heart?

The man re-typed in a reply message with a difficult euphoria to tell.

[What do sholat wear?] Quickly press the send button.

No need to wait a long time, the notification sounds heard.

[Yes wear a face and a prayer mat, do you want to wear it again? ckc]

The god was surprised to read the reply message, his forehead wrinkled. He reread the messages they just did.

"Shit!" he lamented while hitting his own eel. Apparently he typed wrong. I mean the heart wants to write 'what to wear?' Which sent precisely 'what prayer to wear?'

Ah ... either who's wrong, her overjoyed self or the overactive Swype Key button.

Hurriedly she writes a erratic message for Nisa. Not wanting his credibility as a boss and a cool widower, collapsed in front of the most beautiful ex.

[I mean, what do you eat? Sorry typed wrong, my halal lover candidate,] send.

Silent. No more replies. Scratching his head, sultry with the stubbornness of the woman. Wanted to call, but the snooze was done. It's free, it must be in vain at last.

God sighed, his spirit back saggy. I want to let go of the pain in my heart. If only the man was still with Wanda, maybe now their legs will sway to the rhythm of music mixed by a DJ. Do not forget a bottle of alcoholic beverages will be clutched in the hand.

The god rubbed his face rough. It was such a sad time that he had been through. Luckily he was still given a chance to change, though not completely.

The notification light pendant on the phone, making him reach for that flat object. Hope one of the messages comes in from Nisa. Again nothing, just some info from grub WA.

His fingers switched to WA status, scrool to poke down. [At least he doesn't have another status,]

However, he was stunned. Kala found the name of the former listed there.

[Confidence is gained not by many words, but by the correspondence between words and deeds,] the sound of the status of Nisa.

Suddenly the heart of God rippled to read the sentence written by the prospective lover of his halal. [Did he mean to insinuate me?] Immediately put aside the wild presumptions. The man should have thought, that Nisa's status was addressed to all those in the stubborn woman's contacts.

However, his heart did not calm if he did not ask something that stuck.

Soon she typed something for Nisa. 'It would be foolish to laugh at me' he said.

[You quipped me, huh?] send.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes passed quietly. Lunglai was already that tall man. Get up from the couch, walk around lazily. Suddenly the phone rang, not play happy God. Even though he didn't know who made the phone sound.

Somewhere far away, Nisa appears to be typing a reply for the Gods.

[No, I'm not insinuating anyone. It was a quoutes that I thought was good, so I wrote it. If you are offended, that's good. It means it is like that,]

Duerrr ....

Intentions wanted to find face in front of Nisa, instead backfiring for the Gods. Gun eat sir. He was sure the woman, still difficult to forgive. It was as if he was mired further and further in the abyss of regret.

He doubts, will the strategy to approach the former succeed?

Shortly after, Nisa sent a reply.

[If there is an intention to change, there is or is not a support, it will definitely move forward. It is because of God alone, not because of anyone,]

The stunned god read it, sending back a reply.

[God willing, I keep going even though there is no support,]

Silent.

Back there was no reply, the hustle of the man moved into the room. Then agilely, re-typed the message for Nisa.

[Let me go back in your life. Give it another chance. Me, you and El will be a happy family,]

[I know you're still angry, haven't forgotten the past. I-i understand. A jerk like me deserves to stay away. But I'm trying to change, so you can see me like I used to. Just one more door, give me one more chance. I promise I will not make the same mistakes and stupidities as before,]

There was no reply from Nisa. However, his heart was relieved. No matter what the answers to his messages are.

Without God knowing, on top of the bed that night, Nisa tried to hold back the tears that wanted to be spilled for reading the messages from the man. Gamelan. However, unconsciously his lips softened the sentence 'I love you.'

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At three in the morning, Nisa woke up. Immediately step to take ablution water to perform two rakaat night prayers. He spilled all that was squeezing in the chest.

Complaining and praying something that can never be separated, when the expanse of prayer begins to unfold. Only this time did he feel his cry so loose, as he paid tribute to his Lord. Then take the holy book, read it even if only a sheet or two.

I don't know what prompted Nisa to reach for the phone on the bed. When I finished reading the Divine Qalam. Open the application with the green color phone logo. Looking for the name 'Federal Bawdy.

[Saturday I want to go home. Want to drop something for El?] send.

Then, put the phone back. I lay down while waiting for the dawn.

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The god was stunned, reading a message from Nisa. If only he could not remember his age and weight, he might jump up and down on the springbed. What a joyous news.

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