Love Flips At The End of the Season

SURPRISE FOR FATIM 2

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Fatim Residence ....

"Ma, Fatim's leaving huh." The girl kissed Nadya softly.

"She be careful on the road." Nadya waved her hand.

After her daughter left, they returned busy to prepare a surprise for Fatim, a girl praying to Nadya's darling.

Nadya immediately contacted Momon.

"Mon how? Is everything ready?" nadya asked while looking at the wall clock that had shown seven in the morning less than fifteen minutes.

"I bought it, Mom. It's just that the delivery can only be before the sublime," Momon replied smoothly.

"Well, it's actually too late, can't it be faster?"

"Sorry, Mom. It doesn't seem to." Momon confirmed to Nadya, the master.

"Oh yes it should be true yes, because it's afraid Fatim came home quickly without us knowing, he took an angkot because today." Nadya explained to Momon.

Meanwhile in the angkot Fatim already sat sweet, no one would have thought that he could run as fast as a deer and fight as good as Anita Mui.

"Left Sir!" Fatim asked the angkot car he was riding to pull over. He was going to the boarding house of Abas who asked him to take a license because he went back to the cottage with Hanafi.

Fatim had already come down, he paid his angkot and was very surprised because it turned out the cost was very cheap.

"How much Sir?"

"Three Rebu aja Dek, it was up from the elite complex, right?" ask the driver while looking at Fatim.

"Yes, sir." Fatim reached into his pocket and handed him a piece of fifty thousand.

"The money is big, where there is a change of Deck, it's still morning." The driver looks upset.

"Udah do not have to pay, basic look for opportunities," rusuk anguished anguished anguish driver.

Fatim smiled at the expression of the driver, casually lowering his head at the angkot window.

"His money is save your father, I don't ask you to give me change." Fatim passed leaving the angkot on his side.

Feeling bad because it had berated and misunderstood, the driver chose to go down by chasing Fatim.

"Dad!"

"Dad! Wait!" The pet-hat man with a small towel stuck around his neck ran towards him.

"Why Sir?" Fatim stopped and let the man get closer.

"Anu .. sa-I want to apologize for misunderstanding the same adek." The man looked down.

"It's okay, sir. It's just that next time do not like to condescend or prejudge others, and if you want to give alms, do not use any frills." Fatim said his heart to the man who looked furious.

"Thank you again, Dek. You see many who use this trick in order to ride free public transportation what else these kinds of students adek." The man stated the reason.

"Oh yes, sir. Pantsan aja father so this is. This is a little extra for the father in exchange for the loss of the father who has been though maybe this is not enough." Fatim gave the driver five hundred thousand bills.

"No need to Deck, you just explain it's not asking for a change." The man tried to refuse.

"I sincerely give no other intention, I hope the father has also mengikhkaskan alms the father to children who like to lie to the father, so that it could be a reward for the father himself." Fatim smiled, with a tremble the man received the money Fatim gave.

"Thank you very much Deck." The man smiled and saw Fatim walking away from him.

*It turns out there are still people in this world who are really sincere in helping, may Gusti Allah repay all your kindness.*

The man returned to his angkot, many of his passengers who mengedumel because they felt ignored, while they had misfortune. The driver apologized to all of them before returning to run the car.

While Fatim is now standing right in the boarding house Abas. He looked for the key that had been stored according to the direction of his friend.

"Where yes he said here but there is none" Fatim muttered to himself.

"Yes finally met." Fatim took the key and rushed into the house.

He walked to Abas's room, saying that his letter was in the desk drawer in his room.

"The room is three, which room is Abas?" Fatim scratched his nape that was not itchy.

"I'm going in or something." Fatim spoke to himself.

"But every door has an Arabic script so, what do I read try to spell." Fatim came closer to the door and began to read the Arabic script on the door.

"A-b-i, oh this is abi's room." Fatim walked to the other door.

"H-a-n-a-f-i, ah this has Hanafi so definitely the middle of this room Abas.

Clamps!

Fatim started to enter and opened the door, then he turned on the light. He quickly went to the table in the room of the man he had begun to secretly like.

Krett!

Fatim opened the drawer and he took the envelope inside.

*There are two envelopes, which one is the permit? Basic Abas do not tell me what color envelope, do I open first yes both but later not polite, if not opened later misfortune. Yes, I opened it.*

"I'm sorry, Bas, I opened your letter." Fatim took the first white envelope and began to open it.

"Good thing is not to use glue, otherwise I may have to change the envelope." Fatim smiled to himself.

Fatim immediately looked up when he saw the contents of the envelope in his hand. Out of nowhere suddenly his tears flowed, but he was not the type of girl who was crybaby.

"This photo, why is there the same Abas? Where'd he get it?" Fatim clutched an almost blurry photograph framed beautifully with the same black trim of the side as he had.

Fatim found a photo of his childhood memories with a man sitting, looking as they embrace each other's hands on their shoulders with the other hand holding a lollipop.

*Didn't Abas be Pop's brother, but if he's why I don't recognize him and he doesn't know me either, it's worth it every time around it feels familiar. God, I finally found Pop.*

Fatim smiled in his tears, quickly saving his beloved picture which was also beautifully framed in his room. He took another ampoule and checked it, it turned out that it was Abas's license.

Fatim went out and locked Abas' boarding door. His mind was currently focused only on Abas, if it was true that he was Brother Pop then there would be many things that he wanted to talk about with him.

"I'll call Abas after school or tonight, I have to!" Fatim went to school.

*****

Meanwhile in the boarding school Abas and Hanafi who have arrived since yesterday are still waiting for what his brother will say.

Somehow Abas' heart felt uneasy, he also remembered the photo of his memories left behind.

After dawn Rahmat asked Abas to stay at home because something would be said. Hanafi is also in his dormitory.

"Umi, what exactly does Abi want to say?" asked the curious Abas, he was sure that this time it was so important that his ashes asked for a special time to talk.

"We'll wait, son. Only your brother has the right to deliver it instead of umi." Mary laid out her son with a smile.

Abas could only sigh as an expression of his feelings that were upset because he was curious, and at this time he felt very worried if the father asked him to get engaged, while he liked other girls.

Hmm how does it go? wkwkwkwk happy waiting yes

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