Love Flips At The End of the Season

PR IN INDONESIAN

Nadya also laughed but in her heart she was very grateful Fatim could know Abas without going through the arranged marriage he planned.

*thank You God, for all Your graces, may I not choose Abas wrong to be a Priest for my daughter Fatim, I do not want what happened to me to repeat to my beloved Fatim, said Nadya.*

"Darling ... yuk we enter the day is getting late, and you're going to school tomorrow?" Glancing Fatim.

"Astagfirullah... Mama ... Fatim has not yet mastered the Indonesian language task, but tomorrow must be collected at seven lo ...." Clapping eel.

"Yes, let's go in." Draw Fatim's hand.

The mother and child entered the house immediately, and it was late at night.

Nadya drove Fatim to her room.

"Honey .. don't go to sleep, make PR immediately boobok ya!"

"Ready boss!"

Nadya walked out of Fatim's room, all the way to his room did not feel Nadya shed tears, after so many years separated from her husband Bram, now the memory of their togetherness crossed Nadya's mind.

*Mas Bram .. You know I hate you so much but I still love you so much, I can no longer marry because of you, the pain that you have so deeply incited, she said, I remember our last birthday before that, you gave me a bunch of red roses that were so fragrant, at that time my injured finger was pierced by the thorn of a rose with a swift you suck my injured finger and treat it, now I hate roses so much, I hate everything I like because of you, I hate everything I love, all these years I have tried to kill your memories, the more I will remember you, I try to forgive you today, so that my heart feels spacious. Allah is Oft-Forgiving, and I will forgive you, and I am ashamed to hold this grudge and anger for so long. Now the burden of those dozens of years I was destroyed only by an apology .. I forgive you mas .. forgive me. Forgive me O Allah, inwardly Nadya.*

Nadya sat down at the end of the stairs, her tears were broken, well she tried to forgive Bram's mistakes after a dozen years, she wanted to start arranging her heart and life at the age of no longer young, she wanted to start living, he wanted to focus on the life of Fatim alone, his only daughter, who became his solace, and was the most beautiful gift he had.

Nadya departed from her seat and walked towards her room, she felt very tired and decided to just sleep.

*****

Fatim Room ...

"Hoaayam." Closing mouth.

"Yes Allah ... very sleepy, what will be the PR? But afraid to forget tomorrow." Tapping his head with a pen.

"Work ? .. isn't it? ...work? .. isn't it?"

"Haduhhhh .. yes already work aja than tomorrow berabe, cook a new child was lazy to PR, ehmmm .. zahttt ! Fatim loe certainly can," prides himself.

Finally Fatim decided to do PR Indonesian language which is only five questions.

"This is the first question: "Say the meaning of the novel?"

"Ehmmm what is it? Oh, and ask Google." Opening Hp.

"Sip meet." Writing in his book.

Novel is a long prose essay that contains a series of stories of one's life with those around him and accentuate the character and nature of each perpetrator.

"Yes ! Now number two, : What do you call a novel writer?"

"OK write's."

The author of a novel is called a novelist.

"Number three now, : Mention. parts - parts of the novel?"

"OK the scroll first, stop! Meet me! "

"Continue writing."

Part - part novel :

Chapter;

Sub - Chapter.

"Hoaaaamm .. O Allah sleeps, but there are two more, be patient, Fatim," muttered to himself.

"Yee is now about number four: "Speaking out the kinds of novels?"

"Scroll carii ! Meet me! Theratssss!"

Type of Novel :

Romantic ;

Horror ;

Mystery of ;

Comedy ;

Inspirational ;

Fiction ;

Non Fiction ;

Teenlit.

"Alhamdulillah, there is one more problem" said Fatim.

"Last question :" Mention ten titles of the novel and its author that you have read?"

"That's exciting, but I think there are more than ten of my favorite novels, well I've written more than ten, calculate - calculate the bonus for teachers who know later want to read also .. he .. he ...." Laughing while imagining Intan's expression.

"okay! Tousss."

Title of the novel I have read :

Aisha's Chant of Destiny, Fitri Rahayu ;

Springing Love At The End of the Season, Fitri Rahayu ;

Love For Doctor Nisa, Fit Three Fitri ;

My Secret Wife, Almaira ;

Forced to Marry Young Master, La Sheira ;

My Secret Husband, Sary Bhieltha ;

My Introvert Husband, Miss Lancaster ;

White Ash - Ash, Shohibul Ikhsan ;

Headline Missing, Rahayu Avillia ;

Last Minute, Fofo ;

Angels Become Devil, Rishwani ;

Against My Fear, Princess Erggina ;

Beautiful Architect, Fit Three Fitri ;

Corner's Novel, Editor.

"Yeee finally finished my PR, now the bobok is not strong my eyes, hopefully tomorrow can come on time," said Fatim to himself.

That night Fatim fell into a deep sleep, until dawn.

*****

Fajr come ...

"Allahu Akbar's... Allahu ... Akbar ...." Azan's voice rattled.

And a Fatim who fell asleep at night as if he had not heard the voice of the call of the devil. He was still engrossed in his thick blanket.

Nadya who had memorized the behavior of her daughter immediately went out of the room to the second floor to wake her favorite daughter.

"Nl .. tok ... Fatim dear ... wake up son already at dawn lo," said Nadya softly.

Silence has no answer.

Finally Nadya opened slowly the door of Fatim's room which was never locked.

"They! Door handle open.

Looks like a girl is still sound in a warm blanket of her favorite. Fatim's face was so cute like a sleeping baby, so innocent without a burden.

"Goup." Kissing Fatim's forehead gently.

"Ehmmm ... Ma ... Fatim is still sleepy" said Fatim with a hoarse voice.

"But it's eight o'clock baby, he said he wants to cuddle up his language assignment at seven," Nadya said without sin.

"Ma .. It's actually eight o'clock, it's still dark and quiet." Go look out the window.

"Mamaaaa! "

"Then you don't wake up, do you?"

Fatim put on a sweet smile as the answer.

"Buruan salat, run out of it immediately take a shower and breakfast ya." Leaving Fatim who was still hearing - grin.

*****

Dining Room....

"Ma ... Fatim is leaving now !"

"What a morning, dear?"

"Yes, did Fatim still have to go to the house of Yati, truss later before seven o'clock must arrive at school to give birth to PR." Holding her PR book.

"Emmm .. well baby, finish the breakfast and be careful." The head of Fatim.

"To my dear mother, Assalamualaikum." Leaving the dining room.

"Mosur." Look at Fatim's departure.

Fatim had driven towards the house of the Yati. And soon Fatimpun arrived.

"Tin .. tin ...." Fatim motor horn.

"Who the hell who the morning - morning already noisily in front of the house," Yati sewot said.

Yati immediately went out of the house to see who made a storm in the morning.

"Fren kok loe morning - morning anyway, it's still six o'clock, I haven't had a shower !" Shouted Yati.

"Well, does that mean you want me to stay or am I waiting?" Ask Fatim.

"This time I'm loe just stay, it's okay - what's the matter I must have long, I haven't bathed, haven't rubbed a uniform, haven't distinguished, and many moreiiiii," Yelling at Fatim.

"Okay, I stay, but you don't be late" said Fatim.

"Okeeeeeee! " Shouted Yati.

Finally Fatim left without Yati, although it felt incomplete without Yati sitting on his motorbike.

*****

High School Featured ...

Fatim parked his motorbike to an ordinary place, and then just headed to the school gate. Fatim was surprised because there was already a Dimas waiting for the school gate.

Slowly Fatim approached the gate, and was about to pass immediately to his class.

"Fatim .. wait !" Shouting Dimas.

"Can I help you, brother?"

"It's Rangga's problem."

" What's Rangga?"

" The sick man !"

"Ohh, but what does that have to do with Fatim?"

"Rangga wants to loe his beard."

"Emang Kak Rangga opens what hospital?"

"The host is in his house."

"Ooh, Fatim see you later Kak ya, Fatim hunt - hustle." Walk away from Dimas.

"Fatim .. pliss, I'll wait for you to fly home from school."

Fatim continued to walk without telling or looking, he was upset because it was as if this was a coercion for Fatim, and he did not like being forced.

Until the class, Fatim immediately took his Indonesian PR book and left the classroom again to the teacher's room to collect his duties to the table Bu Intan.

After finishing Fatim sitting in the back of his class while waiting for Yati. Long Fatim waited but Yati never came, while the other children had many who came. Long bell rings.

"Teeeeeeetttt." Entrance sign.

All the children had lined up neatly in front of the class but Yati's figure had not yet come. Fatim looked very agitated.

*Haduhhh where the Oneng, kok has not come anyway, was awaited do not want, turn left late, Cepet come Yatiii, the inner Fatim upset.*

All have entered the class, greetings and doalun already, but the figure of Yati has not yet been seen.

This morning the first lesson was Mathematics and his teacher Mr. Rozi was very sad. Just five minutes of learning arrived - the door was knocked.

"Tok .. tok .. sorry sir I'm late" said Yati.

"You're five minutes late so push up five times, monggo." Melotin Yati's.

"Eh .. yes sir five times," replied Yati trembling.

"Hup ... one ... hup ... two ... hup ... three ... hup ... four ... hup ... hup ... liii .. ma .. ma ...." Yati's voice shook.

"Baguns! And sit! Mr. Rozi's orders without a smile.

The breath of Yati has ngos - bored, sweat already pouring out yet also sitting know - know the sound of announcements from office loudspeakers sounded.

"Observations ! For all classes Ten IPA 1 immediately go to the ceremonial field except Fatimah Ananbra, because you did not collect the Indonesian PR that I assigned yesterday, I'm waiting for everything on the field, I'm waiting for you, S - E - K - A - R - A - N - G!"

All the children were excited because they had forgotten the Indonesian task yesterday. And Yati had put on her face.

"Fatiiiiiimmmm, please lueee."

" I'm sorry Fren I can't help" said Fatim while grinning.

Stay Mr. Rozi and Fatim in class.

"Oke Fatim because you are the only student who does the task of Bu intan gebetan Father, this semester I will love you the bonus do not need to join the replay but a hundred in hand."His brows furrowed up and down with a smile.

"Sure father?"

"Yep !"

"Alhamdulillah, the sustenance of the children of Sholehah," said Fatim smiling widely.

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