LOVE IS BLOCKED BY BLESSINGS

Chapter 5

After I finished my maghrib prayer, I prepared all my needs for school tomorrow morning.

Because yesterday I had permission not to enter for two days, so I definitely missed the lesson from school.

Finally I contacted my friend Melinda, through my mobile phone.To ask what kind of tasks from school as long as I did not enter.

Tuuuuuttt...

After connecting, my phone was picked up by Melinda.

(Assalamu'alaikum Mel) I said to Melinda.

(Wa'alaikum salam El,, tumben telfon me) answer with a little ketus.

Yes because while I was at the house of pamn and aunt, I did not contact Melinda at all.Because there I was always busy, so be aware that melinda was angry with me.

(What do you think Mel answered???) ask her.

(You have forgotten me) Melinda replied.

(Yes, I'm sorry Mel, I was there busy helping Mel) I told her.

(Yes, I'm sorry this time) Melinda told me.

(Thank you so many, Mel, you are indeed my best friend forever deh hehehehe) I said to her with a laugh.

(Ohhhh yeah is there El you called me???) melinda said to me.

(Gini Mel, what kind of errands are there from school as long as I'm not in???) I asked Melinda.

(There is no duty at all El, because when you do not enter it, all the teachers at the meeting become free from duty) he explained to me.

(Oh yes) I replied.

(Ohhhhh yes El I have good news) Melinda told me.

(What's the good news I'm curious about??) ask her.

(Tomorrow I'll tell you in school) Melinda told me.

(Now aja loh, why should wait tomorrow) I said to him while a little pushy.

(Udah tomorrow only, if I tell you now until dawn will not be finished hehehehehehe) he replied with a laugh.

(Ok if that's the case, I also have good news that I want to tell you) I told Melinda.

(What'an El) he asked me.

(Secret dong is tomorrow at school) I told him.

(Ihhhh revenge for the story) he told me.

"Good to be curious" I muttered in my heart.

(Eh Spit first yes, I want to eat first the laper really because, Assalamu'alaikum) I said to Melinda.

(OK bebs, wa'alaikum salam) he told me.

After finishing the phone, I put my phone on my bed.And it seems I want to spend the morning and go to school to exchange stories with Melinda.Tak a long time mother called me.

"What are you done, if you have helped me" said my mother to me.

"Yes ma'am, for a while" I shouted from inside the room.

I put my foot up to my mother in the kitchen.

"What's wrong mom???" ask my mother.

"This please take this food to the living room, son, your father is waiting there" my mother told me.

"Yes ma'am" I replied.

I brought the food to the living room, and I arranged it neatly on the living room table.Then I sat next to my father.

"Your bike was fixed, so tomorrow it can be used" my father told me.

"Thank you" I said to my father as I hugged my father.

Bicycles that my father meant were wind bikes, people used to call them ontel bikes.Yes, everywhere I went, including when I went to school.And the bike has accompanied me since I sat down the SMP bench.

Sometimes also many insult me for using a wind bike to school.But I was just ignorant with their words, because for me the important thing I can still go to school.

(Ehhhhhhh only his father was hugged) said my mother.

(This is Miss Ela hugging too) I said to my mother.

I hugged my father and mother, I was so grateful to have them both.Although the economy of our family was only limited enough, most importantly for me I never lacked affection from them.

(Have come to eat, the food was cold) the father said to us, taking off his arms.

Without answering me and my mother just nodded her head.

Finally we all ate with a very simple menu.Yaitu tempe and fried tofu do not forget the terasi sambal that became his companion.

Not long after we finished eating, too,and I brought dishes and dirty glasses to the kitchen.Then I washed them and after I finished I approached my father and mother again in the living room.I sat in the corner seat next to my mother.

"Ela have you finished preparing all your needs, to go to school tomorrow?? mother said to me.

"Oohhhh then you will sleep not night" said my mother to me.

"Yes ma'am is fine" I replied.

"Ohhh yes Ela was your mother told me all, if you can get a parcel from a friend om Resa" said my father to me.

Dag...dig....My heart was pounding, because I was so scared that Dad would scold me.

"IIiiiiiyyyyyaaaaaaa yah" I replied with fear.

"Ela dad never forbid you to accept gifts and be friends with anyone, dad is also very happy you want to talk everything honestly to your mother" he told me.

I was silent at my father's words, because I was really scared.

"Say friends om Resa also play here, why is it true Ela" asked my father.

"Yes, yesterday he said that, but Ela also does not know the truth" I replied.

"If he wants to play here, please don't forbid"

"Well, yeah, aren't you going to get angry???" ask me dad.

"It's okay, son, because he came here when there was a father or mother at home "

"Thank you very much" I said to my father.

My father and mother looked at me with a smile I smiled at merela.And my heart also felt relieved and very happy because my father was not angry with me.

Didn't feel the time to show at eight o'clock at night.Dad and mother had already entered their room.Only I was alone in the living room.

Before I left the living room, I locked the door of my house.After locking the door I set my feet towards the bathroom to take the water.

Then I went back into the room to perform the Isya prayer'.After finishing my prayer lay my body on the bed.Suddenly there is a message entered on my mobile.I open my phone and I read the message.

(Assalamu'alaikum deck) the contents of the message

"This is whose number it is" I murmured inwardly.

I ignored the message because I didn't know whose number it was.

Not long back there are 6 incoming messages.With the content of the same message, and it increasingly makes me wonder.Nomer who sent a message to me.

Still the message was just open, without me reply.Suddenly my phone rings and I see a number I don't know earlier called me.

"I picked up, didn't I???" ask me in my heart.Ah I raise who knows important.

(Assalamu'alaikum) I said.

(Wa'alaikum salam, why is my message not answered on deck??) askinya.

(Sorry who is this??) ask her.

(This is Kris deck) he replied.

I paused for a moment, "what aye he mas Kris om Resa"tanyaku in my heart.

(Dek why the deck is silent, still there is the room) he asked me.

(Ah sorry, this is who Kris is) I asked her.

(I forgot the hell, I'm his friend om Resa) he told me.

(Ohhhhh yes remember, what's wrong with you,, oh my phone number from where did mas???) ask her.

(Yesterday I asked Resa, but only today I had the chance to contact you) he told me.

There was a sense of happiness that was enveloping my heart.I don't know why I was so happy when he called me.

(Decks of Sunday tomorrow God willing I play in your house) he told me.

(What's it for) I asked him.

(Only just silahturrahmi deck, allow) he asked me.

(It's okay mas, but if you come here don't be surprised) I said to him.

(Why indeed??) askinya.

(My house is very ugly) I replied.

(Ahhhh deck does not matter, but never look at people from their social status kok deck, for everyone mas the same deck.so adek do not have to be so yes) he explained to me.

(Yes, I just feel bad) I said.

(Here is the deck, I don't like ah if you say so) he told me.

(Ohhhh yes mas already yes phone, I want to rest because tomorrow morning I have to go to school, Assalamu'alaikum) I said to him.

(Yes dek, la'alaikum salam) he answered.

After I hung up the phone, I rolled around in bed feeling very happy and wished she had really come to my house.

~Connect~