Love is opposite belief
28-andika.
the man was as tall as Rafael, the difference between his pale white skin and a sharp nose in the grace of thick eyebrows and sharp eyes. When the smile is so sweet.
"hm just like you".
"and, this. who? very pretty", she continued.
"oh, I'm Mifa seker-".
"he's my secretary", Rafael immediately cut off Mifa's words that he wanted to convey to a man as a sign of respect for each other.
"yes I know, introduce me andika arzani son" he said, describing a beautiful smile to Mifa.
Mifa returned that smile, not with Rafael looking grim as the two of them smiled at each other.
Rafael immediately pulled Andika's arm violently and brought her to the table surrounded by the elite, Rafael and Andika were warmly welcomed by the woman beside him, but both ignored her.
meanwhile Mifa just stayed in place and tried to understand her situation. "why and why did Kak Rafael bring Pak Andika there?" he said
Mifa glanced at her watch and it showed at 12:10, the time of shilat dhuhur for Muslims, "I will ask someone", he said as he left the place where he was standing.
"excuse me, is there a musholla here?", asked Mifa to the employee who was carrying dirty dishes and trays.
"oh, under a fairly large ladder turn right there mosholla and ablution place" explained his employee to Mifa.
"thank you".
not for a minute Mifa went straight to the stairs are quite large and turn right for ablution and prayer, borrowing shophouses in the mushola.
next to her were two cute little kids around the age of five or six? I don't know maybe that.
When finished praying Mifa took care of Ruko and Sajadah that she borrowed in the mosque and put her on a glass shelf.
a child pulled Mifa's clothes about twice, Mifa looked at the child next to her. "sister, please put our shophouse into the glass shelf", said the child while offering two small shophouses.
"ah, yes beautiful sister", Mifa received the shophouse and put it in the Glass Shelf.
"are you with your parents? or alone?", asked Mifa while bowing before the two little children.
"enngg, mom, she's done praying she's wearing a yellow Muslim dress, and now I don't know where she is", the two children began to shed their tears while rubbing them with small hands.
"quiet little sister, I will try to deliver you to your mother, as much as you can", Mifa rubbed the heads of the two little children and brought her out the mushola.
"where is my son? oh no I'm too stupid", the mother accused herself.
"i'll go look for him".
"remember kaka, maybe he was praying" Rafael said.
"you, ask me to hit ya?", the mother threatened Rafael not to talk too much.
meanwhile Mifa and the two young children were passing through almost half the room of the large building. "sister, it looks like I found a mother", said one of the children and tried to show her mother.
"IBUUUUUU", cried the little boy who was beside Mifa and the little boy in the carrying Mifa jumped down.
"huftt, finally", Mifa paused after finding the mother of the two children.
"finally, lohh?", that woman, right,, is,,,
MAAP YES AUTHOR CUMAN CAN UPDATE TWO:'(,,,AUTHOR STILL MANY EXAMS:D
