Love is opposite belief

29-deja vu

"huftt, finally", Mifa paused after finding the mother of the two children.

"finally, lohh?", that woman, right,, is,,,

Flashback~

*Brugghhh", sound collision between 2 equal women wearing long syar'i .

"eh astaghfirullah, sorry well mbak, I accidentally" said Mifa who tried to stand up, and helped the woman to stand."yajh, no papa, I myself may also be wrong", the woman's lantur calms down the guilt-ridden Mifa.

Flashback off~.

the two women stared at each other with unfamiliar gazes, the mother stepped closer towards Mifa, Mifa could only be glued still both her hands hanging nails.

"hey, you who at that time I accidentally hit, once again I'm sorry about the incident oh well my name is Linda asri your name?" said the mother. the two children were in Rafael's warm arms.

"uh, sorry my name is Agustina Mifa Putri", Mifa carved a smile that she suddenly painted.

"he is my secretary. Brother", Rafael slipped the conversation and made the two women stare strangely.

"hm, good if so", lantur Linda patted Mifa on the shoulder. "is she fierce?with you?or vice-versa?".

"eh eng, her behavior is very strange", honestly Mifa while scratching her non-itchy head.

Linda laughed out loud that she didn't know what 'weird'. "weird? hem".

"he thought he was, but I behaved normally" Rafael said.

"mother, this sweet kaka had helped me when my mother died in the mosque", the little boy opened his warm conversation with his mother how anxious his face was when saying a word.

"yes, I know Mifa is very warm to young children, not so. El?", Linda steals a look at Rafael who is busy with the two children.

"strange?impossible", Rafael grinned at Mifa who was silent.

oh no, thought Mifa.

"wa'alaikumsalam".

Rafael grinned before Mifa who was staring at the little boy attentively. "eng, Brother I'll go home with just an ojel",

"it's up to you" Rafael leaves Mifa, the little boy trailing Rafael and finally being taken in by Rafael.

Mifa snorted angrily and pulled out her phone from the small bag, immediately ordering an ojel.

"i, in front of mbak" said the ojel daei mobile phone.

"yes sir, wait a minute",

Mifa came out of a fairly large building and certainly the room inside was like a prehistoric palace (impossible).

bang ojel and Mifa are now in a very crowded place, bang ojel is now being serious while asking questions to Mifa so that the atmosphere melts. Now the atmosphere is very warm because the bang ojel is also very open and sociable to make Mifa comfortable, and the type of easy to get along and open that 'type' of Mifa's friend.

"thank you a lot of tablets sir", Mifa came down from the bike in pitch black and took off the green hel and said 'ojol'.

"well, my neng is also very grateful", bang ojel was smiling to Mifa warmly, Mifa replied to her as well.

The mansion belonged to Mifa's hard-working parents during this time, Mifa walked towards the door of the house and knocked on her. "tokktokkkk.

"yes, beware" said the aunt as she swung the doorknob.

"assalamualaik".

"wa'alaikumsalam".

"oh yeah bi, where's mom and dad?" asked Mifa.

"oh the madam and the lord were ordinary non out of town", Aunt had already gotten used to Mifa's unaltered question when asking her parents who had arrived there was nothing at home.