Love is opposite belief

Love is opposite belief
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"already yok, go home", invite Iwan who is obviously embraced by Mifa. (his longtime antithrinya astaghfirullah), the inner Mifa.


Eventually the two men had come out of the supermarket next to the bar, each of them touching a bag of plastic containing food or snack snacks such as waffles, crackers, snacks and even drinks of various flavors.


"assalamualaikum", said Iwan and Mifa simultaneously. "wa'alaikumsalam", said a woman from the back of the yard.


"oh, aunty turned out to be in the back" Iwan said.


both of them stepped into the big but silent house. "uh, brother Iwan nginep here well?, tomorrow morning Brother came home", he asked his sister.


Mifa scrunched her forehead and knitted her eyebrows together. "what's the matter at Big Brother's house?", asked Mifa. "it's okay here is also quiet", continued Mifa again.


"yes, the original is the same our house is just as quiet just the difference between your house there is an aunt, and sometimes sometimes your parents stop by, if you're older brother emm, different Deck", iwan's expression immediately turned sad and looked at his beautiful sister.


"yes yes, do not be sad to have locked his house sis?". asked Mifa again. "astaghfirullah, already", almost Iwan made Mifa hangers.


"Plakkp.


the hard punch on Iwan's shoulder may be a red bruise tasting five fingers lentik, but Mifa did not care it was a consequence of Iwan himself. "forgiveness dekk, his punch lecturer brother aja lost to sister".


but Mifa only left Iwan ya g is writhing in pain because of the punch earlier, yes it was carried away by emotions accidentally the punch landed on Iwan's shoulders. "luckily dear", muttered Iwan.


step Mifa step towards the kitchen table while putting two plastic bags containing snacks or can be called snacks, and her plastic she put on the kitchen shelf to cook. preparing everything like a mother of conscience (oh, she's not married).


"weh, thank you for being ready", a familiar voice buzzed back in Mifa's ears who was tired of hearing it. "yes, right for both of us".


"Auntie?", he asked.


"certain".


"certain?".


Aunty appeared with a pretty dirty shirt because it cleaned the backyard (em) was quite dirty because it had long been not cared for only this time the backyard was cleaned by the aunt.


"eh, aunty shower first we will cool while watching the film yok?", take Mifa to Auntie. "yes deh no what", Auntie replied with pleasure.


Iwan silently took a snack that was liked by Mifa, meaning she only wanted to taste but was addicted, until Mifa saw the actions of her brother.


"Plakkp...


again, but now Mifa brushed off her brother's ignorant hand.


meanwhile, the, in a bar near the supermarket a man was enjoying his wine with a bang music that is very loud until it matches the rhythm of the beating heart makes him feel more drunk accompanied by a lady-in-waiting beside him.


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"auntie did not come along, mending me eat all", muttered Iwan, ups there are eagle eyes that see it like a prey. "do not EAT first". shouted the eagle, aka Mifa.


footsteps came from behind Iwan's back, the two immediately turned their heads back and saw a neat aunt and a fragrant smell filled the noses of Iwan and Mifa.


"tumben neat really deh", Iwan saw aunty wearing a long blue donker dress and a hijab that was seiras. "uh, Iwan, yes non later malem, do I have a study so non buy to know the tek aja yes?maap very well non", but aunt indifferent to Iwan who is commenting on the clothes he is wearing now.


"uh, it's okay to do it once a month doang I don't mind" said Mifa sincerely, accompanied by a smile.


"astaghfirullah, I was beaten", said Iwan, his heart seemed to be played (of course not).


"here is aunt sitting next to me" asked Mifa.


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