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Pink cake

"Dance, please take this cake to the opposite house yes, house number A-20. Here's the bill. Please take care of the attitude, say hello" the message of the mother thrusting a large plastic wrap in black. Inside there are two large boxes containing cakes made by mamak.

"Yes mak. Ready." Answer me as I go out.

At 07:00 p.m., outside there were some people walking and vehicles running. I'm walking enough out the alley to the big road. Because the distance is not far from my alley, across the street a lot of luxury housing in a row. More two or three stories, depending on the area of the building land purchased from the developer. If my house includes an old house design itself. Simple model only one ground floor. The old house that lived first with the other houses that lined up one row with me.

In this alley, my house is almost in flats among the elite houses. Because this area is already in the magic of becoming a metropolitan city. There are few houses left, poor people who still defend our land and our dwellings here.

Our house is almost invisible. Thank goodness we didn't get caught by people who were making money. Some of my neighbors were gone because they were tracings, and they were compensated by those moneyed people. But thankfully for the streets, my area is not like Jakarta, whose streets are full of traffic jams. It's still smooth here.

I crossed the road towards the house. I'm looking for the A-20 number. Not long after, I found the house.

I'm riveted.

'Oops ! Why does this house number lead to a house that the man pointed at sucks?am I not at home wrong?' I murmured in my heart. Without a second thought I tried to push the doorbell.

Ting tong ting keg

"Excuse me...."

"Assalamu'alaikum.." call me a little scream waiting for the owner of the house to come out.

Shortly from inside the house came a mother of almost 50 years, but her face was still a little younger than my mother's. Then the mother unlocked the lock of the fence to greet me.

"Kue from Minarsih's mom?"tanyanya smiled to make sure.

"Yes ma'am." I nodded with a smile, while thrusting out the plastic package and the bill note.

"You're his son, huh ?" Ask again.

I'm nodding. "Thank you, son. Here's the money" continued the mother handed over some money according to the note. I

accept it with pleasure.

"Then I say back mom, don't forget to continue subscribing to my mom's cake." pamitku at once offer again.

"That must be son, your mother's cake is delicious." she replied with great emphasis with a smile.

I smiled back too.

"Thank you for the compliment mom, I hope you're satisfied. Then I say goodbye once more, Excuse me.." I said politely, withdraw from the house.

The mother smiled and turned her body into her house.

I crossed the street and I turned for a while towards the two-story house. 'Is it true that annoying guy lives there?'I murmured in my heart.

'Ah ! Why is my mind suddenly going there? The business is I the same as him ?! Want him to be right not to stay there, why should I care ?!'

suddenly my mind was normal again. I threw away the unimportant things earlier. I continued my steps towards home.

(without dance knowing, there was someone behind the window of the house who noticed it from a distance. He just smiled). The author smiled.

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Arriving home, I went to the kitchen to hand over the payment from my mother's subscription. Then I went straight to my room.

I threw my body in a minimalist mattress, and my eyes were facing the ceiling. I remember what happened this morning. What a shitty, shitty day. Because of bad luck, finally got to be punished. In addition to meeting a familiar snob, bothering me at school until home this afternoon.

Ismail is cruel. My legs until sore must be squatting while my hands are fretting at the ears. Walk about 50 meters from the gate to the line of friends, and the upperclassmen are finished with the ceremony. I looked around, they looked at us with a small laugh. It embarrassed me.

I realized among the row of upperclassmen, there was someone I had liked for a long time. I like his good looks, his personality and his intelligence. His name was STAR MAULANA IBRAHIM. He's my upperclassman from since Junior High. When I went to high school, I met him again. Now he's in XII class. Soon he graduated, he was busy preparing for the final exams of school.

I looked at the sky carefully staring at the thoughts in question. 'When will the Starlings take a glance at me? when did she feel like I had liked her for so long?' I always smiled bitterly when I remembered that he had received the book I had loaned, It was from the library that contained life motivation. He accepted it with a smile. A few days later, I met him in front of the mosque, he greeted me after the dzuhur prayer. Then he started talking about "The book you love is already read by brother. It is good yes. make the spirit of life ! we know how to determine the course of our lives !" He began to convey it with a fiery spirit.

I smiled listening, he gave me a review of the book I gave back then. Even if it's a loan from the library.

"Sister is now beginning to realize how to live this life. Thanks Tar" he continued smiling. His eyes sparkled making my heart flutter.

Your happy face is beautiful, like your name. I praise you in my heart.

Aaahh. I cupped my face on the bolster pillow that I hugged tightly. Brother Bintang just asked me to talk like that, making my heart jump around. Just like that, I tried to cover up my misdeeds. It feels like there are so many interactions with Bintang. I don't know when, I can't be sure. Just dreaming.

drrrtt.. drrttt. suddenly my hp is on.

I woke up looking for my phone. I heard the sound coming from the direction of my desk. I got up from my fall, and I took the phone lying on the table.

I unlocked my phone pattern, I saw a message coming in from Dian. huh ! at least the point is not clear.biasalah equally single.so look busy let's not get bored. let's not like a grave. I opened it, I read it

Dance, do not forget the script of poetry, cepet make. he said he wanted to join the race together ka Bintang. later I make the champion 1 and 2 between you and kak Bintang. haha

Ish, dian what the hell.remember but always fad about the related to the Star sister.

okay. later I think first the poem wants to like how.but you do not bother about ka star dong ! you are flabbergasted again on the show. I repay.

oiya one more ! let anyone who is a champion.do not cheat even if you are a role model. I sent one more reply with a warning.

wkwk...I'm kidding tar ! you are the one who is too hopeful champion with your beloved sister. hahaha.

Dian does like to be a little annoying. He's a friend who wants to help but at the same time drop. Come on, I'm not replying to the message anymore. I put my phone in its original place, I turned my body towards my bed.

Not long after the incoming message notification reads again. Stalled steps.

'surely the dian started again deh continued to mock me.' I thought, I ignored him.

I put my ass on the bed, and suddenly the phone on the table rang a song for a few seconds. I woke up, walking to the table.

New number? who yes, my curiosity guessing. has not yet been raised, the call stopped. I open to the menu hp. appears one incoming message on the screen from the number.

I opened it. My forehead frowned reading the message.

Good night, you fierce chick... I tasted a cake made by your mother quite good.hehe

my brain thinks for a moment.

'so it's true that shitty guy lives in that house? why does he know my number? who did he get it from?'

"ishhh...why did he start interfering with my thoughts and activities ?!" gertutuku grasping hp with greget.

"what class is he really ?! keep trying to disrupt my life!"

uh, why do I keep talking about him. I hit my head to wake up.

Come Tariiii. Focus, focus, focus ! I prevent thinking about things that hinder my goals.

I let out a sigh.I laid my body back on the bed.I closed my eyes to rest. Tomorrow go to school do not let misfortune again.

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