Love Two Colors

chapter 9

POV

BRAINSTORM

My name is ilham nugraha. The son of Hendra's partner

nugraha and Lidya wulandari. My mother was just a housewife on her public and

my dad has some material stores that can be said to be quite advanced.

His income was also fantastic, the result of cooperating with some

the manager in the capital. Father's work is the main source of finance in the family

my. I'm 3 brothers. My brother, ryan Nugraha, is only 25 years old.

She is married and has a beautiful daughter aged 5

the year. His wife is also a housewife, my own sister has a business

dealerships. No matter how the story goes he was able to set up a sufficient dealer

good in Lampung. He also has a relationship with one

famous motor company. Business character like his decreased completely on

hers. I haven't been as keen as her to follow in their footsteps of being

businesspeople. I am still too afraid of failure. My sister is now 18

the year. She was busy with college and working part-time as a model

wedding in a wedding organizer. Although my family's economy belongs to

flat top. But, my parents always taught me responsibility and

self-contained. During the course of education, all needs and anything about money

it will be the responsibility of the parents. But after school. It was also the purse

our money will be stopped.

With my D3 certificate supply accounting computer

applying for a job at this Islamic bank. There is a father friend here who served

as HRD. However, dad already forbade her to accept my work if results

my tests are bad. Even though I'm a friend's son.

“if the value of inspiration is not worth receiving,

or not meeting the standard. Yeah, don't approve. Work is because

the quality. Not the power of ordal.” My father chuckles when I accidentally

eavesdropping on my dad's conversation on the phone. That's how my father never was

pampering his son. He really knows when to give when

let.

“today dad denger you said his late yak e

the office's. Why ?” Ask my dad when I get the apes the bike crashes and shit again

because it must be in bonceng alias. My amazing friend is magical.

“iya well, inspired motor broke down earlier on the road. Kayaking

his spark plugs are dead his word.” Answer me resignedly. My father scrunched his forehead.

“you.. understand motor machine ?” Ask her astonished. Mas

ryan who happened to be staying at home was also surprised.

“hmm…. Not yeah. Pas strike ilham met

ilham school. Keep her word maybe her spark plug died.”

“oh.. kirain you know about the machine.”ujar mas ryan

chuckles. Dad laughs “you want to learn automotive ham ?” Ask ayh then.

“no is yeah. Not interested ilham.” Answer me.

“continue now your motor where?” Ask mom

“take me mom. He said it would be later

in contact.” Obviously me again

“you're sure you don't boong ? now a lot

theft cases many motives.” Said mother.

“not a ma'am. That's temen deket ilham time High School

kok.” Answer me again. ”Yes there is no way that Alisa want to take that motor. Kalo

modif so what do you want her, yes maybe also.” My inner.

“temen SMA mas ilham who can nge workshop ?”

Ask aisah curious. He stopped his scroll activity tiktok.

“alisa her name.” Answer me

“ GIRLS ?!! ” father, mother, aisah and mas ryan too

astounded. Sister anna, wife of mas ryan even choked while eating

cake piece.

“uhuk... uhuk.. ce. k. girl can do. uhuk.

mnebrescendo ?” Ask her while coughing

“pelan slow mother.” Ryan approached his wife

and give me a drink.

“iya mbak, she is different from others.” Answer

my.

Prok prok ! I saw Aisah clapping

hands shaking their head.

“ckckck isn't afraid of getting him to work like that.

Awesome look at him.” Admonition. Looks amazed.

“gak all who work the workshop is near deck times.

Just before I had a dealer, I used to work in a workshop.” Bela mas ryan's.

“iya anyway, but, mas ryan is a guy. This is it, girl

mas. Bayangin try.” Aisah was still astonished.

I reckon. Alisa is different. Honestly, it's already

I have long harbored a taste for her. But, seeing his attitude I became less

confident approaching her. I don't want to, too, my long-standing friendship

it's so messy.

The next afternoon, I went to Alisa's house to pick up the bike

which he finished fixing. At first, I thought she had a boyfriend.

Apparently, what I saw on his sister's page, I was relieved. Since meeting

alisa because my bike broke down, I wanted to ask her if she had a boyfriend

or own family. But that question was never asked, because

a friend of hers has come to take my bike.

In the past, even in the same 1 exkul. Circle

my friendship and her are so different. We only met because of reading and hobbies

exculcated. The simple look and whether there is it really makes me.

Until when should I be her friend, only her name is always present in her

every bow down.

Alisa never changed since the appearance, though,

his hobbies and attitude are also his kejailan astaghfirullah. My guts are right

far below him when he had to drive me to work. I don't have people

dalem in the afterlife or how until bring the motor feels flying.

We exchanged books like we used to at school, I

books, any type of book will be read.in fact, maybe even cookbooks.

Although the chances of trying it were only 0%, he would definitely read it.

“read the book does not mean we have to practice content

his all, or so life's guide, ham. So, don't choose to choose.

All we need from the book is yes, science, information and entertainment.” I still remember

clearly said alisa first.

The book with the title stranded in the land of angels,

huh…. I think fiction is about fairy tales or magical lands. Turns out,

if only alisa hadn't bullied me, I might have thrown a vulgar book

that's.

I took the book to work. I hid it

meeting meeting in my bag.

“alisa, alisa still likes jail also you.” I muttered in amusement, as he confidently

he gave me that book, too,

which incidentally I am the opposite sex.

“assalam mualaikum mas ilham. It's still morning

smile smile yourself.” Said Anisa membuyar my daydream.

Anisa, my junior's in the office. Her son is kind, cheerful

and supele. Very delightful. As far as I know, he also worshiped. But I don't know

why do I sometimes feel uncomfortable if it is too close to her,

to keep his feelings I still behave appropriately just like ke

the other. A little distance anyway, so he doesn't think far about me.

This afternoon I intend to return alisa's book without

telling her. While in the office parking lot I saw Anisa being approached

a man, I see like his Anisa's scared. I'm trying to

not interfere. But, if di noticed it looks like Anisa is right in

the problem.

I offered her a ride home, she

directly assented.

“but I want to stop by temen.” first I'm clear

it would be on her if I would stop by Alisa's house.

Remembering alisa makes me happy. Maybe I am

I fell too deep with my own feelings. Astarghfirullah….

When Alisa opened the door, I knew she didn't

I will feel guilty every time I do.

PLOTS ! I hit her head slowly, so she knew,

I was so uncomfortable with her books that I couldn't sleep

overnight. Alisa laughed seeing me angry, I don't know if this is God's creature

which side. It's magical for me. After the stale talk, alisa asked

anisa who stood still watched us. I almost forgot

introducing anisa.

Alisa even mocked me, said Anisa would-be wife. Howsoever

can nominate another girl as a future wife, while the name I call

in every prostration only alisa maharani.

A few days after the events of the motor and book, which

I hope it's my destiny to meet Alisa again. Our relationship continues

continue in whatsapp chat. Sometimes it's just nonsense. Sometimes

nor was it responded by alisa, at least, our communication kept going

good. It just so happens that next week there's a book bazaar near the house. I'd like to take him

I hunted a few books there. I will also take aisah to

avoiding slander, however, I and alisa are not muhrim.

“dek, want iku mas no, malem week tomorrow ?”

Ask me aisah while she's playing hp in her room.

“where am ?” he asked back.

“to the malem market in the field. I want to find

books, same as alisa. Afraid there is a deck demon, you want to nemenin mas.” Answer me.

I used to be open with family as well with my brother or sister.

“oke. But pajek me, sweet fragrant yes mas. 2.” Word

my sister's happy.

“oke. But, if 2, you are not afraid of toothache ?”

Ask me.

“iiiiiiiiiiiiii...” aisah showing off a row of teeth.

his white clean well groomed. I smiled and rubbed his head

closed hijab. Before coming out of his room. Aisah was diligently hijab in

home since Junior High. He would only remove his hijab while sleeping.

POV

AUTHOR

Since after lunch alisa in the room

not out at all. The room is hard to tell. All clothes scatter

where is where.

“assalam mualaikum.” Mama alisa said hello.

“wa aleikum greetings.” Answer ali directly open

the door welcomed her mother.

“loh, kok mama gak wa ali anyway, let ali pick up.

Whose mom goes home?” Tanya ali was curious. Because alisa's dad has to

departing the city accompanied the camat who was on duty to make a visit.

“gak papa lah al. Once upon a time. Mama's coming home

ojek online earlier.” Mama replied as she walked into the room to change clothes.

Today there were no guests or friends of alisa's friends who went home, by any chance

or destiny.

“alisa where, al ?” ask your mom after changing

shirt. Mama checked all the housework alisa. And all of it was done

well done. It seems that alisa is not too difficult to teach feminism.

“gak know ma, from abis lunch is not out

room.” Answer ali. Her mother walked straight to the door of Alisa's room

enclosed.

“sa, mommy comes in yes !” said his mother when she knocked

the door has no answer. My mom opened the door immediately

AND……..

JENG……