Low-class people's love "the driver's note"

Why is it like this?

Drowsiness that is difficult to fight. Understandably sleep deprivation overnight, because it continues to keep the baby who occasionally cries. Makes Dafa's eyes want to be closed.

He slowly laid his body on the sofa that lay in front of the tv. Repeatedly evaporating. Slowly his eyes began to close. His sight began to fade. Deepen. Getting deeper.... And.....

Suddenly he was surprised. The sound of the baby's cries jolted her ears in a hurry She got up to head towards the cot where the baby was lying.

Dot that still had milk, which was at the end of the cot was immediately grabbed. Then put it in the baby's mouth. Until the baby is silent . The baby seemed to drink it. Spend it!

Moments later, the baby's mouth released the pacifier. Then his eyes closed again. Sleep again.

Dafa took a deep breath. His body was still sitting on the edge of the cot, while looking at the baby. Meanwhile, his heart continued to rage. Churned. So horrible....! This baby made my relationship with Sulis almost run aground. Or maybe it ran aground. Something I was so afraid of. So what am I supposed to do with this baby?

Dafa looked agitated . Piqued. And angry! But for whom? I don't know. To that baby?

He looked back at the baby's face. Sharper. And even sharper. Then he bowed while shaking his head. He doesn't deserve me to hate. It's not appropriate that I'm angry with him . On the contrary, I should love him. His mother wasted it. Throw it away. Then how could I dump it too?! Is that the fate of the baby?! Where is my human instinct?!!

I must love him. ....!!!

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Dafa's desire to close his eyes, so that his drowsiness disappears that afternoon. Let me. This drowsiness I fight. A glass of coffee might help me drive that sleepiness away.

Dafa went to the kitchen, to concoct a glass of black coffee. When stirring coffee in a glass. Inner Dafa is a bit lara . There's a fine incision. Sulis usually makes coffee for him. Yes, before any of these incidents happened. I wasn't. Yes ..

The thought of Dafa reminiscing about the previous days of Sulis would usually be in this house when Dafa was not at work. Cooking rice and side dishes. Wash clothes. Even to her underwear . Until sometimes Dafa felt embarrassed because the item was very privacy.

"It's not a.." Dafa reaches for the ************** that you want to write to wash. That time.

"Emang why?" Sulis pouting. I want to be pampered

"This is very personal. Don't let anyone else hold on"

"So you consider me someone else? So all this time I wasn't part of your life?" Sulis is frowning. But the bottom of a beautiful person, even though it is pouting, it still looks beautiful. "Well, if you still consider me someone else. I'm gonna go. And I want to die. Free to live also "

"Writing is not what I meant. I'm afraid you're disgusted."

"What do you think I am. The same time her future husband had a sense of disgust" Sulis stared at spoiled Dafa. "I like you from head to toe. Nothing except."

Sulis is like that. Spoiled Always adorable. And what made Dafa fall in love with her even though her face was very beautiful. Eleven-twelve with the artist Sahrini mah, but never arrogant and mayo. His appearance is not excessive. I don't like shopping. Not wasteful. Diligent prayer. And the most moving is!

If there is less than him, according to Dafa is only one. Sulis is not hijab. Yes, if it had been hijab.Sulis is a dream woman. Dreams throughout the ages.

Once on Eid Al-Fitr Dafa Day visited his house. At that time, Sulis was wearing a hijab. Yes like most other women when welcoming the big day . Dafa's eyes were wide as if he was going out. His heart muttered "He is a Sulis or an angel from heaven. Cuantik.. "

"Why mas. Koq's bengong?"scolded Sulis at that time.

"Oh. Are you really Sulis?"

"Yes. Why indeed?"

"I guess the angel from heaven.

Pretty ...ck.ck..."

"Ah. Waggots."

"I'm real. I'm not seducing."

Sulis blushed in shame. His heart seemed to float high. Dafa Praise is why.

"I'd like you to be my wife later, you're dressed like this. Wanna?"

"I actually want to say that. But afraid you don't agree. Now you're the one talking. So with pleasure. Once she got the title of Dafa's mistress. I'm hijab."

Sulis. Dafa sighs. Her sweet memories kept popping up in her eyes. Missing him was burning. The chest is like it's about to explode.

Sulis.....

Oh my God, open his heart. Uncover the curtain of suspicion. So that he can come back to me. Because I don't want to lose him. Show him, God, that I'm not cheating. That baby is not my son. The baby is nothing.... . O Lord.

His mind is getting worse. . I need to call him now. Maybe this time he can trust my explanation.

First call. It turned out that Sulis did not lift it. Dafa's disappointed.

Second call. Not lift-up. Come dong lift ..beautiful. Please.angkat. Dafa hopes in his heart. But eventually Sulis did not lift either. Dafa was even more disappointed.

Third call. Sulis' phone was disabled. Dafa's disappointed. Dafa was so devastated that he immediately slammed into the table.

Sulis was still angry. Or maybe Sulis was determined not to see him again. Dafa patted his forehead. If that's what happened. It feels like this world is doomsday. Don't...! Don't make!!.

His phone suddenly rang. Dafa jerks. Sighs in relief. Thank God.he finally called me.

Soon hpnya grabbed. See the name of the sipem called it. And then the young man drowned. Apparently the one who contacted him was not Sulis. But Boss. Rice pitcher.

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Just this time Dafa felt reluctant and lazy to accept the call of his Boss. The phone in his hand was placed again on the table. Then the tone of his incoming call continued to be allowed to ring. Unconcerned. Until finally the ring disappeared on its own.

Dafa continued to hold onto his forehead with his two palms. It feels heavy .

His phone rings again. Dafa just glanced at that hp. It turns out he was again, the bathinnya. And he did not want to lift it back. Until the ring disappears again.

In her little heart she felt wrong and insolent. A man who always receives a salary from his employer. Also often receive help, dare to comfort the employer. Maybe her employer needs something now.

And this time the phone rings again. Dafa glanced at him. Oh. Slowly the phone is taken. Taped to the ear. It feels so lazy.

"Hello.." Dafa's voice was soft.

"Where are you Daf? Koq just picked up?"

"Anu Boss Ee.." she replied confusedly.

"Again sleep?"

"Yes the boss." His lie.

"Tomorrow to go again. Ready right?"

"Where?"

"Where is koq going? Yes regular to the market Mother dong. Send rice."

Dafa. This time the task was heavy. Over to carry the mountain. Oh.

"Are you not feeling well?" His boss caught a gaffe.

" No Boss."

"But koq seems lazy to leave. Oya, must still miss Sulis. Aye right?"

Dafa only gulps spit that feels drag . It dries before it reaches the throat.

"Triple cooking is not enough for you to let go of longing. Oya, now you must be the same Sulis right?"

"No boss" he replied. The pain!

"Oyeah, it's afternoon. He must have gone home?" The boss chuckles."Oya Daf, when are you going to propose to her?"

Dafa shook his head. Even though the trousers were definitely not visible to his boss. Because to answer 'either or not know' his mouth suddenly jammed.

"If you want to propose say yes? You must need a lot of money." said the rice boss was attentive. "Perhaps later you need extra money just say it. Insya Alloh I'll give you a debt."

"Yes Boss. Thanks.."

"Already well. Don't forget tomorrow ready " said the boss closing the conversation.

Dafa put the hp on the table. Exhausting an irregular breath. The afternoon looks gray.Dafa finally dissolves in the mind.

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