Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 26: Labels

Will apologize in person for what! In fact Ella did not meet Datul at all after that. It even seems like Ella and her mother are getting fierce on Datul. Origin not overtly Datul as yesterday, Datul actually mending budek reko-reko only.

Thank goodness the situation is under control. The sisters who yesterday protested Datul have also been converted. They turned to excommunicate Ella because the girl who started to exhale slander.

Datul breathed out his coarse breath. He looked up at the ceiling of his room. Feeling indebted to others is not good. Debt money can be pay latter alias in installments, but the debt of gratitude is brought to death. The problem is, now Datul feels both indebted to Mas Hamam.

How do I return the favor?

Huh, I am useless!

Then Mr. Farkhan appeared from behind the door of Datul's slightly open room. Looked at what her only daughter was doing.

"Oh, don't think you're sleeping. It's still morning, don't sleep, pamali"

Tilting body. Datul did not intend to sleep, although often if he had tacked on the pillow he was khilaf, molor to print a map of the continent of Europe on the pillow.

"Just lying down, confused about what to say sir"

"Dirty clothes are piled up, aren't you washing?"

"Not yet schedule washing clothes sir, if it is washed now tomorrow even confused to do again,"

"Yourhift..." Farkhan sighed, looking sad and confused. Fortunately, Datul is still sensitive now.

"Mother why? can Datul help you?"

Datul changed his position again, this time he sat cross-legged. Seeing Mr. Farkhan with such a face, of course, Datul was worried.

"Father of the mind, the crackers on the market now use all labels, our crackers are only in the tok lyrics"

This is not the first time Mr. Farkhan complained about the label case, yesterday-yesterday, but Datul is not so ngeh and impressed yaweshlah, the windfall has been set is impossible to exchange as well. Now Datul would not want to come think about it. He also ate from the sale of crackers. If the income decreases, Datul's kitchen may not be steaming.

Can't eat it later dong dies. Datul does not want to die, has not been fluent in memorizing the answer if asked Man rabbuka wan man nabuyyuka wa ma dinuka wa imanuka wa ma qiblatuka wa man ikhwuka?

Huh, what a horror. Once could not answer, his business is the same angel two.

"Oh... that... so you want to use the brand label?"

"Yes, how about it, you can?"

Datul thought for a moment. Then his not-so-smart brain came up with an idea. It's ridiculous, but it seems okay.

"What brand do you want, sir?"

"Now, the important thing is the brand,"

"Okay, later Datul makein, but ask for money sir to do a tick at the cafe and photocopy"

"Understanding Mr. Tul..."

Datul grimaced, now he felt like a hero to his beloved father.

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In the afternoon when the sunlight has warmed, Datul is standing in line at the famous photocopier in the area. Not no other place, but in this store is notoriously slanted fare. 200 Silver is good. Stay at a photocopy of how many sheets.

A piece of paper that Datul had typed in such a way, he left it to the mas-mas store clerk.

"How many sheets?"

Datul looked up when he heard that voice.

"Hoh, kog you?" Datul chuckles when it turns out that mas-mas is his high school friend.

The man did not lose to sneer. Especially when looking at the writing on the paper that Datul handed over.

"Hahaha... Barin, good isn't it?"

"Maidatul Khan sand crackers, crispy, savory, cholesterol-free, hahahaha.." Agus's turn was ngakak after whispers of reading the writing. Datul's behavior is absurd.

"Hushhhhhh! you're worse off when you laugh!"

Agus. Cold mode again. "Ehem, so how many sheets?"

"One hundred first, market test, if you sell tomorrow it's easy to come here again"

Agus glanced at Datul at a glance then turned his heels to do his job.

While waiting, Datul surfed in cyberspace. Although less association, the latest info updates minimal Datul should know.

"Udah here!" Agus packed Datul's leaflets into clear plastic. Pay over there!"

Datul grunting. "When you want to ask for a price hlo kortingan"

"There is, '" answered August Ketus.

"Hih, friends are not useful" Datul ngacir to the cashier before being able to glare sharply again from Agus.

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Work done. Datul puffed his proud chest, while pedaling his BMX bike he smiled to himself like a new person in love.

Imagine how much Mr. Farkhan will smile happily, because his grief is now resolved by the real action of Datul. The cracker drama without labels is over. Now the name will be eternal as a brand of crispy and savory sand fried crackers. What an incredible achievement. Hehe...

I am secretly great!

Datul. Either this afternoon feels more beautiful. Until a bicycle is seen trying to walk across Datul's bike.

"Ehem...! kayak knows"

Hlah, it turns out this is the source of beauty this afternoon. Datul is getting messy.

"MAS HAMAM!"

"Snorts see me? sampe scene"

"Wakakaka.. ya seneng, seneng really" Datul self-esteem went nowhere. What is clear is that he does not want to cover up if he is smiling. Last night when he dreamed of meeting a madman, but in the afternoon even found a tamvan, yes senenglah.

While riding their bikes they chatted. Although sometimes Datul looks difficult to compensate Hamam's paddling. Understandably from the size of the tires, their bikes are different.

"Yokla yok!"

It was Hamam who brought. Datul mana dares to just talk for a drink, wong change photocopies only three thousand rupiah, it is also a criticism of all coins. Datul weighed in his heart.

"I'm buying Maidatul Khan!"

Ah, good thing besides handsome Mas Hamam is quite understanding this time. This is Datul yes.

"Let go! Haha..."

Hamam joined the smile to see Datul sparkling just invited to buy ice chocolate.

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seriate....