Maidatul Khan's
Chapter 34: Kurrr...Kurrka...Kurre...!
Hamam woke up with a stiff body, feeling new in the necromantic gebuki. Sleeping on the floor without a pillow. While his bed looks no less chaotic with his feelings last night. Hamam rested his head on the edge of his bed. His face was frustrated. The guilt returned to his heart.
It's true I was outrageous last night. I'll apologize and fix everything. Datul's a good girl, no neko-neko. My words last night definitely hurt his heart.
Hamam searched his cell phone between blankets, pillows and books scattered around him. Thinking of apologizing as soon as possible would be better, even before she washes her face and brushes her teeth.
Meet me! his phone went under the bed. Hamam struggled to reach the inanimate object that was loved by that person. Hamam intends to send a message. But immediately his eyes rounded when he saw the profile photo of the default Maidatul Khan, aka just a picture of a gray person.
Hamam grunted annoyedly. Women and their diversity are troublesome.
Alright can still pass DM, Hamam switched to intagram. Usually the girl likes to post her picture after a special event. But what was the special event for Datul last night? Hamam is not sure. It could even be a disaster for the girl.
Hamam scrolled his phone screen again. And damn, he couldn't find Datul there. It also appears blocked. The address should meet him directly. Hamam threw his phone rough on the bed. Too proud to apologize.
He was really funny, it was a block! Fucking chick!
Hamam needs a shower. Who knows after a wet shower, his brain so immediately continue to love brilliant ideas.
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Meanwhile, at Maidatul Khan's house.
A plate of rice, a glass of water and bodrex medicine has been prepared by Farkhan. The middle-aged man had even gone back and forth seven times to make sure his daughter had taken any medicine yet.
This is the eighth time, though,
"Tul, haven't eaten the rice yet?"
"God nduk, the rice sampe crisp"
"HmmaiaghghfyahhHajj"
Datul lifted his blanket to cover his head. Not to make his father anxious. But Datul really couldn't help but reply to Farkhan's words. Want to disappear from this world. If there is a population immigration to Mars, Datul would like to join. There she might be the most beautiful. Beautiful among aliens.
"Hemftttt. Yes Tul is now you" is up to you.
"Fried father crackers first in the back,"
Farkhan came out of Datul's room still feeling anxious. Maybe if there is still a mother, there is still a place to spoil her child. As hard as it tried to replace the missing figure, Farkhan still could not. His nature as a man makes himself still stiff if you want to show his attention as a father.
Datul's head is getting heavy and dizzy. If he does not feel like shitting, he is lazy to wake up. Datul grimaced as he raised his head.
It hurts, hiks,....
Datul walked with gentujuran, his hands spread holding the wall and walked limped like a dying man. Toilets that are only a few meters away feel far away.
Haduuuhhhh.. kebelet please....!
Just one foot on the toilet floor, Datul's not years old. The clear liquid smelling pessimistic had seeped in the Datul parlors. Datul slid, peed in his pants. This will be a secret that Datul will keep for life. Although do not know exactly how much the dress that Hamam bought this, but Datul sure this is not the all-round thirty-five thousand clothes sold sale.
Datul dumps the dress and cleans up. Hopefully it doesn't fall in the toilet. If it gets there, Datul is sure no one will help him. His father was busy scraping crackers in the dirty kitchen behind the house. If you have focused, Farkhan can even forget the world and its contents.
Datul grimaced with pain, it turns out that in addition to bedwetting he was also bleeding. Complete is his suffering. Datul did not shower, just washed his face and cleaned the part. Finished, he walked back to the room again.
Datul sat on the edge of the bed. Hamam's words somehow remained ringing over and over again like a broken cassette that kept spinning. Datul shed another tear. Long harbored the feeling, have not had time to express, but it has been hurt like this.
Datul's gaze turned on the nightstand where his father had put rice and a glass of water. He needs to eat and then take cheap medicine that his father bought in the stall. No one can be connected. This is how it troubles his father. Enough's enough! batin Datul's.
On the lap of the plate, Datul scoops a sip of dried rice because it had been hours ago he ignored. Datul chewed the crisp rice with a feeling of pain and abdominal muscles that began to squeeze.
Eating while crying. There is no more painful indicator of this. Like the word, life is reluctant to die.
Outside Datul's house, Hamam is sinister. Hoping to see Datul then pretending to accidentally meet. Then apologize and they can be friends again like yesterday.
It's not that easy for Naruto!
To knock on the door of Datul's house and just visit Hamam prestige half dead. Don't expect to meet Datul outside, run out of the house, the guy's just languishing in the room.
Hamam looks like a fool. In his kick the pebble that had been blown away like he was mocking himself.
"Ohhhhh!"
Hamam did not expect the pebble to hit someone's foot. The man snorted and was ready to poke. Hamam chose to run away. Especially that guy's tenacious. Mending escaped.
"Mas Hamam! I have the responsibility!" ella shouted while grimacing in pain.
"Bodo very! it's not sori on purpose!" reply Hamam while running with a dashed breath.
"Sial everyone!"
Each to Datul's house, why the hell even tenacious keket! The males!
Hamam ruffled his waist after arriving at his yard. He walked closer to the aviary that had been displayed for several days due to his own busyness.
"Follow the race again yes, continue to get the money I love all to Datul, as an apology!" Hamam monologue.
"Eh, but no. Later he was stunned again, in his opinion his pride was easy to buy with money"
"Yes even though I know he likes money. But no!" Hamam gurgles himself.
"For the idea of dong rung bird!"
"Kurr.. yoke... kurrrr...kuk!" answer Hamam's racing pigeons. The owner knows what he is talking about.
"What the hell are you! that's obvious dong!"
"Kurrr.. yoke..kurrr...kuk!" Repeat the pigeon. Hamam glared as his imagination was able to catch the bird talking.
"Kurrrja"
"Gee! sure enough, Work, Datul would be happy to get a job"
"Ughhhhh. Your bird is smart!"
"Later not to buy a lot of corn feed"
Hamam whistled after finding the clever idea. On the grounds that there was a job vacancy, he was able to meet Datul. Time to flap his wings, contact friends, relatives, rows of ex, to find the latest locker info. Who knows if they can help, today relationships are important. It is foolish to be called KKN. Corruption, collusion, nepotism are common in our beloved country.
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For info locker dong lur? whose salary is a lot of lgsg can make people rich quick so😚
