Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 4: Hamam Amirul Mukminin

Datul and his friend were already sitting cross-legged on the porch. Two bowls of chicken onion boiled noodles steam indicates the noodles are still hot. It smells good according to the name of the noodle. No lie, Datul's starving. He stirred the noodles and prepared to eat them. When the spoonful of noodles was in front of his mangap mouth, Datul stopped.

"Why?" maktun asked in surprise, because Datul's hand was hanging. His face was glum again.

"Look at the curly noodles like this, I remember brekele.." then put the spoon back. Without even intending to eat that noodle again.

Maktun's shoulders slumped. "Blame Zaen's hair brekele, since the Majapahit era also form noodles already kriti. Don't be because of brekele you become hate noodles yes, eat fast, I know you like boiled noodles," "ahhhh... this is very tasty," explained Maktun who had chewed his noodles.

"Ga kolu's..."

"Okay.how else amuse you. Move on Datul! Pity yourself, you are too precious for him that jerk! huh huh huh, vanas..."

Just now at the Maktun curse, the noise of a noisy motorbike that Datul recognized was heard approaching. Datul thumping. Are his ears starting to hallucinate?

But no! That's brekele. Datul was fixated with a glazed look and an increasingly languishing heart.

"Hey, what did you see?" Maktun circulated the view examining the direction of Datul's eye view. "What a jerk!"

Zaen passing by piggybacking a woman. Datul knows the woman. Several times Zaen mentioned the name of the woman while telling the story. Zaen even praised the woman. His name is Sri, a herbalist at the market. Two years older than Datul, sweet indeed. But for his size, Sri was skinny, flat, like a laundry-grinding board, his chest flat. Oh... Datul even started comparing his chest.

Datul showed up his noodles and chose to go inside the house. She drowned her face in the bed and cried again. While his friend chose to spend his noodles first on appeal following Datul. Fear of his noodles mendodog medok if not immediately spent.

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The next day, Datul told Farkhan to deliver crackers to the market stalls. Actually Datul lazy, but because of this command beloved father forced Datul to move even with a mouth-to-mouth.

"Sir to the money dong ten thousand aja"

Farkhan snorted, not yet Datul asked for wages. "You delivered it first and asked for the money yesterday, what did you buy ten thousand instead of eating? less full?" Yes Datul nyerah, his stomach is hungry from yesterday busy crying over former bastards. He finally ate a lot this morning.

"Make pindang fish, pity the market cats, since yesterday Datul has not bought fish for them"

"Huh, money is still asking for style once to eat a stray cat!"

"What, alms in difficult times are actually cooler than pasah pas have abundant, although Datul only able to give as good luck and do not know when in the love of abundant fortune"

"Heleh, yawes kono!" Yes, it's fast!

Datul carries two sacks of crackers at once in his right and left hands. Datul is proud of the strength of his own hands. Whereas where the weight of crackers sacks, like wind doang tuh.

Gladak Market is just five steps from Datul's house. So Datul just open the back door of his house and boom until the market dong.

"Missions are rarely hot! rarely hot!(hot water)" said Datul, who was on a sloping road avoiding the buttocks of mothers who were busy shopping. Like traditional markets in general, this market is always crowded even before the chickens crow. Life in the market has begun.

Datul moved from one yard to another. Depositing Farkhan's home-produced sand fried crackers.

"Mbak Nur, said the Father asked for money yesterday, already there?"

"Udah Tul, don't worry, it's not ready!" replied one of the sellers who used to subscribe to Mr. Datul while holding out a fraction of two thousands of dollars that had been puffed plastic.

"Yawes, thank you for not accepting this"

"In itung first Tul, if the advantages of talking, if it is less silent!"

"Ye.. yummy at mbak Nur if that is so, believe the hell is it right" the two women of different generations were chuckling at each other.

"Tul, that's your face acne kog ga healed, now there are many skincare just choose cook no one is suitable"

If you have talked about this topic, Datul felt he had to quickly run away. Males. Datul ga effort, even though all kinds of power and effort he has tried. Who is more concerned Datul just broke up this acne state as well. Datul wants to be back again.

"There is no skincare that matches my acne mbak, so yes gini, the acne is still at home with me" replied Datul sekhenya. The woman chuckled again and this time let Datul go.

There's one more sack. This is the most western end of the field. Datul lazy original because it means he had to pass through the fish stalls and chicken manure cut. Fishy smell of fish and chicken mixed stirred up Datul's stomach. Not to mention the smell of clogged got. Wes toh ambune.

Datul grumbled in his heart. He forgot to wear a mask. Want to come back again also males the same insistence ibok-ibok buttocks. Hold your breath. Until a beautiful scenery can make Datul completely forget and even breathe deeply the unpleasant smell that he had blasphemed since.

Among the crowd of fish and chicken traders. A beautiful human being stood there. High looming, smooth-faced and clean from the sins of the world. Handsome is handsome. How did God create such a beautiful creature? Taken from the land next to which? Humans can be as handsome and beautiful as it collaborates in one face that is able to make anyone immediately smitten to admire it.

Wh why? why should I meet him now. Damn, where my face is at such a bad time. I have never felt a pretty face either. I haven't had a shower yet either. Don't let him see me God. Wus-wus quickly the road passes there! Don't look here! Whoa!

Datul still hid his face behind the cracker sack. The handsome man just passed by. As if the creature named Datul was just a sack containing a cucumber that was barked. Though it contains ding crackers. Run a look, just glancing no. He was like that a long time ago. And for twenty years Datul lived, he was also still the same, Datul only dared to look from a distance and admire secretly the handsome young man.

If Zaen is a picture of an unpleasant man in view. So this is the stinking man of heaven who deserves to be married. He is Hamam Amirul Mukminin. The most handsome young man in Tanjungsari village. The one in every girl. Including a pimply girl named Maidatul Khan. Which with his smile was able to make the girls hysterical even roll on the ground.

Hamam Amirul Mukminin, the only child of Haji Rojak, a famous chicken-cut master. The owner of the only two-story house in the village. Popular youth, because besides being handsome he is also a cool student. Undip Student! handsome one! who wears nice clothes every time they go to college. Fragrance is certain, like a brekele that smells of goats.

As the handsome man's back drifted away, Datul was only able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Huh, thank goodness...

Seeing it is like getting a matchless favor, but at the same time I am also less likely nda.panda! His face is masyahAllah glowinggg... So want nanya does she wear skincare? what brand?

Datul took a rough breath and walked quickly. The stench mixed back. Datul cursed in his heart again.

Asem! Buaaadewww!kkkkk!

Then Datul ran away. The hunt vomits over time.

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"Pussy.pus..pus!"

"Meongg.. meongg.meonggg..."

Datul crouched put two baskets of pindang fish that are now shrouded in three cats at once. Understand the money is only 10k, get two baskets already good, Datul offered it on behalf of Farkhan, as a result given cheap. Mayan, get the big fish. One basket of two. I hope the cat is full.

"Ceng, koceng, do not struggle yes, a little brayan, later on son I already have my own money, I will buy more fish"

"Well me Ceng! cepet move on, cepet dapet work, have sack money also I want Ceng!"

"Mewhlees...."

Datul thinks it's the cat's amen. Hehe...

In the heart of the grateful Datul, who came this time only three cats. Imagine if more than this, it could be scrambled and even become a rame. Claws.

Without Datul knowing. Hamam who returned to the market again to deliver his mother's order earlier, smiled at the silly behavior of Datul.

Gabut kali ya, kog cat invited to chat...

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While I dong gaes, honestly I'm a bit less nulis, I want to continue to be productive nulis, but sometimes the sense of ga PD that appears, what I deserve to be a writer, I want to continue to be productive nulis, but sometimes the sense of ga PD that appears, what I deserve to be a writer, what is this quality ga story😒😒😒😒

Thanks for following this story.kalem sek wae ya😑.

Btw, I like bgt with the name of this Hamam and I shadow the cogan below when writing the Hamam Amirul mukminin 😘😘😘

Mas Hamam Amirul mukminin, ga sepet edit lah.