Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 7: The Brownies

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read sometime ga papa 😁

Datul's night cream is almost done. That alone has been flushed about since three days ago. If the night cream could be in the oplos of water like a shampoo bottle that is running out, Datul would have done that.

That's why Datul accepted Hilda's offer to work in the dispensary owned by Hilda's brother. Actually, if you look at the salary is very small. But desperate need of the cream was finally Datul accept it. Need cuan.

"Search for what Mom?" ask Datul kindly to one of the visitors.

Visitors of batik mothers were a bit hesitant but then replied as well.

"I want to buy it mbak, o-ne met" replied the mother with the spelling medoknya.

Datul frowned, passing on all the names of the drugs he had learned in recent days. But nil, what is it. Datul's confused.

"Sorry, what drug do you mean? do you mean headache medicine or what?"

"That's mbak, I actually do not want to have any more children, but I forgot last month ga syringe KB, and it's been a month more I did not menstruate, I did not menstruate, how is this I'm so worried about"

Datul gawking, this is why it is a vent session anyway.

Still do not understand also Datul, actually this mother wants to buy what. "In conclusion, what kind of medicine do you want to buy?"

"Ishh... mbaknya kog do not understand I mean, mbak new ya work here?" Datul also agreed.

"Wouldn't connect from earlier!" it came out fiercely, Datul so shuffled in shock.

"i was afraid of getting pregnant and afraid that my husband suspected that if I asked to be delivered to the midwife to check, my husband also did not want to add a real child, he said, therefore I want to try the test myself, I want to buy it what the name is, a cheap peck test o-ne met!"

"The wrapper is blue hlo..."

Unconsciously Datul threw a rough breath. My mom is always right. How could he not be confused if the mother mentioned the tespeck brand with a very honest spelling. Datul who graduated from High School 1 will be a cengo.

"Wanmed Ma'am, this is three and a half"

"This is what I mean" looked at the mother with a look of relief.

"How much do you want, ma'am?"

"You have two seeds of mbak" Datul gave two tespecks wrapped in white plastic bags, and then received money from the mother. Datul thought the mother was done with the conversation earlier, apparently not yet.

"The boy's face was so broken that, what's the taste? I udunen aja it feels kemranyas, kog it's a face full of acne that is..."

Okay, this is so painful. Why should I be so attentive to me. Udah make dizzy still nyir-nyir too, emang julidin mother.

"This is sick Mom, very sick, prick up to ati" replied Datul rather ketus. Let it be, the boss doesn't exist. Julid's buyers leave quickly. Get rid of Datul in your heart.

And the mother felt also in ketusi, immediately left with a murderous eye.

Hih malesi, tomorrow again ogah buy in this pharmacy!

"Humfttt...."

Datul put his head on the storefront. It's a boring job. Waiting for the buyer to come and be alone. No friends chat, it's julid's turn.

"Malesin, it has been a long time of work. forgive the servant of Allah, who is always this fast"

Datul muttered to himself. Forgetting there's CCTV in the top corner.

"Oi, ma'am!"

Datul sniffed in shock. There are more buyers. "Yes, what do you want to buy?"

Secretly Datul noticed the mas-mas in front of him. Her skin is ripe, her eyes are good. High too. Sweet that this is mah. Wow but still wearing the high school uniform. Is this what we call brownies? sweet brondong? hehe...

Datul smiles unconsciously.

"Bak fascinated with me?"

"Eh..."

Datul hastily fixed the countenance. "What would you buy?"

"Medicine powder..."

Dih, sweet panuan.

"I'm not the model, my father..."

Datul nyengir, kampret kog know the heck I'm inner...

"That's why his face is so easy to guess"

"What the hell, ngaco! You think my face is TTS, as you guess"

Datul dodged and then extended Miconazole ointment to the guy. "Take it!"

"This mbak?"

"That's safer, anti-fungal ointment, just fine-tune" Brondong said sweetly in disbelief.

"Then ask for his phone number mbaknya, maybe not suitable I want to complain directly"

"Can you dong, if Mbak won't give me the number later I complain directly to Bu Haji want? because I was just tired, I felt the buyer was not well served"

Hah, Datul feels like he wants to pin the head of this guy in front of him. Not so anxious that there is now goiter. I don't want Datul to give me his phone number. The guy grinned and then just left.

"Bye mbak, tomorrow I pick you up" said the man as he waved his hand walking away.

"It's me who's crazy what he's crazy about, why I'm ice with gini, uh he means deg-degan, haaaa...."

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089503000010

[Mr.].

[Mr.].

[Sangatheooo...😘]

Datul sighed, the nameless number was definitely that guy. Datul just opened the message, with no intention of replying. Fucking bocil!

[last day I went to the pharmacy hlo... His name is Datul, right?]

[i asked the same thing]

[it turns out Datul is on holiday]

[wah pdhl I had the intention to pick up hlo]

[tomorrow would I pick you up where, in front of the alley or in front of the house? all pdkt equals camer🤭]

Whoa crazy!

Datul chemomocene, finally in a short bales.

[Blocks!!!]

Block that sweet brondong number. Datul does not want to go crazy suddenly for serving a boy.

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Tomorrow night, Datul is getting ready to go home. Fatigued body, mind moreover. Still have to walk because you do not have a bike especially a motorcycle. Mau ngojek also eman. A month's salary is enough to buy cream.

Tot... tot...!

It's noisy!

"Oi, Datul ma'am let me take you!"

The sweet Brondong followed Datul who walked through the sidewalk. Riding his motorcycle slowly. Datul just ignored him, although some people who passed by now started to look at them. Embarrassing.

"Heh, stranger stop me saying! don't follow me anymore or I scream!"

"Just shout, let everyone know that we're dating and you're having a snooze"

"Cinting! go home, it's late!"

"Mr Datul thought I was a child? little gini I can also make a child, want proof?"

Datul's face was warming up, ashamed of himself. Datul quickened his pace, even half-running. Until Datul's breath was wheezing, his knees were also mute, he also rested at a crossroads.

Aman, I got away with it. Luckily he knew the way of the rat, so he didn't manage to follow me... Your grandfather is Joss!

Datul praised himself, then a voice made his heart almost jump into the sewer.

"Oi, Mrs Datul.introduces my name Andi Nugroho, call me Andi or if you want Datul just call Andi dear, I will be more happy..."

Datul's shoulders slumped. Datul thinks he got away but turned out to be a zonek. Datul surrender.

"So, still running or piggybacking?"

Datul stomped his foot and then resigned to piggyback.

"Grope mbak!"

"Ga need!"

"I'm speeding hlo...!"

With one jolt the motor was ngetril in the air. Brondong is brash, almost Datul strayed. Inevitably Datul brondong waist handles sweet that sucks and smart make the heart of Datul jumpalitan.

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