Mother To Oi

Four

"Map"

Too excited when brother Imwan said my game has been wrapped, I forgot to take my identity card.

I forgot to say goodbye to Oi and her father.

“Which is the robe?” askaku when I arrived at the boutique kak Iimwan.

“This" said Iwan while opening it from the package.

“Oh..my goodness” I am excited.

“Where? Good right?” ask Iwan.

“I like. A thousand times more satisfying than expectations" said I who still glared in amazement.

“Stick cool. Fits you well for preweding photos"

god brother Imwan.

“Regular" I said.

“Btw. Thanks ya” my word.

"Yoi. Enter in yuk. I bought food. Accompany me to eat yes" said ka Imwan.

"Yes Meta temenin" I said.

It was only half two days.

After Imwan finished eating, I went straight away.

"Where are you? Shuttled in anger" asked ka lmwan as he continued to look at me.

"You take an identity card" I said as I passed.

Take my identity card.

With a little run, I went straight to the bookstore where Mba Rama was. To my surprise, the bookstore was closed.

I sat down on the chair while breathing hard.

“Sabar Meta. Tomorrow comes chek”, I said while entertaining myself.

Hundreds of crimes using ktp are reflected in my mind.

“Please Meta positive thinking in”

"Mba Rama is good"

"Meta what you think is not necessarily bad. Plis jagan panicked"

Tut.....

My phone rings right away.

New number calling.

I exhaled “ anonymously" quickly my hand pressed green.

Instead of answering the person instead asked again “This Meta Amelia Qumairoh Hasan?” ask that voice.

My heart beats faster.

“Sorry sir. Father who is yah?” I asked carefully after making sure the owner of the voice was a man.

“I Musa Alma Al Azka”

“Sorry sir what's wrong? How's my father calling? You can know my name" I asked suspiciously.

“This is my father Oi"

Oh, so that proud but proud man named Musa Alma Al Azka? Moses Alma? is he the new accounting lecturer? Not likely. Accutance lecturer named Mr Azka? Ah...maybe just the same last name.

My inner.

"Oh.iya. What's the matter, sir?" my many.

“Ktp you are with me. So when can you get your ID?” tannya

With a face still passively I immediately said.

"I'm in front of the shop mba Rama sir"

"Your identity is the same as mine. When should I return it?"

“Pak Moses. Just keep it in my ID card trash. I'm afraid your wife thinks I'm an actor" that phrase comes out of my mouth.

Actually the word I want to say “Bapak do not bother. I'll come grab it to the bookstore tomorrow"

I patted the jidat. Gawatt.

“Pelakor? What'sthat?"

“Pe...pe..the la...laki thief....pak man" I answered while gulping.

“Oh.so when do you want...Married?”

“Pak..jangan because I am close to Oi father can be as good as me”

what game is this?. My inner.

“Oh...sorry I mean when your ktp will take?” tanyakanya.

“Secapnya sir"

"I'll be there now"

"Not bother sir. You can give it to me at another time"

“Thanks. Assalamualaikum”

All the way home, I did not think through Moses' words. You old man itchy. My inner.

When I got home, I went straight into my room. Take off all my outerwear.

"I want to take a shower" I said, shouting.