Mr. Jutek

Thanks For All.

I'm heading to Ana's room. Hand over my punishment duties. Fortunately, I got relief. The writing that should have been a thousand, was changed to five hundred sentences. The lightness I get, because this is a case of accident, aka fear reflex.

After giving up the task, I saw Mas Andi was busy, with a few piles of files in the living room of the office. I approached.

"Assalamualaikum, Mom. Thank you," I said.

"Vaalaikumsalam. What's for?"

"Not reporting to Miss Ana."

"When you don't fight at school. It's not a school thing."

"Oh, yeah." I walked quickly with a stale face. I guess because it was him.... Ah, I've been on the sidelines first. Uh, hick!

Uh, briefly. If it's not school. Why did he threaten like that? There is no time to think about Mr. The jutek.

I immediately rushed home. Maybe because I was in the office long enough, it turns out Siti has left me. He must be hungry. That's why go home first. Ah, my friend this one. Often hungry, eat a lot but not fat. I'm envious!

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"Assalamualaikum," I said as I entered the foundation.

I deliberately stopped by the foundation first. Because Mom and Dad are at work. I was an only child. Being pampered doesn't make me so happy. Loneliness and emptiness are always in the recesses of my heart, every day at home, when my parents are busy working. I accept that. Yes, you don't want to have to. Because this is a sign from Him.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Hlo, Sister Husna, Mas Lutfi has just come here. Nyariin Mbak. Just now. Wait a minute, I guess it's not far. Mas Lutfi.," cried Mbak Anik, an alumnus of the Nurul Jannah foundation. He is serving the foundation in return. He's still young. Beautiful, white, tall and meek.

I went to the big door next to the kitchen. This door is called the holy door. The door as the distance between son and daughter. The door is open only at breakfast, noon and night.

I saw Mas Lutfi coming down the stairs to get to me.

"Why lethargic? It hurt?" asked Mas Lutfi, with a sweet smile as sweet as the milk I used to drink every morning. Ah, very lebay. But she is sweet. Hehe.

"No, tired. What's up, Mas?"

"You're a mobile minjem."

"Oh, just take it."

"Not bring it first, huh? What if Indra calls?"

"N't going to call." I pensively for a moment. The slap I just received.

Suddenly my tears came.

"Na, why? How crying? What the hell's going on? Say Mas Fi, Na."

"I...."

"Tell me after you're strong."

"Your phone?" I wiped my tears.

"Regular, finicky. You why? Honestly."

"Dead again? Can't be stamped?" I switched the conversation. There's no way I'm telling you everything here.

Mas Lutfi simply replied to my question with an embarrassed smile. Mobile Mas Lutfi is a little error, sometimes can not be stamped. Understandably, mobile phones are old. As old as Mas Lutfi's face. Me and Mas Lutfi are two years apart. But Mas Lutfi's face was extravagant. Haha.

"Here, don't take Husna. Husna would have lived again. You know why?" I asked Mas Lutfi and answered with a headband.

"Because who has this phone is fierce. Eror. If it's Husna, it's Husna dear." I laugh.

"That's all I love, Na?"

"Yes lah. Which is expensive to sell. Like same...."

"Hust! Ah, don't take it first. Assalamualaikum."

"Eh, say hello. Where is my Mas Lutfi?"

Mas Lutfi looked for a charge in his bag and gave it to me.

"Getishalight."

I know, during my conversation with Mas Lutfi, some children were staring at us intently. In fact, rumors about my relationship and Mas Lutfi have spread among the princess foundation.

Me and Mas Lutfi don't care about that. The rumors about us have been around for a long time. In fact, before I was dating Indra. I didn't expect either. If I could get this close to Mas Lutfi. He was one of the ideal men in Nurul Jannah. Many women want to be close to Mas Lutfi. But, only with me Mas Lutfi can get this close.

Mas Lutfi never brought up my relationship with Indra. He never commented anything. Different from Siti. He was always noisy and opposed. But I know, it's for my own good.

I went straight up to the second floor, I laid my body on Aini's bed. I turned on Mas Lutfi's phone that I was casing. Well, that's right! This phone can live if it's in my hands.

I opened the contact and searched my name. I sent a message.

[Mas, can you turn it on? Hence, don't be rude.]

One minute, two minutes, three minutes to fifteen minutes I waited for the reply. But there was no reply from my message.

"Na, what's your cheek?" ask Siti while bringing ice water and a small towel, then hand it to me.

"It's still a pain. Thanks, yeah."

"What photo to, Na?"

"Fotoku with Mas Lutfi last time. It's also with you. You're just shopping for soap with shampoo. So me and Mas Lutfi were like two. I also don't know where Indra got the photo. It was a photo three days ago. If he was the one taking the photo. He must have been angry then." I compress my cheek.

"Hla, how are you Mas Lutfi? A boyfriend?"

Because I'm an only child. I think of Lutfi more as a sister. Same with Lutfi. She only thinks of me as her sister. Mas Lutfi only had a younger brother, Rizky, my classmate. Which has always been entertaining and kept me calm. Their stature is almost the same. It's just that, the Rizky version is firm and the Mas Lutfi version is shy and calm.

I still remember. Questions from some people about my relationship with Mas Lutfi or Rizky. The question is the same. "Why, not dating Mas Lutfi or Rizky. Why is Indra the famous naughty."

I always answer. "Because of the heart, it cannot choose. To whom, we fall in love."

Of all the cases of Indra, which made me astonished, was the case that was about to punch Mas Andi, because of Mas Andi's words that slightly pierced the heart. Although Mas Andi's words were true, but Indra never accepted. Therefore, Indra hated Andi. In fact, if Mas Andi teaches, Indra prefers to sleep or ditch.

*And I have no heart

To love yourself

And aaa. I don't have the heart to love you*

The phone from Mas Lutfi's device rang. Songs from the late Crisye-And I can, greet melodiously. This is my favorite song of Mas Lutfi. He also said that on the night of my birthday, one year ago. His voice is no less melodious and sweet dimples is a complete blend.

Husna...

I picked up the phone.

A lot of things I told you, that I shared and I shed all with tears.

Right now, I'm starting to calm down. I thought carefully about what Mas Lutfi said. I've made a decision. I want to break up with Indra.

"Hurry and meet me in Indomaret" said Mas Lutfi.

I went straight down to the second floor and said goodbye to Siti.

"I'm home, thank you. Assalamualaikum." I ran without hearing Siti's reply. I know, he must want to know. What I said on the third floor until I forgot about time.

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I waited for Mas Lutfi in Indomaret near the foundation. But he didn't show up either. I called repeatedly, but there was no answer.

Someone pushed the phone from the right side.

"Hlo, Mas Andi? How's you?" many wonder.

"Lutfi is called Bu Risma. Ask for monthly bookkeeping."

"Oh, okay. Thank ye. I'm first yeah." I stood up from my seat.

"In a moment, Na." Mas Andi sat on the chair that was in front of me. We're facing each other. Our eyes look at each other. I sit back.

Mas Andi gave me the P3K box.

"Your cheeks can be blue and swollen if left untreated. Wear this. Lutfi is worried about you."

"Choose a decision that benefits more than its ugliness. You will be lucky" said Mas Andi then left me.

It was the first time, I looked into Mas Andi's eyes very deeply. Our eyes clashed for a little while in a state of calm.

It was the first time Mas Andi had advised me. The first time he spoke was a little sweet.

The look of those eyes .. made me melt.

*Goodnight, Dear.

Singles, don't be discouraged.

Who has a sidecar, don't be arrogant.

Remember that! The earth it spins😁.

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Talk, can I not tell you? Yes, yes (force, yes) kwkwkw.

At first, I made the stars it was just a habituation. When there is no work.

At that time .. I thought. How, yeah. I can express my heart without having to confide in anyone.

Then, suddenly put in an idea.

Yes, in this way of writing.

A title of #Mr_jutek

From there, I can reveal everything in my mind and heart.

Although, there are some parts that make crying.

The love story of the past, not so much and romantic now.

In the past, send SMS, calculated from the number of characters. For example: ICintaKamu. one letter, calculated Rp1.

There is also a way to send a new 5x SMS can be a bonus. But once SMS is Rp250.

Okay then, so long ago😁.

Also on FB dong.

Type in #Mr_jutek

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