My Fancy Beloved

Hope that is granted

The two were silent for a moment as they stopped at the red light. Pricil tried to think of the intent of Tio's request. 'If at the beginning already nyebelin it next certainly also still nyebelin'.

Right behind the F.U motor, it stopped a white car. The rider in it attaches his vision to the motor behind him.

"That was the upperclassman who at that time, how could they be alone there" Diva clenched her hands to see two people who were silent waiting for the lights to change color.

"I'll follow them," as the sign lights turn green Diva drives her car following the direction of the boy motor she's after in her class.

Tio's motor continues to drive in the middle of the crowded highway, which is mostly office people. Tio sulked his bike overtaking another rider. Then he turned to the red and white alley and continued to drive.

"Y!! fuckin. Losing track!" Diva clasped her hands on the wheel. Finally he chose to turn around.

Tio again charged the answer that had been awaited, but not even heard by his ears.

"Where? can't you?" ask Tio.

"Yes" was the short, dense and clear answer that Pricil gave.

Silence returned, until they reached their destination. After Pricil went down, Tio thanked him by showing his best smile.

"Thank you, for the time" said Tio softly.

Pricil was instantly hypnotized staring at that extremely dazzling smile. His face was bowed "sama, thanks for bringing me to the house" said Pricil and his sweet smile rose on his tiny lips.

"Gaze to the person who was invited to talk dong, your shoes will not be able to see your sweet smile" said Tio spontaneously.

"What?" Pricil immediately straightened his face staring at the interlocutor.

"Eh," Tio scratched his neck and misbehaved. "Udah gih there enter, do not forget to pray ashar. I go home first yes, Assalamualaikum" Tio turned on his motorbike and said goodbye.

"Walaikumsalam" answered Pricil who was still loyal to stand in his original place until Tio disappeared at the intersection.

Pricil immediately cupped his own face, he blushed to hear Tio's words reminding himself not to forget to pray. Instantly his heart became thumping. There was a sense of pleasure enveloping him.

After that, Pricil stepped foot into his grandmother's house to retrieve the house keys. Her aunt and uncle have not returned. It's been almost a week.

Pricil grabs the key in an ordinary place, and he sees his grandmother entering Chandra's room with medicine and water.

"Sir," Pricil steps into Chandra's room, where Chandra is crammed into a blanket.

"Uncle why grandma?" pricil asked curiously and approached the bed.

Pricil observed a pale face and his eyes closed, then asked to take medicine as told by his grandmother.

"Uncle, take the medicine, let the spit heal"

Chandra instantly opened both eyes when he heard Pricil's voice and smilingly looked at his nephew.

"Yes, you just got home from school" in a raucous voice Chandra asked for Pricil's presence.

"Yes, uncle Cepet took his medicine!" Pricil grabbed the medicine and it was brought by grandma.

Chandra slowly sat down and grabbed the medicine and drinking water, then immediately swallowed the medicine.

"I want to change clothes first uncle, hopefully get well" Pricil withdrew from there.

***

"Assalamulaikum warahmatullah" turned right.

"Assalamulaikum warahmatullah" turned left.

Then rub the face with both palms. Tio had just finished his worship.

After finishing the prayer equipment, he grabbed his phone and sat on the edge of the bed. Send a message to someone.

[Have you prayed belom? ] send the jutek emot love.

Seven minutes wait and get a reply from across there.

[Today, just finished ]

His own smile stared at his phone screen reading that short reply message.

Tio's heart felt cool, he would slowly throw away the attitude that the girl thought was annoying, by being friendly and smiling.

[Later during the maghrib prayer, do not forget to slip my name in your do'a ya ] accompanied by a smile emot three seeds yes back send a message to Pricil.

Sorry if I've been up short lately. Don't forget the loph tap.