My little girl's moniker first

Mama's artificial porridge

Joan felt her body pat. Getting around Jakarta on a motorbike. Then take the bus way. Take Ac bus for various majors. Angkot ride. Long night just got back to his boarding house. It feels like his body is vulnerable. Be broken. Selonjor on the long sofa to straighten his two legs that feel pained because they are bent continuously.

His behavior these two days just want to meet the figure of his beloved sister. Until several times he was suspected of being a female carpentryman, because he followed a girl who was hijab and veiled or masceran.

"Sorry, my brother's my sister.." Lucky he was just picked on.

But it was bad. From the bus he follows a hijab-wearing and masked girl. Looking at his body's gestures was similar to Monik's. And when the girl turned her head with her sword immediately approached.

"Hey you've been following me around, keep mugging, huh?" The gadid snorted and scowled. Why did Joan know the girl was frowning, because she turned around to open her mask. And immediately shouted.

"Please begaaalll....!"

Joan's surprised. Want to explain the hunt of the girl like doused in hot water jump jump no reason, while continuing to scream.

"Tolooong..."

People come crowding.

"Where is the beginning, where....!"

...Joan could not run anymore.

"That man...!" The girl pointed at the stunned Joan who was confused about where else to run.

"Let's kick it...!"

"Thud!"

"Naked....!"

"Burn....!"

All the people who were clustered one by one gave a suggestion as they moved closer to Joan who was starting to panic.

"Yet...!!!" Booming Joan's voice while putting up a horse ready to fight the approaching people.

Hearing his screams and his actions and style that was ready to fend off and hit, because the person who had threatened and was ready to execute himself, suddenly stopped his steps.

Well while the attackers are at a dumbstruck that Joan immediately install the style as authoritative as possible.

"Brother brothers and sisters introduce my name Jo, two more days at graduation as a Bachelor of Law, but not the law of karma. Kidding don't be tense. But suwer (lifting the index finger and middle finger of his right hand) I am indeed a prospective lawyer. So my jrlas is not begal. It's an independent country, here the road belongs to all the citizens. Is it wrong if I walk here, and by chance.behind the screaming sister...?"

The people who stood looking at each other face to face justifying Joan's speech.

With a positive response on her, Joan pretended to be angry at the girl she had been following and frightened.

"In the science that I learned this sister has defamed me, even accused without proof that I am bad, well this is the article, and if I report you are subject to defamation..."

The girl was surprised. How am I the one who wants to be swept? Maybe so thought the girl, rather than reported mending I'm sorry.

"Oh sorry Mas I'm khilaf, it's up now begal.please forgive, Mas, don't report me, please yes, Mas, yes..." bathed the girl before Joan with both palms held together on her chest.

"Where is this...?" Called one citizen.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mas, "any other suggestion.

"Yes, we as human beings are co-created by God and are required to forgive each other." said Joan. So the scolding event was broken and they shook hands with each other.

Joan smiled amusedly remembering the events earlier. Almost himself humped by the masses if not cleverly stringing words.

"Duh Monik where you're my sister, I'm afraid you're in danger..." Joan fell asleep in her exhaustion on the sofa, and her snoring sounded as a sign she was indeed exhausted.

The monik finished logging in with his new email, to comment on the squirrel girl's writing three days ago. Young Mayas mas jonya reading.

"Hi brother who loves his sister... Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi Wabarakatuu... Poor to be bullied by his sister, I also have a kind brother. The best in the world. We share dong, there has a sister who likes to bump in the closet mama, I have a sister who once threw her head shoes while playing futsal. Understand his shoes are oversize, he..he..it is delicious.main dong to my email, Joviolang@gmail.com.

Assalamu alaikum....

Monik smile smile reading his typing. Long, but let's do it. Just waiting for Jo to send him an email.

If Mas Jonya read it would immediately understand if he was the one who typed the comment first. Didn't jonya mas shoes used to be great, until when kicking the ball his shoes came off and floated to his own head.

"Let's Jo go back to your incense girl's writing, hunt my email..." Monik ngoceh himself can't wait to see his brother soon.

Huh, why do you think of creating a new email for a while, and after being able to connect with Sonya, the new email can be disabled. Not intended to play tricks on the email, but worried that his account was hacked by the enemy and read all talks with Sonya mas, tracked himself if not immediately closed.

Hope mas Jonya read the request Now just think about how to tell Farel to be careful. But if the young man accuses him of carmuk aka find face how, duh bothered too, yes. again this way, enter WA from Rima.

"Hello Monik is ready tomorrow for orientation, yes, said Mama do not be nervous, calm. Tomorrow I'll bring you some pudding, yeah, my mama's, see you in the morning..."

."Okay until tomorrow morning..."

*

Rima treads the Monik at the campus gate. The uniform that the gentle girl wore was the same as the one she wore. White shirt pleated skirt white color past his knees because Rima did not hijab his hair was given a white bando red coating. While the monik hijab is the same color as Rima. Even with new students starting to arrive.

"We wear a uniform that is fresh and simple, but still can be the impression of soul and spirit of patriotism as the young generation of hope of the nation, ", as explained by the committee of the time coaching event three days ago.

"Yes, we don't have strange events, like frogs, or women have to seduce senior students, no, because it's embarrassing, wanits, yes, no...?" Connect other organizers with familiar style.

"Betuull.." said simultaneously from the prospective female student.

"La iya.since our modesty do not be lazy, until whenever the girl should not nyosor first, keep waiting, yes if only give code by sending a smile, yes, or passing back and forth in front of the man who is expected to be allowed, now just pray waiting for the response of his man. "who was greeted with a wide laugh by prospective male students.

Monik is very proud to see the atmosphere dyed white uniform white white, women bando white red coating, and the guy's tie is similar bando or hijab.

.If there was a mama waiting for him at home, Monik would have told Mama.

"Ma, you know, not now Monik is on the verge of becoming a student." but the speech is only voiced inwardly. I wanted to send a picture of her to her mom, but it was impossible. Mama forbade him to send WA if not his mother first.

Rima was busy with his actions to take photos of himself from various enggles. Until last the girl pulled the Monik.

"Princess we both took a photo of..."

Click..click...

Three poses for both of them. Three smiles of happiness Rima. And three Monik faces that keep sad hidden.

"Kok you don't smile, anyway.." murmur Rima saw the results of his shots on the latest output of his hape screen. And Monik was surprised because his new friend's phone was exactly with his mother's hape tucked in his bag, "Hey, Put, kok so dreamy, anyway, yuk smile..." and be a photo of Monik both Rima in her sweet smile.

Like Rima promised last night in his WA. The girl really brought the pudding. Pandan flavor pudding.

"Pandan flavor pudding, "

"Pandan flavor pudding?!" Monik eyes rippling, pandan pudding is his favorite pudding, his family's favorite pudding. And the pudding made by her mother is delicious. Moreover, Mad Jonya, huh, often added many times.

"It feels like no doubt. Sedap is not less the same that is sold in the Mall. Yuk rasain, nih.." then Rima gave pudding pudding panda flavor that was closed with a thick salty water.

.Apparently the girl had prepared two places that each contained a pudding complete with a spoon.

"For you one and me one. Delicious must be the topping of real coconut milk without a mixture. Made by my beloved mother is full of affection." said Rima in a very proud tone with her mother.

The monik opens the lid of a small box where the pudding is proffered by Rima. Instantly his memory floated on his mother who also often brought him pudding.

"Let's try, Princess, "exclaimed Rima who had spent two spoons quickly."Mama said the pudding is suitable to be eaten if we are again in a time of stress, ys, as it is today, the porridge is easy to swallow, easy to digest in the stomach..." ahem Rima stuffed another spoonful of pudding into his mouth.

What Rima's mom said there with what her mom said. Back when Mad Jonya was going to school for ice em pe on the first day, her mother also made morning pudding.

"Jo had a drink, Ma, no breakfast." said Mas Jonya, probably because of his nervous feeling ahead of school on the first day.

Mama smiled, "You're not eating well because you're nervous and happy to enter on the first day of school. Let's make Mama our favorite pudding, Pandan flavor pudding. Gentle, no paje chewed live gengglek..engklek...cold stomach and machine your stomach this morning do not need to grind for long, okay dear..."

And his mother's persuasion is efficacious, it turns out that the feelings of Sonya mas who was not careless on the first day of school, did not make him lazy breakfast. A bowl of soybean pudding pudding flavored coconut milk that.

.."How the stomach filled, comfortable not burdensome stomach when the hero Mama is experiencing a bit of nervousness on the first day of school, "loving mom embraces jonya mas.

And now Rima is also made pudding coconut milk flavored pandan when facing the orientation period that makes new students feel like he did not escape from nervousness. It can be the same, yes. Means Rima's mother is very sensitive feelings like her mother's feelings.

"Hey Putri kok dilihati ajag let's be feeling deh vow you will go to the pudding made by my mother.." Rima promotion memgebu gebu.

The final moniker scoops the pudding. And it really tastes exactly like the pudding made by his mother.

"Mama pudding is like the pudding made by Mama first..." The moniker saturate while swallowing the pudding.

"Enak, right?"

"Yes, "a busy monik nod with nostalgic pudding made by his mother first.

"The package was taken from Mama's plant in the backyard. Mama said if you have your own pandan plant we can pick up anytime you want to make pudding..."

The gaped monik is also the speech of his mother first. When Mas Jonya asked, "Mama will just buy in the Super market if you want to make pudding?"

His mother who was planting pandan assisted by his aunt, "Darling if we have our own pandan plant we live methik if your child wants to eat pudding..."

It can be the same, yes...

The moniker is getting homesick...

It feels Monik wants to take a picture of the pudding made by his mother Rima and send it to his mother with the results of his photo, accompanied by this sentence. "Mama this morning I ate a pudding made by my new best friend's mama. Almost can't believe there is a mama who made the pudding exactly with the pudding made by mama. I miss eating pudding made by Mama that was made specifically for Mama's favorite child as before..."

Monik sighed because he could not tell about the pudding made by his mother Rima to his beloved mother....

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