My Match On The Place Kkn
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"That's my first child" Tasya jumped in shock, as she looked at the pictures she didn't realize that Bu Naimah was standing next to her.
Tasya turned to the voice, he smiled clumsyly because embarrassed caught Bu Naimah was looking at the picture frame.
"He's a cop in the same town as your college he's on a week off" he said, staring at a photo of people wearing police uniforms, Tasya could only nod his head.
"if that was my third child, he was studying at the boarding school" Tasya turned to Bu Naimah. He looked at a photo of a hijab-wearing girl like in a playground.
Third kid? Which second child? All the photos on display there only contain 4 people, Tasya inner wonder. He did not intend to ask because he was afraid that there would be things that would make Bu Naimah sad.
"My second daughter was a girl too but she died when she was in 2nd grade" he said, like knowing what Tasya had in mind. The girl just kept quiet, she looked at Bu Naimah's face, seemingly sad.
"He died of a history of heart disease" he continued, looking a drop of Bu Naimah's tears were about to fall. With swift Tasya immediately embracing the mother's shoulder to calm down, he also felt his sadness.
"She looks a lot like you, son" broke Bu Naimah's cry. He embraced the girl's body, crying as he pleased in Tasya's arms. Tasya returned Bu Naimah's embrace and rubbed her shoulders. Bu Naimah's body appeared to rise and fall following her sob. The girl was so unbearable, she was like a flashback when her mother cried at her grandmother's funeral.
Ahhhh why am I so sad, mama I miss, her mind.
Some time the sound of Bu Naimah's cry subsided even though her body was still slightly shaken at will. He took off his arms from Tasya but kept holding Tasya's hand, as if afraid of loss.
The girl led Bu Naimah towards the sofa. He sat Bu Naimah beside him. In front of him were two cups of warm tea and a few snacks. Looks like someone put the snack when Tasya and Bu Naimah were standing in front of the picture frame.
"Drink first Ma'am" Tasya took one cup of tea and given to Bu Naimah, he drank it and looked calmer.
"I'm sorry for Tasya. Indeed your face is very similar to my son, let alone your age seems the same" again the tears were about to fall, Tasya immediately took a tissue and rubbed the tears.
Tasya was also sad, he could feel the sadness of Bu Naimah even though the middle-aged woman was not who she was. But he felt he had a responsibility to bring back Ms. Naimah's smile. After the incident, his heart was knocked and felt that Bu Naimah was the figure of his mother, not his biological mother. But the night is now in the city of S and Tasya is KKN in the village of N which is very far away to convey his longing to the mother. Then he can channel the affection and kangen it to Bu Naimah.
After feeling quite calm, Ms. Naimah took her to the kitchen to help her employees finish cooking. Before actually leaving, Tasya held Bu Naimah's hand. The middle-aged woman turned her head and was a little confused.
"May I help?" bargaining, Tasya felt less awkward feeling. She felt that Bu Naimah was her mother in the village.
Ms. Naimah did not immediately answer, she seemed to think with the help of Tasya. If Bu Naimah rejects it then Tasya is okay, he can understand if this house there is privacy, thought Bu Naimah who must be guarded from new people like him.
"Can, come!" invite him with enthusiasm, Tasya stood up and went to the kitchen.
"Bu Ida, Mbak Lastri, and Dewi this introduction nduk Tasya Student KKN" he said. Everyone who was busy with their work looked. They looked at Tasya with a friendly and smiling face. The girl bowed as a greeting.
Tasya is a person who is easily familiar, he will not have trouble when close to new people. He looks comfortable helping others, especially those who are used to cooking at the boarding house so look more relaxed when holding a kitchen tool.
"Do you like to cook nduk?" ask Bu Naimah in the middle of cooking.
"I'd rather have homemade food than buy it at a food stall" he replied as he was.
There is a plus from Naimah ma'am, the girl is also always noticed by Naimah ma'am. He could see that Tasya was an independent and simple girl.
20 Minutes later, all the cooking was finished. Mbak Dewi and mbak Lastri pamit deliver food to the mango garden for the employees, while Bu Ida went to the clothesline because the cloudiness began to fall. Tasya and Bu Naimah live there, they both still fix some that have not been settled. Not long after hearing the phone notification from Bu Naimah's phone, he said to pick up the phone.
Tasya was alone in the kitchen, wiping the table and washing his hands. When he rubbed his hand with soap, there was a burly hand embracing him. When he was confused and panicked, he did not have the martial arts to paralyze the enemy. He tried to calm down and think of what he could do to get the person who abused him to take off the hug. His mind is spinning, he remembers the act of self-defense from robbers in action films, he also elbowed people who still hold him with all their might. Not only that, he also stomped on the feet of that person with his sneaker shoes that were very sturdy.
"Auuuwwwww " complained to the man and immediately took off his embrace from Tasya. The girl immediately turned her head and looked at who dared to hug her body other than her papa.
"Who are you?" tanya Tasya, maybe this can be said to be ridiculous because Tasya as if the owner of the house so asked so. But the point of Tasya's question is who are you that dare to hug me, so.
The man who was still complaining of pain immediately turned his head to see who could hurt him, he jumped in shock with that voice. It seems like he deserves an elbow and a stamp on his feet.
Tasya felt insecure, he panicked and his mind was out of order. He felt that Naimah was deliberately kind to him because he would kidnap and rape her. Tears that were still in the fertilizer immediately fell out of fear, he felt like a bad person now.
"is there a ?" from the direction of the living room came Naimah ma'am, he was astonished when he heard the voice of Rezky's cry.
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