My Singles
en route
Introduce my name Hamid Alqory, I was awarded a tall body and tanned. What's your name? but later we already know him yes, but now I beg your permission yes, yes you are beautiful delay and handsome advantages, I want to tell the same you this, yes, about my past when I was in private school in Mataram NTB. Maybe you think I'll tell you about my love story and then I was cut off or left married to my lover and then I was sad, no, you're wrong! yes you are wrong, because the story I want to tell is more sad than the story of Zainudin and Hayati or like the story of Korean drama. It is more sad than a love story. Not believe? Yes I started the story when I wanted to leave from my house in the east to my boarding house in Mataram, we started the story:
In 2017 at exactly 16:30 pm I am ready to go to Mataram, before I want to leave I go to my parents
“ buuu... I leave first yes to Mataram “.
“ yes "my mother replied
“ dad mana bu “
“ your father is still in the rice field “ maklumi lah for a farmer if that hour is still in his rice field.
“ if I leave first bu ”
“ yes be careful on the road “ said my mother commemorating her beloved son this hehehehe.
I started to turn on my bike and left my comfortable home for my future and my dreams. On the way I saw that my motor gasoline was going to run out so I went to pertamina, yes do not ask, why I went to pertamina, yes definitely want to fill gasoline lahhh. Ok besin the bike is fully loaded and I continue my journey. My journey to Mataram, I enjoy with all my heart, accompanied by a treat of sunset view, this is my reason why I choose to leave the afternoon to Mataram, Mataram, why not morning or afternoon I leave, yes it was, the soup I can enjoy the beauty of nature presented by God.
But the beauty was lost when I saw the other motorbike rider in front of me who joined his partner. I grumbled “ when I was like those people whose lives were so perfect, whose days were colorful with their partners, whereas I went everywhere just by myself, every moment of mine,I spent with solitude “ that I felt jealous of those who so easily get lovers.
On a journey that so felt grieving with myself, suddenly Hpku rang “ telulut...telulut “ in my pocket. Yes I took my HP dong. Surely you want to ngingetinkan can not pick up the phone if again driving, just calm down, I stopped for a moment to pick up the phone. I saw who called my friend Habibullah, I picked up the phone, later if I did not pick up in the other I was arrogant, already arrogant anymore, I do not want to be counted like that, I do not want to be counted like that, despite being single, I remain a humble person.
“ helloooo “ greet my friend is called while a loud tone of voice like a person who is angry again, but do not get me wrong think it is the person, not yes angry again.
“ position “
“ me again on this road “
“ ooo ok ok “
“ you where tuu “ I asked Habib
“ still at home ni “
“ dak depart to Mataram “
“ Yes new to leave “
“ ok if so, we will meet atos Yes “
“ ok ok “
My friend Habibullah is my good friend, he lives in the middle of Lombok, I cost him a lot, yes if you are curious about the characteristics of the person, yes he is like me anyway, tall, tall, tanned leather but the difference is a bit handsome same me. But don't think yes, because he's kind of handsome than me his napp is different from me, yes! Our two noses are the same, #jomblo senasip.
