Mystery of Love

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As usual I left my letter to Indi, leave my greetings and apologies to Davic.

" Aini's mbak Lapo?" tanya mbak indi a little riled up

" Pean takok arek e ae ngggeh"

"Mbak Aini lapo se mbk, Da o' wrong opo?"

"not wrong opo-opo mbak...." Jawbku

"Keep the lapo?"

"Mene ae pe takon arek e ,nggh!" I said again without any intention of explaining what my letter meant this time.

Indian ma'am passed away leaving me even though he was not satisfied because he did not get an explanation from me.

Two days later while I was in the cafeteria at break time, Ina and Indi came to me. They asked me why I decided on Davic.

"Jarene arek and yok opo?" I asked them to come back.

"Not to date Zein sir"

"Yo iku reponse" I replied again.

"Sakno Da o' lho mbak Aini, arek e suedih you know. Jarene arek e pean nggawe koco moto added muanis"

"Arek and yok opo ae mbak Ina? I asked Mbak Ina.

" Jarene surat-surate dikon. Arek e crito ambek nangis..!" Mbak Ina and mbak Indi told me about the sadness Davic experienced because I asked to break up.

I smiled wryly between believing and not in his words mbak Ina while imagining Davic who was big height was telling his friends while crying, Melow, must be funny bin strange.

I also had my day as usual. I don't know for what reason, often when I walk whether it's to the market, to the copy or to the mosque. The guys must have called my name, but we walked in groups. Maybe because I rarely talk to my guy friends make them curious about me or maybe because I'm too sweet as honey (wkwkwkwk.

Even when teaching at the mosque was from the top floor of the mosque that had not finished its construction there were some children who called me. Unfortunately when I looked up I couldn't see their faces clearly. So mostly I don't know who they are but bodo is very.

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That afternoon after school our children members of room A had lunch together in the room while chatting after the dhuhur prayer first. That afternoon the asem vegetable menu (just stay water doang without any vegetable kale or nuts, really water that tastes there salty and sour) side dishes tofu and tempe. that's it. But we enjoyed it with pleasure.

"Gus Pur was following the lesson ushul fiqih explained that the fruits whose branches are in the yard of others then the fruit is halal taken by the owner of the yard". I began to explain the theme of the conversation this time with the intention of wanting to ask mbak-mbak .

" Means mango manalagi whose branches to the clothesline on the third floor niku can be taken mbak?" ask me on mbak Ziyah

"The most", he answered

"ooh..." we're the ones listening in unison to oho rio.

Finished eating the chat still continued while waiting for the bathroom queue. Mbak Nurin then told me about the man he had been expecting for several weeks. Name's Syifak. Southern cabin boy, his son wearing glasses and he's a very quiet boy.

"Huu.hu.. . Shifak.....!!! he mentioned the name over and over again while hugging the pillow and closing his eyes, while imagining Syifak's face as possible.

We who saw him only smiled because of his funny behavior, said Nurin. He shamelessly expressed his feelings for us.

This child is unique. His voice was very melodious but if told to go forward for treatment he did not want to

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