NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 82: GET HERE UNDERSTAND

Nandang refused to go home. His heart broke a thousand. Just now he got up and even ventured to apply for Naila, with capital nods. But the result is nil.

Huh, right? Love is not enough to propose to a girl Pak Kadis.

This time, Nandang did not come home. But, no longer stop by Mami Onel's house. Like last night.

Magrib was almost there, covering a mosque for him was the best option for worship. Take off all the uneg-unegs that were struggling in his mind.

"nandang ... You're Nandang, right?" A man's voice greeted Nandang's sense of hearing when going to the motor park. To continue the journey somewhere.

"Pa Sosongko's. How are you, sir?" Nandang greets the tire patcher's hand with respect.

"Alhamdulilah, good Nandang. Your house around here?" his question was somewhat astonished. Because only this time saw Nandang worship in the area where he lived.

"No sir. It was intentionally muter-muter. Mr ...?" Nandang asked back.

"It happens that in this area, the father is entrusted to guard the house. Come on if you want to stop by." Barawas.

"You may sir." Nandang did not think long. Anyone who might be looking for it. Again, the reluctance to go home after being rejected makes his heart crumble.

"Assynolajet. Ms .... Please make some coffee. There's a guest." Not yet bOkong Nandang touch the chair on the terrace of the luxury house, Mr. Sosongko has asked his wife to make drinks for the two of them.

"Lho ... Is your wife here too?" polo Nandang.

"The name is the wife, Nan. Let's stay under the bridge and stay with it." Answer with a smile.

Nandang just nodded.

"Makanya ... Have a wife immediately. Let the spirit fight to live and support others."

"Boro-boro has a wife. This is just the proposal Nandang just rejected." Lirih Nandang. Feel right again, to confide in Mr. Sosongko.

"Huh ... Your application was rejected?"

"Yes Sir. That's why it's so bad again. Lazy home, shy. Aaaa. Macem-macem sir tastes."

"Reason?"

"Ga. Tau Sir. Nan doesn't understand." Then Nandang told his dialogue with Pak Bagus earlier to Mr. Sosongko.

"Hc ... Ha ... Ha." Mr. Sosongko chuckled, instead of feeling sorry for Nandang's fate he laughed at the innocent young man before him.

"Why Sir?"

"Yes ... Was it. You can't look at the words of your future in-laws. That's not in the rejects. Just ask for a revision." His words wiped away the tears that came out, because he was laughing earlier.

"Where ...?" Nandang did not understand.

"Kalo proposed to people's children. What you prioritize is a strong love in your heart, about loyalty, honesty and the certainty of people's children you will be happy. Not because you don't want to compete with others. It means you are not confident, yourself. Then, how can his father trust his son with you thooo...?"Mr. Sosongko insists for Nandang.

Nandang gawked, looking at what was conveyed by Mr. Sososngko.

“So Nan should have said what dong ?” Bo dohnya Nandang ga ketulungan.

“Sebitar .. Yesterday you said you graduated Bachelor ?”

“Continue CPNS test also failed to continue ..?”

“Iya .. “

“You know why ...?”

“No Sir.”

“Yes you are less intelligent. You are not sensitive to your surroundings. Your life is too much theory. Less picnic rooms. Would you like to have a beer ..?” Silly was also the invitation of this middle-aged man. Didn't they just come out of the mosque.

“Astagafirullahalazim. Istigfar Sir. That's satan's drink.” Answer the spontaneous.

“Ha .. ha ..., your life is too straight. Every now and then you should taste something that can make your way through.” Kekeh Mr. Sosongko makes Nandang more confused. Not Mr. Sosongko who yesterday reminded him close to God. Then why now he actually suggested Nandang drink alcoholic beverages.

“So you proposed to your girlfriend through her father and you were playing chess. You know Nandang. What you are facing is a game. Don't you realize, how to play you know by your lover's father …? And there he can read, how far your vision and mission is to uncover life. To finish the game. To fend off the appearance of the opponent's move.” Pa Sosongko is back in serious mode.

Nandang was still silent, just looking at everything that Mr. Sosongko told him.

“Do you often play chess with your lover's father ..?”

“Ser often.”

“You've won against him ..?”

“No.”

“Why …? Indeed never won or intentionally never want to be a winner?”

“Nan is fighting it, Sir.”

“Hahs. I guessed it. You are too polite in this life. Your ambition is too well kept. Until someone else can easily colonize you. You like to play it safe, never dare to get out of your comfort zone. But not necessarily out there dangerous. Sometimes even more amazing.” Detailed Pa Sosongko firmly and coercedly.

“You love how many brothers ..?”

“She's an only child, Sir.”

“Oh .. clear. Very clearly depicted in the picture book. There is no one father, willing and sincerely take off his daughter just like that to a weak man. Mental coward even loser.” Mr. Sosongko sipped coffee that his wife had delivered.

“According to you. This is like, if the word. You now have what yes ...?” Mr. Sosongko seemed to think for a moment.

“Oh yes. You have a motor. This bike is very valuable, but it is getting old. It is time to move ownership. In other words, you want to love people, because you already have a luxury car. This is missal yaa.” Nandang watched carefully.

“To whom will you give your morot? One, to the rich who have a showroom and you are in the lure with promises. That your bike will be taken care of as a valuable collection in his showroom. Because your bike includes rare and antique output. Or the second, which is to an ordinary person, who is said to be using your motorbike to run his online motorcycle business. Which one did you choose?” ask Mr. Sosongko to Nandang.

“Ya obviously I will give to the second dong Pak.” Answer Nandang gave a choice.

“But later your bike is abrasive, it can be damaged. Kan in use for online ojek business which is certainly at risk of disaster and danger.” Mr. Sosongko.

“Iya Sir, right. But my bike will be more useful and useful in the hands of ordinary people. Than the rich. Let's not say my bike even died spark plugs, dead battery too. Because only on display, the fall of gaunya. Only confined, unproductive.” Beber Nandang explained the reason.

“Well, such is the feeling of a father when releasing a girl let alone the only one. He must weigh to whom he will hand over his daughter. Is to the person whose life is comfortable, so that his child does not experience distress. Or just the opposite, it is released to people who want to fight together to move on. Up here get it ...?”

Connect ….