Not Ready to Get Married (Bad Boy VS Good Girl)

The Seoson 4 Part 1

Tsunami hit Country A. All poranda porak. Leo and Zara's family must save themselves from the tsunami. All the property disappeared swept away by the tsunami wave. Old life disappears, new life changes in Country A. Many people have lost family members. The family of Leo and Zara.

Twenty years later. My name is Aara Amelia. I'm an orphan girl. Live alone, stay bored and sell a variety of chips every day. I was the dumbest student in school. Twice in class. I went up to the class at the mercy of the teachers and principals. I don't know when I've learned, but everything is just the wind that pacing aimlessly in my head.

I'm used to getting a zero. Even students who always get remedial almost in all lessons. But I'm not ashamed and I've tried. My face is pretty but my brain is empty. I often sell chips by all means even this trick I do. Understand that there is no job that suits me. Every job I do always fails miserably and harms people.

A few days ago I found a baby. I don't know whose baby. At first I didn't want to take care of it. I put him in front of people's door but I took him again. I put it in the park chair but I take it again. Until I put it in the public toilet at the ends I took it again. All because I can't. Even though living alone is difficult plus caring for a baby, my life is getting miserable. The income from selling chips is not much.

I named the baby Bobo. Because he's more bobo than awake. Bobo is a baby. I took him here selling chips he never fussed. But I can't go to school because I'm confused who Bobo left.

That night Bobo's formula ran out. I don't have any money. I have to buy milk for her otherwise she could starve and fuss. I walked back and forth in my room.

"How do you make fast money? the sale of chips malem-malem gini later counted satan. But if waving on the side of the road is mistaken for jablay. How am I supposed to do?" I'm trying to think. I'm sure there's a way out for my problems. God will not test His servant beyond his means. I can't give up. There are many roads to Rome.

"I have an idea." I cried. Although my brain is often empty but the matter of the idea can be produced. The brain is useless. I just keep doing it every day hanging out in my head

I carry my own backpacks Bobo I designed with the addition of jarit cloth. Understandably I don't have the money to buy a sling today. Carrying Bobo in the back, I walked on the side of the road. To take the bus I don't have any money.

"No, I have to be passionate, zero I don't break charcoal. As long as there is still hope tomorrow, go ahead who knows tomorrow my value is +1" said pede. No matter my grade which is often zero. The key is effort and confidence. Living a kara and orphan should be strong faith and face the wall. Whatever is ahead, be it happy or difficult, I have to be able to get through it.

I never expected my worth of ten senses to have measured my own abilities. That night I went to a pretty crowded nightclub. Just wanted to enter the club's security guard against me, you could say they securitized him but his body was high and sturdy.

"Hey what are you doing here, little boy?" askthem. Seeing a little boy like me who doubted the condition of his wallet could pay for all the facilities inside.

"Ngamen Om" I said without guilt, innocence. May they be touched and give me a way.

"Msnog? this is not a cram place. On the bus alone" suggested one of them.

"Well that's the problem Om, the bus is quiet, even rich singing the demons on the bus," I said honestly to the burly man. They should know the true circumstances.

"Ngamen in front of the shop there," proposed the other one.

"That's the second problem Om, the shophouse is closed," I replied honestly. Where there's a shophouse open in the middle of the night. Open in the middle of the night, there are only two places in the world, between a nightclub or a funeral. The problem is that at the funeral it's kind of like that. How do ghosts want nyawer. The money can be used in the human realm. Presidentskan has not formalized that money from ghosts can be used in the human realm.

"Then why are you here?" ask one of them back.

"Only in a crowded nightclub Om" I said with a sweet smile wishing to be pitied. Understandably I can only cram in a nightclub. Orkay mangkal usually in cynican. Who knows if they want to reduce the sins of those who have weighed the scales of hell.

"It's not exactly an event, go there!" the orders of one of them.

I immediately begged the burly man. This nightclub is my only hope in the middle of the night that is still crowded. Than at the funeral. Afraid to disturb the grave and make trouble, pocong-pocong later on ask in the pocong rope open again to make me afraid.

"Om my son must drink milk, I have no money hik hik. I'm an orphan living a kara, homeless and hungry. Rice ration is not part hik hik hik..Sometimes I have to scavenge leftovers in the trash just to survive but my baby can not eat junk food? he needs hik's milk...." I'm bragging, just this trick for them to feel sorry for. Relax about acting I am the champion. Never won a casting but so the only figure slapped and entered the ravine, not to mention replace the actress drowned and jumped from the second floor. It feels irony over irony when the pay is not how much but my heart is racing.

"Hik hik baper really, bring him a lot of anyway." The two burly men were saddened by my irony. They pity me.

Because also my prank, while they're both bapers, enter ah. I'm sorry Om burly, only here my fortune is. Dollar I Coming.

Crick.crik...

"Mas-mas, Mba-mba, please listen to me sing. Excuse me or I want to ramen first, please open his ears do not take off his clothes I am still not old enough," I said to give a two-word opening. Everything must be preceded by a welcome first. How know they baper and give me a lot of alms.

"Who is he?" Everyone is looking at me. They feel weird seeing me busking in a nightclub.

"What crazy person?"

Some people think I'm crazy. But calm down I don't get hurt easily. My mentality is steel, even though I'm a woman. I've been used to being insulted, scolded and reviled.

Life is hard, if we don't have hearts as hard as steel, it's hard to survive. I must be strong and strong. Father and mother must be proud and calm there because I never cried for my fate.

"One day the frog met a snake. They both are not dating. Remember the laws of nature. Frogs are snake food, not Mas-mas and Mba-mba" I said singing while playing my icrik. There's no song I remember. Only my original garland singing and my fales filled the room. Make those who hear it feel like an earthquake and an impromptu tornado.

"Huh ..., sing what a fairy tale is."

"Have fun when you join." Apparently, there are still people who look positively at my song. Even though the mosquito runs away when it hears it. Especially lizard. On falling to the floor.

"Relax, Mas, Mba, I am not narifin but his sincere contribution for blessings. But please the money must be halal work. No loot, rob, cheat, sell yourself or nilep money. I need halal harassment huh," I with the pedunya determined the money they should give me.

"Huh ..." They cheer. It was as if I dared to ask for a fee when my voice made their ears hurt and asked to be treated to a Doctor.

Some people threw me thousands of dollars. You can buy Bobo milk. I took it piece by piece. Shameless indeed but this is my only urgent way to earn money. The important thing is halal money despite the abuse. I don't want to be a sugar baby, a mistress or an actor. Even though the money is a lot but not blessed and halal, what to do? Nambahin the weight of the scales of hell. When I crouched down while holding the abuse. They saw Bobo sleeping on my back.

"Eh .., she's got a baby." They're moved. Didn't expect a little girl like me to carry a baby, busking in a nightclub.

"Pity is yes." Some of them are sorry. Maybe my fate is not as lucky as those who have a lot of money. But they use it for ponya-foya. Destroying their bodies with liquor.

Some people pity me. But I'm not one to be merciful. I just took my results. Suddenly the two security came. I gotta? kabuuur .., they are not baper, the address must be out. They chased me here and there. I ran so I wouldn't get caught. Come inside the VIP room at the club that night. They were all gambling and drinking alcohol.

"Punten Nyak, I want to drink tea but instead enter here. Oya Om-Om all do not gamble and drinking liquor is a sin. Remember that life in the world is only temporary. How do you know a few minutes later you guys are dead. Wait is dead what is it? the words that are often spoken in the film, I nyontek doang," I said innocently. I never thought there was such a place in a nightclub. Astagfirullah, many girls in sexy clothes and make out with fat old men again. What people's tastes are now changing. Money above everything. Fortunately, I didn't take the road like them. Let it be difficult as long as it is halal, Insha Allah is a blessing.

"Who is that little boy?" They were all surprised to see me and hear me say.

"That's it, catch it!" The security went into the room I was in. They no longer give me into the slack. Catching me is a dead price.

"Grey." I ran out of the room chased by the two burly security.

Inside a handsome man wearing a full suit sat behind the gamblers in the VIP room, he asked his secretary who was standing next to the sofa he was sitting on.

"Give him the money!" the handsome man orders his secretary. She seemed to pity me who was holding a baby inside that nightclub.

"Okay boss" he said.

The secretary of the handsome man walked out of the room. He's looking for my whereabouts.