PLAN(FOOL)
PART 5'S
بسم الله الر حمن الر حيم
Zain is pensive on the edge of the city streets where vehicles and pedestrians pass by, clean streets with ornaments of plants that develop green and other colors add to the beauty of the streets of Bandung.
He contemplated the words that were thrown from the tiny lips that had made him amazed because of his sweet smile and he laughed amusedly when he remembered that the girl's speech was right never underestimate people see the evidence of his feet acrimonious even the forehead is not much different still a little bit painful let alone there are bruises of blue color there.
“astagfirullah. sorry yaallah already reproached your creation. But he is very funny with such an expression” his monologue. accompanied by a small ruckus.
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The next day Zain standbay right in front of the house Indah again at the same time, namely during the day ba’da dzuhur where he also finished praying. Beautiful home looks careless to see the songong man in front of him back again, however he is a guest and one more thing he who found and returned his phone.
“hay..”sapa Zain after Indah insert the motorcycle kegarasi with helmet and back again in front of the distance and blocked the fence, Beautiful inside the fence Zain outside the fence
“waalaikumsalam” sindir Indah , making Zain scratch his nape that does not itch.
“assalamu’alaikum warahmah”
“waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, what is it?” Tanya Indah to the point.
“aku..just apologize for saying that to you”
“have I forgive om. I also apologize for my actions yesterday” his great-grandchild grimaced a little when he saw the blackened man he did not expect to injure the forehead that was originally cling was now bruised, bruised, zain's lips twitched with a smile but before long he protested a little.
“om.?”
“ia.. kan om considers me a Junior High student to call an ADULT with the name om. besides matching kok” he replied by pressing the word ADULT.
“but I'm still young Nadhira, don't call om”
“Nadhira Whoe is Her?”
“you name take Calista Indah Zahra Nadhira, so Nadhira”
“Beautiful my name is Indah”
“oke.ok. Lovely don't call me om”
“why.. compun already suitable called om”
“no I am still young not that old who should be called om”.
“yasudah om dah”
“ter...” Zain's words were cut off by the ringing of a cell phone coming from Indah he took the phone and picked it up.
“sorry about my phone first”, permission
“please”
Waalaikumsalam warahmah ibu”
“….”
“ia Alhamdulillah has met,”
….”
“ia a good person who found the phone Beautiful and returned directly” Beautiful answer made Zain smile himself he hung his mouth not tightly with his hands clenched without power
“ia mom.. Beautiful greetings..
“….”
“heum. it.. it waalaikumsalam”.
“my mother send greetings the same om, thank you for kindly finding and returning my phone”
“sama-sama”
“om don't want to step up?”
“you riled me?”
“eh I mean not so om. indeed om not busykah”
“all my work is done.”
“eh neng Indah is ready to go,. yaampun handsome once neng. Boyfriend neng ya” interrupted a walimurid mothers who knew Indah unexpectedly he was among them observed the man who smiled thinly even very thin at the mother who continued to look at him making Zain embarrassed.
“eh is not bu”.
“eh is not yes.. whereas it fits loh... with neng Indah.. yaudah neng mas I excuse me duad”.
“ia bu please”
“assalamu’alaikum neng”
“waalaikumsalam warahmah bu.. be careful on the road ya bu”
“ready mother teacher pretty” replied, making Indah blushed embarrassed.
“ekhem.... don't you let me in just tasting your coffee?” Tanya Zain, Lovely patting eidat ‘kok can be impolite like this’ ruknya.
“eh.. yasudah let's om. but sorry om sitting on the porch chair it does not papakan?”
“yap I understand”
“please please sit down, om want to drink what?”
“whatever you are, water is no problem”
“ alright, I'm into du”
“ya” while traveling Indah, there is someone who has been watching both until Indah entered the person even noticed the man, where a large and luxurious house in his village is right in front of the house Indah, and the, it was a house owner girl who observed the man sitting in the antic seat of the Beautiful house.
‘who,... Beautiful can not be her boyfriend. whichever level anyway.the man is rich is also very handsome.where deserves the ugly and richer Beautiful I” his monologue.
“maaf ya om lama” he said put latte coffee with leaf shape on top then one jar of potato chips that have been opened lid.
“you..buy what's the drink”
“make your own om”abadi Indah who sits in a chair at the table Beautiful slightly shift it.
“varietyapana can”
“can if we learn and have the tools toh” Zain nodded in agreement
“please drink om, the chips are eaten also”
“oh of course” said Zain, he tasted the latte coffee which he thought was no less than the coffee latte that was in the cafe – cafe did not forget to eat potato chips.
“oh ya know my name Zain” said Zain introduced himself without reaching out he understands religion even so he graduates Al Azhar orders his brother who is required on every child. Lovely nod not to forget he also drank his cold chocolate.
“Indah...” Call a girl owner of a luxury house in the village Beautiful turned while Zain glanced at a glance then indifferent, and, It was beautiful to get up from there to open the gate and sure enough the girl just cheered and stood in front of Zain who was busy snacking.
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