Proof of Love Kang Santri

BCKS ll Dilla

...Assalamu'alaikum, keep the Qur'an as the main reading...

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Perhaps because the attachment between the blood is stronger than the distance, as far or at the smallest point as long as it is still on the third planet named earth, still God has a way to unite them.

Let's say this story bends for a moment, with time running like rotation and revolution, but their meeting not only got here, but, there's a story I need to tell from a story I'm going to define.

"What do you want?"

"Outside for a little while buy some vegetables."

"don't!"

"Why?"

"The time will be less than 40 minutes of 4,320 minutes during the weekend, it is better to do something useful."

"Example?"

"Sleep."

He said that success made me grunt. The end of Sunday instead of the road even so kebo road, under the pretext of gini gapapa if the important sleep weekend can be nyantuy.

"Please if you want to sleep, I'm going out for a while."

"Yes, buy some yahh oranges." It was his words that made the woman nod.

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"How many mang are there?"

The term is from the word mang dadang fresh fruit and vegetable seller around the cempaka two road complex. The woman with the shar'i and also masker chose the theme of what fruit she would buy

"Tea dila lama pisan in bogor." Mothers who choose vegetables.

The woman with the name dila smiled for a moment behind the mask and nodded her head.

"The twins haven't woken up yet?"

"It's already open," he answered making everyone nod.

Perhaps only as a female soul can feel, what does it mean to tell and tell in a stream of life, like ibuk ibempong who was in the complex was talking warmly.

Wherever can always be made a place of gossip, both at the seller in the shop even in the toilet, for what reason.

"Say there will be a study, beuh filler show essentially kiyai children from Java." Say one of those busy mothers.

"The boyolali laugh."

Boyolali

Boyolali

Among them was one of the women holding her temple like a throbbing together with the memories of the ashes and unseen, sweat sweat sweat flooding her forehead making some people who realized immediately reprimanding her.

"Tea dila why?"

Women with the name Dila just fell silent and smiled a little as if showing them that he was okay.

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"Are you not dil?" Ask the figure of the woman who is still leaning on the head of the bed, his name is lastri the sleepy sleepier after the weekend, if the usual day of work where he had slept.

Dila took off her mask when she was at home.

"No."

"You ask me. Why??" Lastri said to himself.

"Why?"

"Later tonight, take a class." Invite him to make Dila look astonished, then smile

"Tumbent."

Lastri's name, a coworker who helped the woman a long time ago, considering that the mass of five years ago was still kept secret by him, I don't know what the secret is clear, what is the secret, regarding the situation is quite improved he still hopes to still consider the woman his sister.

"Ish, come on, Zadid's coming too." Lastri. " And who knows you will be smitten with Ustadz who talks, he said he was handsome still young." Lastri said.

"Start on."

"Hihi, lha until when do you want to wait for people to go through? who knows your husband is married, it's the same zadid aja he's also a masalalu loh who likes you, or..."

"Or what?"

"Do you want to meet the handsome Ustadz first?" Lastri asked up and down the eyebrows.

"You think that I'll still be able to remember therapy?" Tanya Dila makes Lastri tick.

"You remember the first time you tried you for weeks? no! and you should know that there is a zadid who has been faithful waiting for you." Lastri said she was suddenly angry.

"But..."

"His husband? where is the evidence anyway? he should have been looking for you and his son, right? men are not responsible for itumah." Sentak Lastri's.

"Children need a real father too? but is your husband still alive?" Cerocos Pastry.

"Lastri enough!!" Shouted Dila by holding his head and sitting on the floor.

"Arrgghhhh..sakitt's hicks." His shouting.

Lastri hurriedly approached Dila with her choking breath directly hugging her. The debate always came suddenly and circumstances forced him to always remember the figure, but it never worked as hard as he tried.

"Mother why tan?" Ask the same twins who just got home from playing.

"Mother.."

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"Something that is forced is not good dil," he said, which made the woman stare blankly at the window, seen then the man who was busy with his activities.

"Sorry." That one sentence appeared on Dila's lips.

"Well then excuse me there's still a teaching schedule."

"Thank you brother zadid."

"Sama-sama, I'm saying goodbye."

Did you forget the fa with me who proposed to you first. The man smiled wryly before closing the door.

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Lastri chose to peek behind the door, looking at him blankly daydreaming staring at the window. Of course, the woman with the status of single-fisabilillah felt bad had forced the will of others. Obviously that's not his business, but...

Lastri entered the room slowly and lowered her head.

"They.."

"Hm."

"Josef's waiting with Killa at the dinner table." Sluggishly.

Silent.

"I'm sorry, but it's been a debate about you." Lastri said, he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Do what sorry if I repeat again." Say Dila flatly. "I know I'm just hitchhiking in your place,"

A long time ago, Dila learned that Joseph and Killa were her biological children when she heard firsthand the things that Lastri had hidden that she had considered her older brother.

"Do you remember your name at all? "

only the slumber was answered by the frail woman lying in the patient's room.

"Okay, your name is now dilla."

Still remember the debate that night, when lastri said that the twins were his children.. And worse yet no one knows his real father. Until now the woman named Dila still does not know who her identity, often she asked zadid but the man often avoided if he asked about massalu.

complicated as the story, his own name he did not remember clearly. It is just that God might give way.

"Please dil, I'm sorry. I care about you, I already consider you my family, please don't think that's okay, my intentions are good...I'm kasian killa and yusuf are always led by his friend." Lastri.

"Then what about my heart?"

"What if my husband's still around and he's looking for me, too."

Lastri took a deep breath, and breathed out softly "Then where is the proof hm?"

Silent

"I-I'm getting out of here." Said Dilla stopped her eyes closed firmly, the decision she would take to leave here was already round.

"Dill.." Gerram lastri's.

"Mother."

Silent for a moment, heard a sigh from the figure of dilla.

"As you said before. Waiting without certainty is indeed torturous, you say. If my husband doesn't come back means I have to." Dila.

"Dill you..."

"No, my decision is unanimous, but I have to find myself.. I'm going to java."

"Astaghfirullah dil, don't be selfish."

"No, I dream of someone. I might just dare to shoot. Actually, many times I dream of a male figure but it's not clear his face just that..."

"What's dil.."

"He called me Syifa."

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is there a Penasaraannn???

same hehe, me too.

How babnya? weird huh? gapapa.

who's Dilla? Who is zadid ?those who remember season one will understand.

dilla wants to go to Java, how dong??

haha the chapter is chaotic like the feeling of author wkwk.

very slow brain nulis so just think of two days (

Nois I'm now working, and it turns out everything is not as simple as I imagined after entering the world of work, because I'm all slow this must get angry boss and co-workers huhu very sad.

Do you have any tips to be smart? 😅😅

hopefully healthy yes, I don't know the chapter ngefeel that obviously I'm tired.

Spirit for you,? hey make him when to come home

healthy already ya yama😁