Rainy Couple's

Goodbye, Matthias - 3

In the house of Nabilah,

"Do you have to, Nabilah, go to Japan?" asked Nabilah's mother while cutting garlic.

"What's the matter, Mom?" ask back to Nabilah. While Nabilah was busy removing other ingredients from the refrigerator. The menu for breakfast this morning: sausage fried rice.

"There will be no friends Mamak chat while watching the soap opera. No one helped cook."

"Kan, there's Nabit, Mak."

"That difference, Nabilah. Nabit is a man too. It's better if you're a girl. More than just talking."

Nabilah laughed while cutting some sausages. He shook his head at his mother's behavior.

His mother was moving towards him. "Yesterday Nabit told Mamak, maybe you were planning to go to Japan just to avoid the man. Is that right, Nabilah?"

Well, Nabit why the hell? Nabilah was grumbling. Fortunately, there was no finger that was sliced by a knife. Why should I talk non-no?

"Not that, Mom. This is purely Nabilah's decision. Nablah who wants to go there. This was Nabilah's dream. Nablah peeper can go there alone, and work there. And, praise the Lord, the Lord is devout of the prayer of Nabilah. Nabilah can work as a translator at one of the companies in Tokyo."

"Certainly it?"

Nabilah. "Neither lie, Mother. Why did Nabilah go all the way to Japan just to say guys? Not good for Nabilah."

His mother sighed. He said, looking up at the kitchen ceiling. "Mamak must miss you, Nabilah. Be patient often, well, Nabilah."

"Later Line I kept on going. Mamak free to chat me anytime. Including if Mamak wants to talk about artist gossip."

Mama laughed. "It could be you, Nabilah. You're still an artist for Mamak."

"That's when Nabilah was a kid, Mom. Now Nabilah is not."

"It could be you. It's getting smarter you answer." Mother chuckles. "Yes, pour the cooking oil first. Heat it first, and then you stir the spices."

Nabilah. "Ready, Mom!"

That is the true heart of Nablah. Nabilah hummed in his mind while stirring all the spices until the fragrance was smelled. Then the rice is put in the pan.

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At the house of Matias, the,

After calling Darius, Matias was in contact with Kezia.

"Ke, man,"

"Finally you called me too. Where have you been all this time? Ditelantarin Nabilah yeah?"

"Ke, I'm sorry,"

Silent. While waiting for Kezia's voice on the other end, Matias stroked Orenji's fur.

"Ke, that one, about that one, I'm sorry. Benaren I'm sorry."

"It looks like you're sorry. What don't you think about my feelings?"

"Ke, I'm really sorry. Sorry I'm yah."

Silent again. Matias was a little bit of a grumble.

"Ehem, um,..." Silence first, before Kezia continues his talk. "Sir Thalia, don't know why, you want to play at home. He wants you to eat dinner at home."

"You mean?" tanya Matias scrunched his forehead.

"Do you? Ato you want a girl whose name is Nabilah, who is your Junior High School friend?"

"What the hell are you, Ke? Well, I'll do it. Because that's a good sign for our relationship."

"I don't know, Yas. Look at it later, yeah."