Red Hooded Girl

Thank You Opi

If I bring this fragile heart to lay on your love dock, can't you? Opi budging, enjoying the most beautiful song in the garden full of flowers.

Good God, your fight is not on target. Who goes, who is red. Yeah.

Opi is enjoying the martyrdom of his heart. Don't think Opi the new tomboy girl was first combed. Already often. Sweet-faced tomboy girl who has more male friends than female friends. Some of his male friends are racing to get his heart, behind the story of friendship between them.

Usually, when combed by a male friend, the reaction of Opi is punching, hitting, punching, kicking and so on. She is not the type of woman who puts feelings first rather than logic. A tough woman who doesn't fall in love easily.

But for some reason, the reckless chatter of a handsome man with an angry appearance was able to melt his entire heart. Make it fly up to the clouds, for a moment dancing on it. Then come down from above the rainbow slide with a radiant face. It's like a coffee advertisement.

"Opi.." Mimin's call surprised Opi. Mimin had noticed the face of his tomboy sister who met red.

"I-iya Tea," replied Opi trying to neutralize her feelings.

"There's still something to ask you again?" tanya Mimin which of course meant the question was addressed to the Gods.

"Well, is there anything to ask again?" Opi again explored his role as a connector between Dewa and Mimin.

"Emmm, there's no such thing. The cave matches this place, the cave likes," the God replied with a smile. Opi returned the smile of the God, still with a face that was met with red.

Then a motor stopped at the front of the rented door. It turned out to be Sol. Earlier God had done sharelock, so Sol could get to this contract.

"Assalamualaikum," said Sol.

"Waalaikum salam" replied Mimin and Opi.

"Yes, it's my friend who wants to sign with me here," said Dewa introduced Sol. Sol stretched out her hand to get acquainted. Opi welcomed Sol's hand. While Mimin welcomed Sol's hand without touching. God smiled. That's my girl. He murmured in his heart.

"Sol...!!" The god shook Sol's unblinking body as she looked at Mimin.

"Yes...!" reply Sol upset.

"Regularly look at it. If you see it rich that way, you can perforate your eyes," said the god sebal.

The god looked at Sol, with a gesture of the eyes as if to say "Beautiful right, beautiful right?". Sol who was his best friend seemed to understand the gesture in the eyes of the Gods and responded by nodding her head in approval to the implied statement of the Gods.

The behavior of two men in front of Mimin made him wrong. "When do you start contracting it?" mimin asked without seeing the two men.

"Start tonight, dong," replied the steady God.

"But this place hasn't been cleaned yet." Mimin's eyes swept across the room covered in dust. This place has been about a week empty, abandoned by his contractors.

"Ga problem. I'm the same Sol who's gonna clean it up. Pinjemin is a broom and its mopper."

"The broom and the besieger take it for themselves in the hallway next to the house."

"Oh, ok ok." The god nodded his head.

The god remembered something, he reached into his wallet, taking some money from inside the wallet. "This is the rent, I pay up front" he said.

"Later .. if the contract money problem is with Abah aja," declined Mimin.

"Opi.. yuk we're back," asked Mimin.

"Bent on Tea ... Opi wants to be here first" Opi replied.

"Going Opi! Magrib's back off," said Mimin.

"Yes yes" Opi said.

When Mimin and Opi were about to get out, Pak Haji Zaenudin arrived and parked his car in front of the yard. Mr. Haji Zaenudin approached his two daughters who were standing in front of the rented door. Mimin and Opi kissed the back of his brother's hand.

"Where, the young man who said he wanted to contract it has come?" ask Mr. Haji Zaenudin.

"Assalamualaikum, Abah Haji," said the God who immediately approached Haji Zaenudin when he heard his voice.

"Waalaikum hail, Kisanak." The god kissed the back of Haji Zaenudin's hand, followed by Sol.

"Sir Haji, I want to contract both equally my friend, may well Mr. Haji," said Dewa.

"Suit Abah Haji. I like it, it's a very strategic place." Of course he thinks this place is very strategic, because by staying here, he will be easier to approach Mimin. Beautiful woman, with a forehead as smooth as marble before the impingement tragedy occurred. And he's the culprit.

Dewa and Haji Zaenudin were involved in an exciting conversation. Mimin and Opi decided to return home. When Azan Magrib sounded new Haji Zaenudin also returned home.

"Is Pak Haji's son an angel, Wa?" sol asked after Haji Zaenudin went home.

"The cup that wears the hijab is my crush. You are like his brother" said the god.

"Gua ga promise well, Wa. Usually if the girl in the hijab, likes the same guy who is rich model I gini. What if he likes me?" refract Sol.

"That can't happen." The god shook his head and folded both his hands on his chest.

"We'll see" Sol said confidently.

"Udah mendingan we clean this place. Let's sleep well tonight."

And they began to sweep and mop up every room.

God and Sol were laying on the floor barefoot. The longer they lay, the more cold the floor tiles felt piercing the marrow and bones.

"Sol, tomorrow we buy kitchen and household appliances well. We have to buy a bed, a refrigerator, a stove, a pot and his friends" said Dewa. His body curled up to reduce the coldness caused by the touch between his body and the floor tiles. His body was curved exactly like a shrimp.

"Lo's got Wa's money, make it buy it all" Sol replied.

"Some, I hope the money's enough."

"Wa, the cave came home first. Take a mat or a mat to sleep on. We slept on the floor. We can catch a cold. You're so cold" Sol said.

Sol stood together with the sound of knocking on the door.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

Sol immediately went to open the door. In front of the door was already standing the sweet tomboy girl with shoulder-length hair and a fluffy smile. It is Opi.

"What is the god again?" ask Opi while smiling.

"In the morning, it's like," Sol replied.

"Eh, Ka Dewa sleeps where, there's no bed."

"On the tile."

"Eh, don't catch a cold. This cave brings hamburgers to Ka Dewa." Opi showed a hambal carpet that had been covered earlier.

"Huh, make God doang, I'm not?" sol protest.

"Ah, I think your body is as strong as steel. You're still the same as the Black Steel Knights, right? Instead of the wind doang mah will not work on your body," said Opi.

"Eh, my body is also easily fragile times just as my heart is easily fragile."

"If you catch a cold just drink wind oil,” said Opi.

"What is the oil of the wind?!"

"If the Pinter drinks, reject the wind. If a fool drinks wind oil. Hihihihi...." Opi laughed giggling then entered into a contract approaching the Gods.

"Well... So you think I'm stupid?!" sulk Sol.

"Maybe, could be," said Opi who walked past Sol.

“Ka Dewa, don't sleep on the floor. This Opi bawain mat hambal.” Opi handed a red hambal mat with a floral motif.

The god who has started feeling cold smiles.” Thank you, Opi. You saved me tonight,” he said.

“Sama-sama Ka Dewa's. Did Opi also save Ka Dewa's fragile heart?” A smile was engraved on her tiny lips.