Red Hooded Girl

Will Never Regret

"Teteh jealous ya see Opi near Ka Dewa?!”

Mimin. He didn't think Opi would think that.

Mimin stopped his steps and turned around. Now he is in a standing position and facing Opi.

"Why does Opi think that way? Why Teteh should be jealous with him," said Mimin while looking at Opi. "Opi certainly knows Teteh, right?" continued.

Opi fluttering. He understood what Mimin said. That God is not his brother's dream man. She knew her only sister well about her favorite, her phobia was also her dream man.

"That's because Teteh loves Opi. Teteh does not want Teteh's sweet sister to suffer the fate of Sri, Mila, Asih or who else in this village who fared like that," said Mimin.

"Steak is too much. Opi is not that kind of girl Tea" Opi said.

The names mentioned by Mimin are girls in his village who are wrong to get pregnant at a young age and even some of them are not married by men who should be responsible for their actions.

"Tea believes Opi is a good girl. But Teteh did not believe in the man. We haven't known him long. You're afraid that..."

"Tea... Opi believes Ka Dewa is a good man. After all Teteh do not worry, because Opi can take care of themselves. Teteh forgot that Opi is the champion pencak silat PORCAM (Security Sports Week)."

Mimin smiled at his sister. "Yes, I believe."

Opi smiled back. Then Mimin hugged Opi and they embraced warmly. Then they continued their steps into the house.

"Opi still have to remember that it is not good if a woman is often alone with men who are not mahramnya. Opi understands, right?" mimin said before Opi entered his room.

"Yes. Opi knows it's tea. God willing Opi knows the limits" Opi said.

"Yes, you go to bed tomorrow."

"Yes Tea. But want genjreng-genjreng first snapped," Opi said while showing the guitar belonging to the God he was carrying.

Mimin replied with a nod and a smile.

 

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"The Opi looks very much the same lo, Wa," said Sol who was lying on a foam mattress brand "Inoca" without a bed in their room.

"Gua pursues his Tetehnya .. sticky even his sister," complained the God. He was sitting on the same foam mattress, opening a white envelope with his payday.

"Yes, you're the same Opi. Let me chase Mimin," said Sol. His eyes focused on the 21-inch tube tv screen that two weeks ago God bought. Although used tv, but the picture is still good. It is good to remove the taste.

"It's ok if you can. Mimin is like an eel not easy to catch and hold" Dewa said.

Sol who was intending to bully the God suddenly paused his intention from seeing the God was counting money. "Lo's paid, Wa?" tanyakanya.

"Udah."

"How much?" ask Sol kepo.

"His salary is two million. Every day you get money to eat goban (fifty thousand rupiah) except holidays. But if it were me, the meal money was taken weekly," God explained.

"Still with the pocket money you've been given, right?"

"Ho oh."

"God of Gods. whereas lo yummy bokap nyokap lo tajir. Every month is given big pocket money. I even run away and live like this. Didn't you run away from home?" Sol.

"My whole life will never regret Sol. Because my escape from home has paralysed me with Mimin," said Dewa with a bright gaze then his own smile because remembering the beginning of his meeting with Mimin.

"Getting together without having the same as a broken heart" Sol continued.

"Ga there is a word of heartbreak before Mimin anyone has," God retorted steadily.

"Hiks... Hix... Hicks..." Soles sobbing.

"Sol I know, lo my soulmate. But I don't have to cry like that too" said Dewa.

"Gue ga nangisin lo. I'm nangisin that." Sol pointed to a television screen that aired the soap opera "Kumyangis Imagining".

"And replace his wife rather than actors, but instead choose actors," he said.

"Heuu's... Kirain cried why. Like aje lo's mom." God is the head of Sol.

 

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Mimin was sitting on the porch waiting for the driver to arrive when a guy said hello.

"Assalamualaikum," said the man.

"Waalaikum salam." Mimin, who was looking down, focused on the Worm Zone game on his phone and then raised his face. "Ustaz Fahri" he murmured.

The man named Fahri smiled and walked over to Mimin. "How are you, Min?" she clenched her hands together in lieu of shaking hands.

"Alhamdulillah." Fahri smiled. "Yes I came here to deliver a monthly study schedule," he explained.

"Oh, when is that?" ask Mimin.

"God willing it will be Sunday tomorrow" replied Fahri.

"Now is Thursday the week of tomorrow?"

"Rubber." Fahri.

"good. God willing it will come if there are no obstacles."

"Please tell the rest of the newspaper."

"God willing, Ustaz."

"If outside the study activities, do not call Ustaz. We're classmates in SD first" Fahri protested.

Mimin smiling. "Yes Usatz. Uh... Fahri."

Fahri smiled back. "Well, so much better to hear. Just call Fahri," he said.

Not long after a motorbike driven by a man in a green jacket arrived and stopped in the yard of Mimin's house. "On behalf of Mimin??" ask the Driver.

"Yes, Sir. Wait a minute, sir" replied Mimin.

"You want to go to work, Min?" ask Fahri.

"Yes," Mimin replied softly.

"Well online ojek?" Fahri's eyes were fixed on the driver of the online motorcycle taxi waiting for Mimin.

"Yes. I can't bring my own bike" Mimin said.

"It's best to deliver that to your mahram. It could go the same Opi or Abah," advises Fahri.

"Opi has gone to school. If Abah leaves during the day," said Mimin.

"You're looking for a female driver."

"It's not hard to get a female driver."

"Well then hopefully someone will immediately justify you to be able to drive you anywhere without having to ride a bulge with a male driver," said Fahri.

Mimin smiled wryly. "Amen. Thank you for Ustaz's prayer" said Mimin.

"Call Ustaz again" protested Fahri.

"Aren't Ustaz giving you tausyiah?"

Fahri. "Not a tausyiah. Just worrying about you" he said.

Mimin smiled down. What Fahri said was like a beautiful harmony that touched the martyrdom of his heart.

"Then I say yes, Min. Be careful about going to work" Fahri said.

"Yes, thank you Fahri" replied Mimin.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

"Wait Fahri!" mimin exclamation because he realized one thing. "You're going to the madrasah, right? Don't take a motor?" tanyakanya.

Fahri is a teacher at the Darul Muttaqin boarding school located in the next village, namely Cihejo village.

Fahri. "No. The motor again ngadat," he said then laughed discordantly. "Maclum motor bobon, hehehe."

"You want me to order an online motorcycle taxi" bargained Mimin.

"No need, Min. Thank ye. This street ... deket. All morning exercise," replied Fahri accompanied by a smile. Though the distance between the village of Cibening and Cihejo Village is quite good if taken on foot.

"Yes it's Min. I am first yes. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

After Fahri left, Mimin approached the motorcycle driver who was waiting for him. Then go up and sit in the back seat. And the motor drove.

From inside the contract, through the window curtain that opened a little, Dewa noticed Mimin and Fahri since then.

"That's it...." His forehead frowned at the sign he was thinking. "Fame. Yes, he's Fahri," he said confidently.

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