Red Hooded Girl

The More Beautiful Your Beloved The More Unsettled Your Heart is.

The god looked at Fahri. "Thank you Fahri. I will try to make her happy. God willing."

Then the two friends hugged each other, coinciding with Sol and Opi who entered the house.

“Ih... Ka Dewa and Ka Fahri ko cuddle?” opi said while staring at the astonishment of the two.

“We are friends you know... be close friends,” God replied while hooking his two index fingers, making a symbol of their friendship.

“Oya Fahri's... Introduce this Sol, a friend of the same fate. This Sol Fahri.”

Fahri smiled and nodded greeting Sol. "Assalamualaikum" he said, extending a hand.

“Waalaikum greetings... This is what I know too. Ustaz Fahri, right?" Sol warmly welcomed Fahri's hand.

"Before you insyaf I often met him in the mosque,” Sol said to Dewa.

"Can you be friends with Ustaz Fahri?" sol asked curiously.

"Gue used to be the same Fahri goit together."

"What??" Sol was astonished to hear the acknowledgement of the Gods.

"Huh??" Similarly, Opi was also shocked until his eyeballs were round and almost out of place.

"Udah... Uda... Why in shock is it horrifying me this former son of santri," seloroh Dewa.

"Ka Fahri.. here Opi dopein wound Ka," said Opi who is now sitting near Fahri.

"Don't Opi! Bi-biar Ka Fahri aja himself who treat the wound," declined Fahri.

Because if Opi treats his wound automatically he will come into contact with Opi, right? And their faces will be close together, won't they?

And he did not want to repeat the presence of the strange twinkling that hit like the night he saved Opi a few days ago. That made his body tremble, his chest flutter, his heart beat, and his blood rippled. I swear to what and it's a secret, don't tell anyone. After returning home to take Opi, he could not sleep all night.

The strange taste was very stinging all over his body made him dizzy seven all night. Astagfirullahal.

"Oh yeah..." Opi's apron broke Fahri's daydream about that strange night.

"We are not mahram yes.astagfirullah," continued Opi by putting his right hand on the chest.

"Here I am the one who is not Fahri," said Dewa. He stretched out his hand asking for the medicine Opi had brought. "Here...where's the cure?".

Opi handed her something she took from a P3K box at her house. "Now" he said to the gods.

The god received something Opi gave him without seeing it again. Then he opened the cover of something he thought was an ointment. When he opened the cover, a distinctive scent of grandmothers was pouring out around them. Instantly the God turned his gaze to something he was holding.

"Masya Allah Opi.. This is mah balm!" furious God. His eyes were fixed on an object with a green lid and said 'Eagle's Balsem Cap'.

"Lohs... What if the balm is what?" ask Opi innocently.

"So... you mean bruised Fahri want to be given that balm?!"

"Lohs... Can't that be?!"

"Ga can do it!" god Gerricks.

"Lo mah Pi. Use some balm mah. It's like being cut off by a girlfriend again unfortunately. Wkwkwkwk." Sol also commented.

"But Abah likes to use it because of that," Opi said.

"But Abah was never punched the same." The god paused his words for a moment to think. "Payus. Yes Payus. Abah was never punched with Payus," he continued.

"Eh... Yes, too." Opi scratched his head.

"Pi so that person pinter little why," chirped Sol who successfully made Opi sewot.

"What is the sole of the shoe. I'm a pinter tau.. school in the favorite High School and always enter the top ten again," sewot Opi.

"Try to prove that you're pinter!" chirping Sol.

"If you can answer my question, it means you are more sinter than me. Terrified about it... It is known that a ball rolls at a speed of 50 centi meters per second . If the ball moves for 12 seconds means the distance the ball travels is the entire length? Let's answer!" opi's Decree.

"Throughout the journey of my unbound love" continued Sol.

"Partially the lack of work, why is calculated anyway.kick the ball," continued Sol.

Dewa and Fahri just smile listening to the chat Opi and Sol.

"Udah Pi there spit take medicine for Fahri. Pity Fahri," God said.

"Asiyaap," replied Opi. Then swung his steps towards the house.

A few minutes later, Opi came back with a bunch of ice cubes in a quarter-size white plastic bag.

“Opi see in the first aid gugel for the bruise use this,” he said while showing the ice cubes he was carrying.

Opi's ignorant soul arises when walking through Sol. He placed a chunk of ice cubes on Sol's arm.

“Awwwww... hot hot!” Sol was screaming hysterically.

“Kok hot anyway?! Solihun Cold!” reply Opi.

“Lo look at it there will be a bubble. The existing bulb means hot,” sloppy Sol.

“Udah hunt bring here the ice! Just kidding you guys. I love you both!” threaten God.

“Mau..!“ Sol.

“Miss...!” opi. Then punch Sol's arm.

“Aww... I also don't want to be fooled by you! I'll get a KDRT later if I'm lo!”

Then Dewa treated Fahri's bruises, providing first aid by compressing using ice cubes. Afterwards, he drove Fahri home.

"Seriously, antum don't want treatment?" ask the gods after arriving at Fahri's house.

"No need to be. tomorrow also healed. insyaallah," replied Fahri.

"I'm sorry, Sob. Because of me, antum got the man's fist," said God.

"Why antum apologized. Ana is the one who wants to apologize, Yan," said Fahri.

"I'm sorry why?" the god is confused. It felt like Fahri had never done anything wrong to him. Then why is Fahri apologizing. That's what's on the mind of God.

"Ana apologise Yan. Last afternoon we went to Mimin's office and bought him a hodgepodge" Fahri said honestly. However, he felt guilty for his actions this afternoon, who bought him food for a woman who was already someone else's wife.

"May antum ridho with what ana did and meridhoi gado-gado giving ana that has been eaten by Mimin," he continued.

"The promise is the first and the last. God willing," he concluded.

"Oh.. about that hodgepodge." The god paused his words for a moment. "God willing I am ridho and sincere Sob," he said then with a smile. Fahri replied with a smile back.

 

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Next morning.

The sun started to rise. The appearance of God is cool with blue jeans flagship combined with black t-shirts and sneakers. Even with a simple look, God certainly looks cool. "If it's cool to wear any shirt is still cool, if it's beautiful to wear any shirt is still beautiful". It seems that the passage of sentences that do not feel foreign because it often milling in the ear is indeed true. (often milling in the author's ear. Sir Su's mainstay answer if I ask "I wear clothes which?"😁😁)

The god sits casually on the porch seat of Haji Zaenudin's house. His right leg is folded and superimposed over the left leg. While his body was a little fluttering backwards leaning on the back of the heart. He is waiting for Mimin.

Not long after, the Heart Backrest he was waiting for came out. Just like Dewa, Mimin also appeared simple with a long-sleeved blouse maroon color combined with a black plisket skirt, and a veil with matching colors. Do not forget to polish thin beautiful face with powder and lip tint. To make it look perfect.

"Assalamualaikum, good morning halal lover," said God as soon as Mimin opened the door.

"Wa-waalaikum greetings," answered Mimin stammered as he jumped in shock to find God already sitting on the porch of his house.

"We are leaving now," said the God with a smile full of charm.

Mimin answered by nodding his head without saying a word.

"Depart...!!" exclaim the God with a funny expression.

Mimin smiled at the expression of God, but unfortunately his smile was only in the heart.

The motorbike drove after Dewa and Mimin sat comfortably on the motorcycle seat. Do not forget to read the basmalah and look at the beautiful face of Mimin from the rearview mirror. What a beautiful morning. His inner.

Just like yesterday, Mimin allowed Dewa to stop his motorbike across the office even further now. Until it does not allow its existence with the Gods will be discovered by his office friends.

The god breathed a disappointed breath. Disappointed with Mimin's decision as if he did not want to publish himself in front of his office friends. Is she ashamed of having my husband. Time is shame. I am the handsome kebangetan. The God murmured in the heart. ("Hmm... Though it's the author's trick let God not immediately meet Deka," said Author while folding his hands on the chest.)

"Mina. later in the day I will go to your office. I'll bring you lunch. What do you want to bring? Rice field, ketoprak, hodgepodge or me..." 

"No need. thank you," said Mimin cut off the word of God. Then handed the newly released helmet from his head to the God. Then it soon passed leaving the Gods.

"So... If Fahri who brought hodgepodge can yes. If your husband wants to bring you lunch, you refuse!” exclaim God when Mimin has stepped foot.

The cry of the Gods stopped Mimin's move. Then he turned around and returned to the God who was still sitting on the motorbike.

“Ma-I'm sorry about those hodgepodge. I-I asked your permission before eating it,” said Mimin terbatas. He felt guilty for the words of God just now.

“Please you ridho and sincerely yes with the hodgepodge that I have eaten,” continued Mimin.

“Hemmm...”

Mimin stared at the god. “Later lunch with yuk...! W-can you?”

God widened his eyes. “Really, you want to have lunch with me?!”

Mimin smiling. “Of course... I'm your wife.”.

“Yes...!!” The gods cheered with excitement. “Could have been.. with pleasure my halal lover,” he said.

“Later break we meet here again,” said Mimin. Then it soon passed leaving the Gods for fear of being late to the office.

The smiling God looked at Mimin from the rearview mirror then muttered. “Truly the more beautiful your lover, the more unsettled your heart.”

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This chapter is very long. Confused what title geh want to make. 😂😂

When dong Mimin bucin SAMA Dewa. Enjoy the process first. Every incident is a process towards the mucinnya Mimin Tea.

I want a little story, okay? If not, I'll tell you a story, Deborah! Haha... (Deborah was a substitute for the nicknames Maemunah, Bambaaang, or Ferguso. Hiya.).

So the story is like this. After my first novel ended, I was going to make a love story Rahma Rizal's sister. I even made the cover. Tells about Rahma who is a match with Diev. If you've read Paid Husband, you know who Diev is? Diev's Diah's half-sister.

But I haven't quite fit the conflict. Until finally turning the bow and my imagination suddenly dropped into Haji Zaenudin. The name appears in the novel Paid Husband, although it does not play a role in the story. And finally came Mimin and Dewa.

I really want that story. Doesn't matter?! 🙄🙄.

Btw thanks a lot for waiting up GBM. I'm amazed uh touched by reading comments friends readers everything.

Love U's. 😘😘😘