Red Hooded Girl

Tired

Whose rose is this? How's it on my desk?. He murmured in his heart.

Mimin turned to his right and left to find out about the rose. And his eyes were fixed on Memet who was focusing on mopping close to his desk. (Even Memet, mopping again, mopping again).

"Met... Here!!" Mimin waved his hand calling Memet, in order to come to his desk.

Memet paused his mopping activity, then walked closer to Mimin's desk. "Yes Tea, what's wrong?"

"Who's this Met?" mimin asked as he showed her a red rose found on his desk.

"What flowers are flowers, tea?" Back to asking.

Mimin's eyeballs twisted because he heard the unfortunate question from Memet. "The flowers and flowers are the same as Memet" he said.

"Different Tea. If the flower can accompany the word widow. If flowers can't. What we used to hear was a flower widow, not a flower widow."

Mimin breathed his frustration. "Your boyfriend is a widow, Met?" tanyanya.

"Bright... Kok Teh Mimin know. Mimin tea has inner eyes. Tea don't say yes if my girlfriend's a widow." Memet put his index finger in his mouth while looking right and left. "We're both secrets, yes" he continued.

Again Mimin sighs annoyed made, but he was originally said to guess the status of his girlfriend Memet.

"So, who is this naro flower on my desk?!" he asked with intimidating intonation because he was annoyed at Memet who even spoke slurred.

"It's not me, Tea." Memet shook his head.

"Yes not you. So who?"

"No idea, Tea." Memet shook his head back.

"Did you see my batik-clothed friend here?" ask Mimin. Isn't the batik lover man also worthy of being the unexpected flower sender, right.

"Oh, Mr. Camat's. I did not see Mr. Camat, Tea," replied Memet confidently.

"Oh, yes you've been working there again. Thank you," concluded Mimin ended his interrogation activities.

"Ok Tea. But..my secret should not be revealed yes," whispered Memet while chirping.

"What secret is Met?" asked Rudi who suddenly was in front of Mimin's desk and stood behind Memet.

"Eh... No Mr. Rudi, hehehehe." replied Memet cengengesan.

"The secret is that your girlfriend is a widow" said Rudi.

"Eh... Mr. Rudi also knows yes," said Memet.

"Soally, said my silat teacher sing saha nu kersa ngikat darajad randa hirupna would mulya (who would willing to raise the degree of widow, his life would be noble), said Memet again.

"Awildering... Uh agree," said Rudi. For he was also destined to marry Nafa, who was a widow.

"Eh, by the way Mr Rudi knows the hell my girlfriend is a widow? Lest Mr. Rudi shaman yes," Memet said innocently.

"Haissh's... My time is cool like this is said shaman anyway. You don't know who I am?!" reply Rudi.

"Who is Mr Rudi?"

"Now, horrified. Miss ms... Ahem... Ehem..." Rudi clenched his hands in front of his mouth as if he was holding a microphone. "What's wrong with you🎶🎶🎵🎵." Rudi sang a line of song lyrics in a style similar to Ariel, his idol.

"Oohs... Yes, Mr. Rudi looks a lot like."

"I look like Ariel, right??" Rudi folded his hands on his chest, styled as cool as possible, while raising his eyebrows.

"It's very similar to Mr. Ariel... But the KW... Parto. Kabehuurr...!!!" Run away after saying that sentence.

"Memeeit...! Look out for you!"

While Mimin just bobbing heads watching the interaction of Rudi and Memet.

*****

Ahead of the break, Mimin opened his phone, there were several WhatsApp messages coming in. Then he read them one by one.

The Man: Assalamualaikum, Salihahku. Sorry this afternoon we can't talk together. 🙏🙏

The Man: More customers, can't eat out. You can't take a long break. 🙏🙏

The Man: Later coming home from work, I picked up at the usual place of Love. Love U's.

The Man: Marked.

charming handsome guy charming trembles who always miss you. _____________________________________________________________________________________________

Rahma.: Min, I'm talking acutely. What the hell is Min?

Rahma: Is this really the problem?

My sister Sweet: Tea has Ka Fahri ga number? Request dong, please 🥺🥺

After reading the line, Mimin began typing a reply message. And reply to them one by one.

Reply The Man: Waalaikum Salam. It'sit's okay. Sorry I can't go home together. For the covenant is with Hannah and Rahma. 🙏🙏

Reply Rahma: Very serious. Anyway don't ever talk about Gods or my marriage in front of Hana. Pleases. I'm not ready yet.

Reply Sweet Sister: Ask for the number Ustaz Fahri for what Opi?

My sister Sweet: Ada deeeh... Where's number!

Mimin replies to Opi's message.

Reply My sweet sister: Don't have a new Fahri number. There is an old number that is not active.

My Sweet Sister : Hadeuh 😪

When Mimin wants to keep his phone back in the bag. There is an incoming message notification again.

The Man: Yes... Ride the motor again dong.

The Man: It will be empty again.

The Man: Yes, Papa. Careful well.

The Man : Love Greetings & & ''S '9️

"Mimiiiiiin...!" exclaimed Devi who was walking towards her desk.

"Eat yuk Min!" bring Devi. Then, show the black swipe pouch he is carrying. "Nih.. ketoprak Mang Wawan," he said.

"Wih. "Wawan is still ahead, right?"

"Still... What do you want to do?"

"Yes, want to buy ketoprak dong."

"Do not. Here's one for you" said Devi.

"Currently... Thanks Dev... That's very good." Mimin smiled at sumringah.

"I'm not the one who bought it" explained Devi.

"Well... Who's dong?"

"Mr Deka."

Mimin flinched for a moment. That is, most likely a single rose was from Deka, not.

"We are all treated the same Mr. Deka" Devi explained when he saw Mimin dumbstruck.

"O-oh." His heart was a little relieved when it came to knowing that it was not just him.

"Come on, we're eating at the Gazebo behind yuk's office! Along with the others as well," Devi asked. Then Devi breezed away from Mimin's desk. And Mimin walked behind Devi.

Arriving at the Gazebo, it turns out that there is already Irna and Susi who are sitting sweet. Devi and Mimin sit at the Gazebo. Devi opened the four ketoprak packs and placed them on each plate.

"It has not been done yet, we have splashed the direct tract from Mr. Deka," said Susi.

"Especially if it has been made yes," said Irna chimed in.

"Yes Min, have accepted Mr. Deka," said Susi.

"Ho oh's. Mr. Deka was handsome, well again," said Devi to ride.

Mimin nibbled his temple. Suddenly his head felt more tired. Hana's problem has not been resolved, now added Deka's problem that also burdened his mind.

*****

The god was just about to eat a pack of rice he had just bought from a warteg not far from the workshop where he worked, when the shakes of the phone felt from his pants pocket. He reached into his pants pocket to pick up a cell phone. The hope is that the incoming message may be from her halal lover. Honey, the expectations are not in reality.

He sighed disappointed when he found out that the incoming message was not from "My Halal Love". Except for a number not in contact.

Message from 085798765xxx

Assalamualaikum warahmatullah, Turkey. It's Hana. Sorry if this message interfered with your activities.

Do you want to eat in. (name the famous place in this city).

We're not both. With two of my best friends too. Mimin and Rahma.

I was hoping you could come along.

After reading the message, he put his phone on the table. Not intending to repay. He looked back at a pack of rice with a menu of balado eggs, orek tempe, and kale vegetables that evoked his taste. And start eating it. I forgot to read the bismillah.

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Let's say the gods will come along?

Sorry for the chapter this time there are no important points. So less exciting. Next chapter, inshaallah.

Btw sorry well if in this chapter allude to the status. Not at all intended to corner let alone hurt. Because our position in the eyes of God is not seen from status, property, office, and so on. Except faith, piety and charity.

Thank you so much for the support. Love U's.