Red Hooded Girl

Flowers vs Shirts

From: Someone who always loved you.

"Here, take a look!" exclaims Gods. Then snatch the business card from Mimin's hand.

His heart grew increasingly arrogant when reading a business card with a successful sentence made his blood pressure soar high and his heart burned hot. Sia*lan, how dare you send flowers to my wife. Just be careful if I meet the guy I'm mocking. Inwardly

"Who is this, Mina?" ask the God full of annoyance. How could he not be upset, knowing his beloved wife was getting the attention of another man. Even to send her a bouquet of flowers.

Mimin shook his head. "I don't know."

The god tore the business card roughly, then ripped it off, then ripped it off and threw it into nothing.

"Here, flowers!" exclaims Gods.

"You want the flowers?" ask Mimin.

"throw away! It is forbidden to accept any gift from anyone other than my parents, family and me!" resolute God.

With doubt Mimin gave the bouquet of flowers to the Gods. The god grabbed the bouquet and already stepped into the trash, about to throw away the bouquet.

"Wait A... Don't throw!" mimin Sahut. He stepped towards the gods.

"Why? You want to save a gift from another man? Do you like this flower? I can buy you flowers like gini le ...."

Mimin touched his index finger on the lips of the God who continued to grumble. "Shhh... Aa do not nag like that, can be reduced levels of pleasure," he said.

Mimin took back the bouquet of flowers from the grasp of God and looked to the right and left. His gaze was fixed on a group of mothers who were plucking Mamang vegetable outside the front fence of the contract. Then he walked over to the group of mothers.

"Assynoltom... Buibu," said Mimin.

"Waalaikum salam" said the mothers in unison.

"Mom, do you like flowers?"

"Likes...!!!"

"There's a bouquet of flowers. Divided by flowers Buibu."

"Now. Want."

"I want to."

"I want to."

The mothers immediately rushed scrambling flowers from Mimin.

After giving flowers to a group of mothers, Mimin again approached the god who is now sitting on the terrace chair of Mimin house.

"Rather than being discarded, it is better to share it with others, right" he said.

The god stood up from his seat. He approached Mimin. Looked at him for a moment with a loving look. Then he stroked the cheeks as smooth as the baby's skin while smiling. "Thank you, my halal sweetheart" he said.

Mimin smiled back, "Yes, my Aa."

"Mina, can you?" The gods spoke in whispers.

"Can I have an A?" reply Mimin by whispering.

Then the God turned to the right and left like a thief observing the surrounding situation. "Can sun?" whispered.

Mimin turned his head to the right and left just as the god had done earlier. "May," he whispered after feeling confident the situation was safely under control.

Then the god grabbed his wife's head and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead as smooth as that marble. The god was permeating his gentle kiss to his wife when a moment later it was startled by the sound of two men who were very smothered.

"Dooor!!"

"Wooy!!"

Screeches Sol and Jejed suddenly make Dewa and Mimin jumped to decide the action they are doing.

"Besides making fun in public. Especially in front of singles like the two of us," said Sol.

"Yes, your affection has made us worse off in true incompetence" Jejed said.

"Just bother the singles," sewed the gods to his two best friends. Then he looked back at Mimin who was standing in front of him.

"Aa go to work first, honey. Assalamualaikum," God's saying.

"Waalaikum salam. Be careful, Aa, spirit!!" exclaim Mimin while clenching hands like when encouraging someone. Then kissed the back of her husband's hand.

After saying goodbye to his beautiful wife, God went to his motorcycle. Likewise with the duo gokil Sol and Jejed who also went to the motorbike. The three friends chattered for a moment before finally both drove the bike. The gods set out for the workshop to work. While Sol and Jejed went to the market to trade.

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In workshop.

As usual, God until the workshop at the beginning of time, when other employees have not come, even when the workshop has not opened. He is a disciplined employee compared to other employees.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Haji," said God to the recently arrived Pak Haji Hamid.

"Waalaikum salam" replied Haji Hamid. Then give the key to the shophouse to the god. The god received the key and deftly opened the rolling door of the two-story shophouse building.

"Sorry Mr. Haji, I can talk for a moment" said the god when they had entered the shop.

The god walked behind Haji Hamid, towards a room measuring 4x4 meters, the administrative room of the bookkeeping workshop. In the room there is a work desk and chair as well as a book cabinet to store the archives of bookkeeping, a set of sofas, and a refrigerator. This room is in addition to being used to conduct workshop administration activities, and receive special guests also serves for Hajj Hamid or Mida resting places.

"Please sit down, Wa" Haji Hamid said, landing his butt on the couch.

The gods follow Haji Hamid, taking a sitting position on the sofa exactly opposite Haji Hamid. "Thank you, Mr. Haji," he said.

"How did Wa, you feel like you're working here?" Haji Hamid opened the chat.

"Alhamdulillah, very comfortable. In fact I am very happy, Mr. Haji," replied the honest God. Because he loves automotive. Now his hobby has become his job.

"Thank God, thank God for being at home. I also want to thank you because so far your work has been very good, honest and disciplined" said Haji Hamid.

"And one more thing, since you worked here my workshop is increasingly enlivened with female customers. Listen they so often change the oil here, and want to be served you well Wa."

The gods laughed softly. "Hehehe"

"Ah, that's a coincidence Mr. Haji. I am also very grateful to Mr. Haji for accepting me to work here" he continued.

"It's no coincidence Wa, but because you're fascinating. To the extent that the same ghost was taken Haji Zaenudin."

God smiled. "Alhamdulillah, Mr. Haji. Maybe it was her boyfriend."

"When do you plan for the reception?" ask Haji Hamid.

"That's my purpose in talking to Mr. Haji. I want leave permission. Want to go home first and bring both my parents here to propose to Mina," said Dewa.

"Oh, so yeah. But sorry Wa, I can't seem to give you permission for long. Three days is enough?"

"It's okay Mr. Haji, God willing enough."

"Because I need you Wa. If you take too long a leave, loyal female customers in this workshop may run away. Hehehe..."

The gods laughed too. "Hehehe... Could I do Haji sir."

"I just wish the recipe plan was smooth. And may your marriage sakinah mawadah warahmah."

"Amen. Thank you for Haji."

"You guys are a compatible couple, you're handsome, Mimin is beautiful. It's totally compatible anyway."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Haji."

"Yes, Wa briefly," said Haji Hamid as he woke up from his seat. Then he walked to his desk, and took something from his desk drawer.

"This is Wa, your payday money" Haji Hamid said after returning to his previous seat.

"Loh, it's not not time for payroll Pak Haji."

"Yes it's okay. Afraid you need it. I've increased the money to increase the cost of your return."

"Well, thank you so much Mr. Haji."

"Yes, you're welcome."

"I'm sorry to start working."

"Yes, please."

After saying goodbye, the god left the room of Pak Haji Hamid to start his work.

Just as God was about to start his work, suddenly Mida who had just arrived at the workshop immediately approached him.

"God."

"Yes, Mida."

"This is for you" said Mida as she extended her hand carrying a paper bag.

"Is this Mida?" ask God.

"Today I bought you a shirt" replied Mida.

"Mida, I'm sorry I can't...."

"I don't like that you refuse my gift!" sahut Mida quickly, decided on the unfinished sentence of God.

"But I...."

"It's me taro in your locker huh!" break up Mida fast without wanting to be denied. Then it soon passed leaving the Gods.

This morning Mina got flowers, now I get a shirt. This is the fate of handsome and beautiful people, there is always a temptation that greets. He murmured in his heart.

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Sorry for the little ups. First lady is having compulsory combat. Fighting with mountain laundry, ironing a piece, dirty dishes a tub. So much fun anyway. Alhamdulillahot. 😁😁