Red Hooded Girl

Sol Broken Heart

Towards the magrib, the new God arrived home. He will return home much longer than usual, because from tomorrow he will take leave. God parked his bike in front of the rented yard. He took off the helmet he was wearing and put it in the rear view of the motor, then went down. Just now he was going to enter the house, when then Mimin greeted him.

"Aa, just got home?" greet Mimin.

Hearing the melodious greeting voice of her female idol, made her turn her steps toward Mimin. Although the body feels very tired and wants to immediately meet with the mattress to lay down on it, in order to break the fatigue. However, when he saw the beautiful face of his wife, immediately his tired body seemed to get additional energy. And the spirit that had dimmed due to fatigue, suddenly lit up again.

Mimin merry hands of God then salim kissed gently the back of her husband's hand.

"That's what A?" Mimin's eyes were fixed on the paper bag that was fortified by God.

"Oh, it's a shirt," replied the God straightforwardly.

"Tempo has Aa?"

"Yes eh no."

Mimin looked at God with a question mark. The God's answers are inconsistent.

"This is Mida's shirt. I'm not good at rejecting it, so I accept it. Later I can give this shirt to Sol or Jejed," explained the God clearly so as not to cause misunderstandings between them.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm in, take a shower. Oya, Aa invited Kang Rizal right?"

"Yes, ba'da magrib right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Neng Mina what do you want?"

"You nyiram plant. What do you want?"

"You nemenin Neng Mina nyiram plant."

And they also spent the afternoon with the activity of watering the plants together. Creating intimate moments in a simple activity.

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Sunday night

After the Magrib prayer congregated in the mosque, Dewa still wore a sarong and cocoa clothes. Because he will fulfill the invitation from Kang Rizal to attend his residence ba'da magrib.

While Sol was busy pecking herself in front of the mirror. There have been more than ten shirts and shirts owned by Sol scattered on the mattress. Almost all the clothes he tried, then because it felt less cool, he threw the clothes and replaced with others. So on, to make the room fuss with Sol clothes scattered in all corners of the room.

"Lo again ngpaian hek Sol, the room so messy like this," Deity reprimanded. He nodded his head to see their room in disarray.

"Gue will want to look cool Wa, on the night of the first week flanking Rahma," said Sol who was still standing in front of the mirror. Occasionally he tilts right, tilting left to ensure his perfect appearance. Perfect style Sol, although not according to others.

After spending the entire contents of his wardrobe and trying all the clothes ranging from, t-shirts, long-sleeved shirts, short-sleeved shirts, sweaters, vests, and more. Eventually the choice fell on the white color tight t-shirt as a daleman and coated black color leather jacket bandaged his body. Combined with black jeans, and men's boots. Really cool maximum appearance Sol tonight. Coupled with his mid-cut hairstyle, making his appearance look like Charlie Van Houten. Charlie cheeked chubby.

"No cool cave?" Sol throws questions to his two best friends while tidying up the collar of his jacket.

"Wear cocoa clothes and sarong aja Sol, like me," said Dewa advising.

"Apaan sih lo Wa, people want to say kok wear koko clothes the same sarong anyway, strange lo mah Wa," Sol murmured.

"Yes already, it's up to you," said the God resigned. "Well, let's go now" he continued.

"Well, where are you going Wa? You're not leaving?" ask Sol.

"Later to leave after returning from Rahma's house" explained the Lord.

"Well, how do you want to go to Rahma's house anyway Wa?! What's up?!"

"Gue also wants to go to Rahma's house, Sol," Jejed said.

"What?? What do you want to do with Rahma's house?" Sol looked at the confused two of his best friends.

"Udah Sol, change your clothes. Besides Rahma's house is close, why do you wear that jacket anyway," Jejed said.

The god searched among the cries of Sol's clothes on the mattress, then picked up a shirt he thought fit.

"Nih, you just use this, if you do not want to wear cocoa," said Dewa while handing over a light blue shirt with the motif of his choice. "Lo's cooler if you wear this" he continued.

"I'm really cool wearing this?" sol asked who was hesitant with the God's chosen shirt.

"Yes...!!" sahut Dewa and Jejed compact.

"Now some of yes. If cool people wear any shirt, it'll be cool. If people are not cool to wear clothes as cool as anything will not look cool," said Jejed.

"Lo fucked me Jed!" sol protest.

"No. My men are the same fate, Sol. Both are not cool," javelin Jejed.

"Maha." God was open to hear the honesty and confession of his best friend. Definition of self-knowing.

With great consideration, Sol finally agreed to change his top with a shirt of God's choice. Even though he was wearing jeans. Then the three of them went to Rahma's house together.

"Well, Rahma's house is very good? What's the show anyway?" Sol was astonished when he reached Rahma's courtyard, finding many fathers wearing sarongs and peci coming to the house of his girl.

"It looks like there's going to be a horror show" Jejed said.

"Emang yes want to be horrified," said the God justifies Jejed's guess.

"Assyik got our rice dong box," said Jejed cheerfully.

"Well, how do dong keep me? I wear this shirt," lamented Sol.

"Lo is wayward, said to wear clothes even ngeyel koko," murmured God.

"Udah nih, you use my peci aja, let rada deserve." God put his kiss on Sol's head. So that the gods only wear sarongs and cocoa clothes without peci.

Trio Lakotum Band has been sitting cross-legged with sweetness among the fathers of Cibening villagers who were present at this "cruel" event. Haji Zaenudin and Fahri were also present at the event. The god sits next to his beloved father-in-law Haji Zaenudin, while next to him again are Sol and Jejed. While Fahri as Ustaz sat next to Rizal, the owner of hajat.

Not long after, Rizal the owner hajat stood up to deliver a speech.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah wabarakatuh." Rizal said hello to all the guests present.

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullah wabarakatuh," sahut all compact.

"Thank you, gentlemen, for attending this Thanksgiving. This event is only a form of gratitude because my beloved sister Rahma Solihatunnisa, alhamdulilah has been brought closer to her soul mate."

And Sol smiled brightly when she heard Rizal's words.

Rahma Solihatunnisa has been brought closer to her soul mate. What does it mean is I am. Batin Sol sumringah's.

"Alhamdulillah Rahma was officially preached by the man who loved her and loved her. And God willing, the wedding will take place in two weeks. I beg her prayer may be given the smoothness and blessing for my beloved sister's wedding.

Next I leave it to Ustaz Sanusi to lead the prayer. Please Ustaz Sanusi."

Instantly Sol's bright smile faded along with her heart that was sliced away. The fiery spirit flames dimmed to death. His cheerful world turned grim. His body suddenly went limp and his head fell on Jejed's shoulder. Broken heart.

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