Red Noctah
Part 47's
When carrying Razik home, the woman enthusiastically asked about the activities of the little boy along with his father. The innocent Razik happily recounted a series of his day adventure events with his father.although still a cast of spelling, the mother of one child was quite understanding. At first glance he smiled to observe his cute son and became more familiar with his father.
If you immediately bring Razik to the room, telling the child to clean themselves like brushing teeth and washing feet continue to pray to go to the dream contest.
"Bun, my dad's ndak in here aja, bobbing our baleng, bial lame," Razik said before going to bed. When a thin smile responds to the babbling of his smart child.
"Dear razik, tomorrow if Razik wants to bust in my arms, Razik nginep in my father's place, huh?" the woman said it was as sweet a solution as possible. His hands were busy rubbing his head affectionately.
Plain Razik nodded, the boy fell asleep in his mother's cradle. Unlike when the faithful are still awake, even drowsiness has not greeted, even though the short hour hand has passed the number eleven.
When taking ablution hopes to get his inner calm. Later that fret came back to say hello. A cursory glimpse of the past and present rhymed up his brain.
At what time the woman fell asleep, she was awake for a third of the night. The woman got up from the bed, fixed Razik's blanket first, then went to the bathroom, immediately took ablution. Two rakaats he fiddled fervently pleading for good in his life.
The same thing was done by a man next door. He was also praying on a prayer mat. Wishing good for his life. Calmer, look more spacious, maybe the road is destined this way. The man silenced the prayer by reading the mushaf as a longing remedy.
The morning came so fast, the days he was busy with work, focusing on himself, Razik and also his career. Many times mama told the man to end his loneliness, but the man did not want to step into that stage yet. Still at home menjomlo, if said Alan, himself continues, alone again, until when?
That is a word his best friend often said. Alan was right, these few years never once did a Bhishma Maulana Ikhsan Kamil take his partner. The man was almost said to be an abnormal man, so anxious his friends.
Today the two friends met, just the two of them, Faro seemed to be more busy. Soon the man wants to end his bachelor, of course, busy preparing him.
"Bis, bocil didn't come? Why not just reverse it with your child? It seems you are difficult to move on, until so far widowed without a clear status."
"Hus, ngawur lo, love has its own way, maybe his soul mate and I just got here. Whoever I'm going to marry, that woman must also accept Razik, we're one package."
"Yes, it's also free marriage if you just want to be with us, but do not like the same family that is close to us. By the way, Razik's mother is rich what the hell, up to years of making you fail to move on?" chirps Alan kepo.
Bhishma smiled faintly chimed in, before replying. "She ... is an amazing strong woman. Luckily I knew him, loved him, even though he never had his heart" she replied.
Alan mangut-mangut, "Do I also know him, feelings I have never seen lo gandeng chick from since college. Mouthful centuries."
"Bonch of yourself kink very," the man quipped.
"Ah .. Yes, you like it. Oh mate .. when we are met at the right time and on the right day." The man was quick to snort.
"Sorry Mas, please don't block the way, can I pass?" A beautiful lady greeted suddenly.
"Eh, my God .. yes please, sorry Ma'am," replied Alan clumsy. They were relaxing in a cafe after returning home from work.
"Woi wink ... look at girls until they forget me," said Bisma bobbing her head.
"Bis, could this be at the right time and at the right time" the man said without breaking his eyes.
At first glance the man looked straight ahead following the direction of the man next to him. The man was shocked by the presence of someone sitting with a laptop on his desk. There are some books, it appears the woman who hit Alan to meet him.
"Nabila," the woman said her name while welcoming Meena's hand. "I've read the messages sent to my email. Earlier I was very grateful, for your enthusiasm, but ..may my name remain uninvolved. Quite my famous book, I'm behind it." Nabila does not want himself exposed to many people.
Meena smiled, "Of course, for the sake of convenience it includes the realm of privacy." They talk quite seriously, to the advertising market products, would certainly hook a large company to get a container there.
"Let us work, Ma'am, the important thing is we have agreed, but we will often need you to occasionally come monitor the course of the story, during the filming later." When nodding.
"This is an open invitation dinner, we invite all related and cooperate in it." Before leaving, Meena thrusts an acacia paper on her desk. Meena shook hands and left the location.
The woman had just shifted the chair about to move, when someone quickly approached.
"Assalamu'alaikum ... When!" hello Alan took a seat right in front of him.
"Waalaikumsalam .. eh Alan?" the thrill is quite surprised by the famous absurd man from the past.
"Who was that woman? I kepo?" ask Alan without further ado.
"Owh .. he ... his name is sister Meena, we also just know, so do not know exactly about him, why? Are you here alone?" When you look around. The netraya found the father of his son not far away sitting alone at the table sebrang.
"Tuh .. same bestie, true singles." Alan sniggered to himself. When we chimed in with a smile.
"Yuk tube, we also just came to eat pesen, join ya?"
When glancing at the glance, which glimpsed remained unresponsive, the man was still busy with his cell phone. Could it be that the man had not seen himself like Alan.
"Can?" answer when you agree. The woman moved seats, joining Alan and Bhishma's table.
A few seconds When you've been sitting there, Bhishma is still not aware or deliberately. Until the woman takes the initiative herself.
"Hi, Bim ... !" the sap was suddenly clumsy. A person who had been missing for weeks without any news, was now in front of his eyes so cold. Even N when I realized that.
"Hi, when, here too?" her tanya was calm, a faint smile adorning her face, yet never did the man look at her. Only Alan looked excited in the chat.
"What message?"
"Chicken beef steak," exclaimed Bisma and when compact.
"Cie .. together," ledek Alan smiled. "Drink?"
"Nutella chocolate," choor they both made Alan exclaim seductively.
"Oh my goodness .. choose a mate's food, you guys make me happy!" chirps Alan chuckles.
