Respect Movement

M.A.P.P

Mr. Anwar moved from his seat. We began to disperse, strategize. I'm the most expert at this. Affan noted the steps we had to take. I explained about the prevention and implementation of ongoing corruption cases. We dissect case after case of corruption, both those who have reached the court until sentenced and those who are still in the stage of persecution. The spinning time keeps our discussion getting sharper and the exchange of insights is our habit. By noon we stopped for a few minutes. We had lunch. After lunch, I'm on Bang Rewad's phone. He said half an hour into the trial. After lunch I went back to the office.

"Where have you been?" ask Bang Rewad. "So come out for a second Bang," I replied. "We'll hear a hearing soon, make a pledoi."

I sat in front of the laptop. After making the pledoi immediately go to court. We're handling a premeditated murder case. This is the fifth trial. Our client is suspected to be the brain of this murder plot. The judge closed his hearing and the trial resumed next week. Everyone saw the trial this time. In their hearts wondered, “ Why is this trial so short?. Why was this trial delayed?. Why does this trial want to eliminate the accused?. We're out of the courtroom soon. In front of a number of reporters were waiting for us. Journalists quickly swarmed us. Mr. Enggar avoided. Then rush into the car. Our car couldn't move because it was crowded with journalists and some people we didn't know. Among them there were knocking on the glass door and the scolding showed an angry face. Security officers approached our car and blocked people from approaching. When we were about to get out of the court fence our car was pelted with stones. We got to the office.

"When I wanted to explain to my fellow journalists, but I saw that you were moving fast, you were moving too."

"i'm a reporter coming in and there's like a thug anyway and Bang Rewad gets in the car" I said.

"Tomorrow we'll be at nine, too, the file has been finalized. Maybe tomorrow's the verdict."

Mr. Umbarus just got out of town. They're solving civil cases. He brought a lot of souvenirs. We devour. I went to the store for a while. Our shop is solid. Things that come at dawn never break. I don't want to explain why it came when people were still covered. I helped my mom offer it to the buyer. I forgot that there's a son in the office who's getting married. The smallest card is the refrigerator and most household furniture. They don't bid, whatever the price is taken.

Five people bought a full dining table. And one bed. The store employee immediately delivered it. Hp rings, Sister Miysa calls. She said later tonight ask friends to see a model contest. I said yes.

The afternoon. We closed the shop. Then get back home.

Misya's sister and father were sitting in front of the house. I don't know why I came home early today.

"Tumben came home early today Well," I said.

"Yes, I wasn't feeling well anymore."

"Why, Dad"? my many.

"It's okay Lung."

"What time do we leave, brother?" my many.

"Eat the meal."

"Yes, Galung is ready first yes," I said.

After dinner I sat in front of the house. Misya is still dressed up. Before I stepped into the car I stopped for a moment. Look at the beautiful sky. Perhaps a million stars exude a romance of beauty. There is another great moon. Misya's sister surprised me.

"Send Brother," I said no matter.

"What did you see?" ask Missya.

"Is not the moon and the star always close together, so why is it that the near one does not necessarily remain the same. Let's look up there. Stars, the moon is beautiful, brother."

Misya's sister pointed her face.

"Yes Galung, it's so beautiful."

"Sister, where are we going?" reminded him.

"Oh yeah, sister almost forgot, to the contest." We're leaving soon.

"Sister, it's beautiful tonight" my god.

"Gombal" said Misya. I laugh.

"So Brother."

"Oh yeah, who was your boyfriend?"

"So this, always."

"Who Galung, brother forgot!"

"Reiny, why Brother?"

"It's okay."

"Jock again."

"I'm a gas, huh?"

I stepped on the pedal. The car is getting faster.

"Gallung, Galung, no!" exclaim Misya Kak frightened.

The face of Misya is pale. He also closed his eyes. Repeatedly reminding me to slow down the car. A few minutes later we arrived at Musenat corp.

"Sister, it's a lot of people, yes" I said.

"Yes, Galung."

"What contest is this?" my many.

"It's just for beginners."

Misya's sister met her management. There were two people carrying the manga. Management has passed. They only greeted Misya with a sweet smile. We moved places. Misya's sister met her friend.

"Misya, huh?"

"Yes, Wardah, right?"

Misya's sister embraces her friend. Misya's friend is accompanying her cousin to a modela contest. I shook hands with my cousin. He looks like Reiny, my ex. Heart's beating.

"Gallows," I said.

"Fruit" he said softly.

We sat down with Wardah's sister, while Anggerek had gone in to gather with the other contestants. Contest starts soon. Orchids are like princesses whose beauty is without flaws. Sometimes my eyes are focused on her beauty. The audience rumbled to watch the contestants in style on the caty walk. Misya talked to her friends about this contest, starting from the participants who participated in the contest and who the winner was. Kak Misya's friends certainly keep Orchids. This is the first time Orchids have come. Misya's sister is still paying attention to who she's tagged with.

There's one name that stole Misya's heart, Alesha. She's a white woman, her face looks more like the artist Irena Shaek. We watched for half an hour. However, it has not ended the contest yet. Misya pamit. Then we went home.

"Sister, was the one who participated in the contest cousin sister friend huh?" my many.

"Yes, why Galung? You like it!"

"It's not so Brother."

"Honestly, later on my brother conveyed the same Orchid," said Misya's sister teased.

"Sister, she looks like Reiny" I said spontaneously.

"What!"

"He looks like Reiny, when you don't pay attention!"

"Yes, my brother did not pay attention to him, it means you pay attention to him, but it seems not!" said Misya.

"Because, the difference is now that Reiny looks fatter, he's not being cared for."

"So you're still MAPP ne,?”

“What is MAPP Sis?”

“The Former Is A Female Poetry," said Misya.

I laughed amusedly.

We arrived home. I sat down at the dining table. Misya scolds me. Recollecting the old figure. Twelve o'clock at night, I couldn't sleep. At exactly two o'clock I was stuck in front of the television.