Sacred Love Shanum

Chapter 6's

That morning Shanum had just finished his morning prayer in his room. I don't know why he felt so thirsty. He decided to get some water in the kitchen. At the same time Raihan who was used to jogging came out of his room. The goal is the same, namely taking drinking water in the kitchen to fill the drinking bottle.

She was surprised to find a woman dressed in white in the room.

"Se-se-se-taaan!" his yell.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim!" Shanum flinched in shock even barely dropping his glass.

"Where is the demon?"

"K-ka-you who?"

"I'm human, not a demon."

"You must be a thief. Quickly get out of this house before I yell and make this whole house wake up!"

"Even if I'm a thief, I'm the dumbest thief to choose the morning to steal." Shanum gulped down the glass and placed it back on the table.

"So who are you? Why are you in this house?"

"The girl who is now standing in the area in front of you is named Shanum. He was the one who tidied up yesterday and cleaned your room" explained Mbok Sumi who had just appeared in the doorway.

"I think he's a thief, last night I didn't see him at all."

"Mas Raihan's going to bed fast last night."

"Just waking up, how neat you look like this, has dawn prayers?"

"What if I haven't prayed dawn yet? It's none of your business!" ketus the eldest of the three brothers.

"We are Muslims. Five-time prayer is a mandatory worship that we must do and should not leave in any circumstances. Are you not afraid of hell?"

"God. Just woke up like you heard a lecture. You make my ears hot, "Raihan grumbled.

"Oh, hot huh? Means in your heart a lot of demons."

"Bi Sumi, where did the female model come from? It's just a maid like an ustadzah."

"This shanum includes good loh, Mas. He reminded Mas Raihan for the Fajr prayer. Mas Rehan shouldn't be so angry."

"Hufa! Even buy him again!"

Rayhan opened the refrigerator door and took out a bottle of mineral water from inside and slammed the door so hard.

"That's how it is if his heart is filled with demons. Told well and angry" Shanum grumbled.

Rayhan was reluctant to respond to the remark, he just left the kitchen.

"It looks like only Bi Sumi and Mas Adnan are sane residents of this house" Shanum said shortly after

Rayhan.

"So, the others aren't sane?" The middle-aged woman chuckled.

"Everything is fierce and rude, Bi."

"You're coming with auntie, yuk."

"Where, Bi?"

"To the market."

"Is the market open so early?"

"The market near here has been open since two in the morning."

"Well, I put you first, Bi."

Shanum moved out of the kitchen.

"What do you want to cook this morning?" shanum asked as the two set off for the market.

Bi Sumi took out a piece of paper from inside the desk drawer and thrust it at Shanum.

"Menu for a week.

Monday

Breakfast blah blah blah

Lunch bla bla bla

Dinner bla bla bla."

"So the food menu in this family has been arranged the same madam?" ask Shanum. Bi Sumi nodded her head.

"Aunta was happy, every day did not bother thinking about the menu," he said.

"The market is far away, Bi?"

"Public transport is not ten minutes away."

"Where are you going?" asked Adnan who had just come out from inside his room.

"Don't forget the market snack huh, Bi."

"Berez, Mas."

Arriving at the market.

The menu to be served this morning is beef stew. So the first place they came to was the meat stall.

"Who is this girl, Sum? Your child?" ask the kiosk owner who is close to bi Sumi.

"Oh, no. He works at Adrian's house too."

"It's not long before he's out of his job. The people in that house are all rude and fierce."

"Any human being cannot eat his neighbor, right?"

"I have a thumbs up four if you work at home."

"Already, already. How to even talk. The meat is one kilo" said bi Sumi.

"Oh yeah, it's Tuesday. I remember the menu in the big family. Not the chicken?"

"Can."

With the stall owner's attitude weigh the chicken and beef and put it in a plastic bag.

"Where else are we going, Bi?" ask Shanum

"To the fruit kiosk. The fruit that aunts must have is also not just one kind."

"Truly a unique family."

"One kilo of oranges, one kilo of apples, one kilo of pears, one kilo of oranges,

and one banana comb of ambon" said bi Sumi to the owner of the fruit stall.

"Snack and papaya for Wednesday

'can't you?" ask the kiosk owner.

"It seems that all traders in this market have memorized the menu in the Ardian Permana family," said Shanum.

"Yes, that's it."

After paying for the fruits purchased, the two then shifted to the vegetable stall.

"A kilo of spinach, broccoli, potatoes, and carrots" bi Sumi told kiosk owners.

"Yes, they have an assistant now. Usually you bring this much groceries alone."

"I'm not his assistant, ma'am. I also work at the home of Mr Adrian Permana" Shanum explained.

"I want to see how long you've been working in that house" the stall owner said.

"Whatever happens, I feel at home working there."

"Are you strong against Ardian's unruly sons?"

"Goddessa. We're shopping, Bi? Oh yes, Adnan was tipped snack market, right?"

"Oh yes. Aunt almost forgot. Fortunately you reminded. Every aunty to the market Adnan always put the snacks market."

The two also arrived at a stall that sold various types of market snacks. For some reason, Shanum's face suddenly turned sad.

"What's the matter, son?"

"This lapis cake reminds me of my late grandfather. He really likes this market."

"People say that if we remember someone who is dead, send Al-Fatiha's letter to him" said bi Sumi.

Shanum nodded in understanding.

Bi Sumi was busy choosing several types of market snacks. He did not realize that a man had been nearby and tried to put one of his hands into his shopping bag.

"Give me the wallet back or I'll break your hand!" threat Shanum's.

"What can a girl like you do?" The man chuckled.

"You're challenging me?!"

Shanum walked up to the man and grabbed one of his hands.

"How dare you look 'huh!."

The man tried to grab Shanum's hand, but the girl bit him.

"Brengseeks!" The man tried to retaliate for Shanum's attack by giving him a punch on his face. Shanum who was a little martial artist was with an attitude towards him. He instead directed one of his feet to the section ************ the man.

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