She's Wife In Dream
Saltyping Make Salting
Harjunot takes his nailed cell phone, it seems like the demon managed to provoke Harjunot. Satan if you want to jump into error must be the beginning in straight first. Once straight, Satan will try to deflect man into doing what God does not desire. Or you could say talbis deceitful demon. But again, in the Qur'an, Allah explains a lot about those who are guided. In QS. Al-Isra'17: Verse 97. (And whosoever Allah guides, he is the one who guides, and whosoever He leads astray, you will not find their helpers) In QS. Al-Baqarah 2: Verse 272. God seems to say that only He is able to give guidance, none on this earth can give guidance. The verse says (It is not your duty (Muhammad) to guide them, but Allah guides whom He wills) Then Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala also explains in Surah. Qs. Al-An'am 6: Verse 125. QS. Az-Zumar 39: Verse 41.
Slowly Harjunot began to massage the screen of his phone, one contact he pressed. Before long the vocation has been connected with the person who can bring him in good or misguided.
“What Not?”
Harjunot swallowed his saliva, what decision he took was correct. Do not let the decision, he took a very deep regret. Harjunot was afraid that it was a demonic whisper.
“Yes Allah I take refuge in You from the damned demons,” he murmured softly, but the person on the phone can hear though it is not clear.
“Bad you're Not, you called just to tell me the devil? Use all prayer, say take refuge from the damned demons. If you just want to insult me like that, you don't have to call me. Let you not be exposed to the temptations of the devil!” Cerocos from the phone, making Herjunot keep his phone away from the ear.
“You misunderstood! Where dare I say.” Harjunot paused for a moment, before speaking again. “You're a demon!” The look on the face of someone sitting in his chair was furious, as Harjonot answered. With a pause, it makes him think if Harjunot calls him a demon.
“Tell me, why did a bachelor call!” His voice sounded mocking even to the satire stage.
While Harjunot put on a flat face, because of the banter of his interlocutors.
“Hey bujang, what do you think!”
“I want to ask for his daughter's phone number, Mr. Dirut!” Harjunot closed his eyes, the shame had already spread all over his body. I don't know what Black would think.
“What?” His screams were surprised not a bitch. How could the man he knew never be familiar with the opposite sex. There was no typhoon in the afternoon, asking for his nephew's number.
“Wah Not! What's wrong with you? Not to sambar halilintar?”
Harjunot just kept quiet, he was confused as to what to answer. Black's question was no different than the police when asking the fugitive.
“Not! That's the ear still in place, right? Are you a bitch now?”
“Ah ..of course not. Actually, I just wanted to say thank you, to him!”
“Thank you? Make what? Emang Ayi, what are you saying?”
“It's okay?” Harjunot refuses to tell her what the truth is.
“Just ask your boss directly,” cetus Black.
“Don't say you don't dare! If you want to decetin his son Deketin Papanya first!” After that Black disconnected the phone.
While Harjunot cusses annoyed, useless phone fifteen minutes but a big zero result.
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Harjunot decides to call his boss, I don't know what he'll talk about.
“Assalamu'alaikum!” Hail Harjunot to the person on his cell phone.
“Wa'alaikumusalam! What's up Not?”
“Ah ..begini I just want to say thank you. To the daughter of Mr. Dirut, because it has been bother making salad!” Harjunot can't tell you what the truth is, he wants to tell you.
That thirty-three year old man. It felt bad to ask for twelve numbers from his superior. He was afraid that Heaven would be suspicious of him.
“Sure, I'll tell him later. Sorry Not, now I'm on the street so can't talk much!” Harjunot was again disappointed, that time he thought if his boss would say 'Let me send my daughter's number. It's better you say it yourself'. Harjunot seems annoyed because that day, he can not get the number he was looking for.
By Allah! Why the face that was upset after opening the message became bright like the sun that rises in the morning.
A message sending one contact on behalf of Ayi. The sender is Black, really the Black solmed with Harjunot. Black knew the heavens very well, so he knew. If Heaven won't give Arsy's number to anyone. Black feels sorry for Harjunot he can not refuse the request of his best friend.
Harjunot pressed the contact on behalf of Arsy, slowly he entered the main screen of WhatsApp there written a message. Herjunot typed send, twice after that he turned off his phone screen because Mr. Agas called him. Pak Agas middle-aged who served as the person in charge of quality control of field implementers, procedures and material quality that is absolutely perfect. In the field he pressured the foremen/subcont to do the job with perfect results. The middle-aged man seemed to want to talk to Harjunot.
“Iya Sir!” Harjunot lowered his head as a tribute to that middle-aged man.
The two men spoke long and long, not infrequently Mr. Agas warned and reprimanded the mistakes that Harjunot made. Harjunot just shuts up and listens, noting the mistakes he made in the brain so that in the future it is not wrong.
"I hope this mistake doesn't happen again." Mr. Agas patted Harjunot's shoulder slowly.
"Yes Sir! I'll take a lesson for the future."
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On the other hand the woman was waking up from her sleep, her head felt a pain of coldness thrust all over her body. The heating device has been turned on. Arsy took his cell phone that he put in a drawer. Slowly the phone screen was bright, Arsy had turned it on. He shriveled when he saw a number he did not know send him two messages.
"What a weird thing, why would anyone chat?" Arsy murmured softly, his hands began to emphasize the contact. Arsy glared as he read the message.
[Darling, saying thank you!] First message.
[Darling, I want to say hopefully get well soon!] Arsy began to open the contact profile, there the profile photo is a black Kawasaki motorcycle. Now Arsy's eyes look at the right corner which says the name of the owner of the phone.
"Harjun!" Arsy was shocked when he saw the owner of the number. Somehow he became embarrassed, remembering the message Harjunot sent.
On the other hand Harjunot is checking his phone. Harjunot opens WhatsApp app. And back to check what message he sent was answered. Harjunot stared at the two-ash tick, meaning it was likely unread. His hand opened contact on behalf of Arsy Latthif! Harjunot reads the message he sent.
The man was shocked because of the message he sent typo. He immediately deleted the message. How surprised Harjunot was when he saw the status of typing.
[I have read!] Harjunot reads the message that Arsy just sent. The man was very embarrassed and blushed due to Arsy's reply.
[Sorry dear] Harjunot sent the message in a hurry.
Harjunot read back, he immediately deleted it because of typo.
While Arsy who had read, his heart rippled because of the message that Harjunot sent.
In contrast to Harjunot who is upset because of typo. Why the phone keyboard can not be compromised.
Which he always patis far away if his heart play with the woman in his dreams.
[Call me, if typo is.] Harjunot reads the message that Arsy sent.
[So?] Harjunot is returning.
While Arsy who read him did not know what to answer. But Arsy's brain is smarter and more useful when it's urgent like that afternoon.
[So you don't need to delete messages because of typo!]
[Actually I was going to say sorry typo. Uh, the typo missed out] Harjunot sent while giving a slanted emoticon while crying.
[Hmmm! Where do you get the number from?]
[From Mr GM! Uh ...sorry disturb the sick.]
[Oh...! It's just pain not dying. So you can still chat!]
Somehow Arsy seemed fine, after replying to Harjunot. It seemed like her cold body was gone. Become a sense of comfort, either because of the heating of the room or because of chat services with a bachelor.
[Emmm! Don't talk bad. Because speech is prayer. Have a good rest!] Arsy who read the message from Harjunot he came back weak because the chat was over.
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Thank you for reading the ambiguous work of aing😊.
Your health there😘
