Sincerity of Love JONATHAN

44. Like something is missing

Early coming, Fahmi did not taste at all to eat or drink. The purpose of coming to the party is not that.

But now everything seems to change. Perhaps, Fahmi was the single most greedy person at the party. Almost all the food he put in the stomach.

From the heavy, to the light. From salty, sweet, spicy to sour. And so is the drink.

However, only Indonesian food. Not with Korea. Because he was worried that the food contained pork which is certainly haram for Muslims.

"Sir .. yuk already, go home. It's late in the afternoon" Naya asked as she grimaced amusedly, looking at Fahmi who was still eating. His mouth was so full that it was hard to chew. Right now, he is eating somay.

"Later. I still want to try the fried rice," replied Fahmi refused to go home.

"Fried rice?!" Naya was surprised. Not because of the fried rice, but because Fahmi still wants to eat, while many have entered his stomach. "Don't Brother already eat the main menu here, huh? Continue meatballs, satay, seblak, rujak, and ...." Naya hung up her words, thinking what other menu had entered the man's mouth. But because of the number, he forgot. "The point is a lot. Not full, what?"

"The real thing." Fahmi swallowed his somay quickly, then downed the orange ice on the table. "But you said to yourself that you were ashamed to take home. So I'll just eat here."

"Yes but not all the menu is eaten too, brother. Overeating is not allowed in Islam. I also saw it," said Naya.

"What do you know about religion?!" hardik Fahmi looked angry. Indeed, he is the type of person who really does not like to be advised, whoever he is. Even his parents once. "My religion and your religious knowledge are much higher than mine, Nay! I graduated Cairo! And you most graduate High School, or maybe Junior High School? Surely you also have never studied religion in the boarding school, right?"

"So it's not clear, anyway." Naya looked offended. The initial intention of wanting to advise is precisely he who is insulted. "Cok being insulting me like this? Nyesel me if this is how to be invited. I was dying to refuse."

Feeling annoyed, Naya stood up. But when his foot stepped, Fahmi immediately blocked his hand.

"Where are you going?!" ask her with glaring eyes.

"I want to go home!" Naya brushed off Fahmi's hand, but again the man blocked her and this time it was quite loud.

"We're together, and we have to go home!" fahmi gritted her teeth.

"Yes, go home now, sister," said Naya, grimacing in pain. He also tried to let go of Fahmi's hand.

"My words later too. You're deaf or budeg, anyway?" snapped Fahmi and slowly let go of Naya's hand, then gazed towards the place where the fried rice was. "You wait here, don't go home. I want to eat fried rice and drink coconut ice." After saying that, Fahmi then passed away leaving Naya, to the place of fried rice.

Naya retreated her body a few steps, but the glare of her eyes was still on Fahmi. Just in case the man doesn't hold him back if he finds out he's going to run away.

"Kukira ..he is the perfect guy as shown on his social media accounts. But in fact .. his behavior is very bad. Even very rude and likes to insult people."

Naya and Fahmi had only known one month from Insta*gram, and only today did they meet.

After feeling quite safe according to him, Naya immediately ran out of there.

But when he got out of the gate, Naya suddenly hit someone. Until making his sling bag that happened to open it immediately fell and pulled out all the contents inside.

Bruk!!

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean it, Miss." A man he had run over and that person was Ustad Yunus. The man came intending to be.

Ustad Yunus immediately crouched down, and helped Naya who had already crouched down to pick up some objects scattered on the ground. The girl also looked very hurried. Because they are afraid that Fahmi knows that he intends to go home first.

"I'm sorry once again, I didn't mean it, Miss," Ustad Yunus said with a bad feeling. But actually he was not wrong, because Naya did hit him from the beginning.

"Mother is not wrong. It's okay," Naya replied, her eyes still focused on looking down. Look for things that are not in the bag.

"What's up, Miss? Did Miss lose something?" asked Ustad Jonah who was watching Naya in confusion. But the girl herself had not looked at him since, she was still busy staring at her own bag.

"Yes, Sir. Looks like something's missing."

Powder, lipstick, wet tissue, dry tissue, glass, wallet and hape are all there. But there seems to be one thing that doesn't exist.

"What's missing? But there's nothing here." Ustad Jonah finally went looking down, but there was nothing there.

"My lost Suvenir, sir," said Naya who had just remembered, if the thing did not exist. And he also only realized that his bag had been open since, even though after putting a souvenir—he immediately closed the zipper. "Duh .. when quite a souvenir, sir. And I just got a souvenir that good for the first time. But it's gone, instead" he added, which looked sad. Given the amount also that if sold how much. 1 million for a sovenir is fantastic according to him.