Sulastri's Struggle.
Chapter 27
"Being fast proposing to Tri Kak, later the hunt is taken by people, you know, from Tri Junior High that many like" Rini's advice was back to sit next to Arman.
"How to apply? Getting close is hard!" Arman's pessimist.
"What matters... Brother must be confident first, that's the key" Rini looked at Dimas who was smiling at him remember first when pdkt on his wife.
"Near to continue, do not give up, every time you are close, make sure your Brother notices him, show that you love him as sincerely, and give a sense of comfort" Rini's advice as advising friends.
"But there is but Kak, don't show that Big Brother is too nervous, just that he feels uncomfortable, continue to run away," Rini looked back at Dimas.
"Like I, for example, Ar" Dimas chuckled at Rini and pointed at her.
"Huh" Rini who said mlengos.
"Ah, rambling Rin, I pull out" Arman immediately stood up.
"Yeeee... Brother, said!" sulcan Rini, talked to even run away.
"Where are you going Ar?" tanya Dimas chased Arman forward.
"You go to campus" he said, then returned to the car to the campus.
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In the silver car, two different humans were arguing.
"Why didn't Adnan say that Arman was still there?!" sulkan Tri's. If Arman still taught at the school, he would think twice about accepting Adnan's offer. But all is running, there is no choice for Tri other than to be professional, distinguishing personal and work affairs.
"Cieee... cieee. call him no frills. Armaaan.jleb, my heart..." Adnan chuckles.
"iii... Brother! seriously iih" Tri scowled, throwing his face to the side.
"But you are happy right.. can be close to the heart? Hayo, what?" cecar Adnan smiled as he lowered his eyebrows.
"Clearned heart?! huh! Bee?!" Melengos.
"Oh yes Brother. I've heard it, Mr. Arman it's been..." Tri didn't continue the question it felt like her lips were hard to speak.
"Have not been married yet, is that what you mean?" adnan's guess is telling. Then it was picked up by Tri. Tri, although upset but curious as well.
"Alaaah... Tri... Tri. If it's still love, say love, don't tame pigeons," Adnan said.
"Au ah, replied Kak, what's the trouble, anyway?!"
"I don't think, all this time, there have been no reports to the school about Mr. Arman's marriage" Adnan glanced at a clear glance in Tri's face there was relief there.
The two of them were silent in each other's minds.
Adnan sighed. Honestly, the name Tri always painted in his heart never faded even though it was time consuming. For seven years was not a short time to love the innocent village girl beside him.
But Adnan had to accept the fact that his love clapped one hand. Adnan has tried to open his heart to others, in order to forget Tri. From a nice lady named Rara. Even to the point of getting engaged to a bad woman named Bella. But nothing could replace the name Tri in his heart.
Adnan glanced at Tri who was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed back in a heavy breath. There is no way for Adnan other than to give up Tri with Arman the teacher and lecturer who always respected Adnan. Honestly Adnan deliberately brought them together, even though his heart ached when he saw Tri near Arman. The important thing is that the girl who is loved and the teacher who is always respected is always happy.
Not feeling the car arrived in front of the housing complex, Adnan stopped the pace of the vehicle. "Master, it's up" called Adnan.But there is no answer. Adnan took off his seatbelt and approached, apparently Tri fell asleep.
"Mother Teacher.. has arrived.." Adnan's voice softly. Tri was surprised to roll his eyeballs catching Adnan smiling at him.
"Ohh.. has arrived yes, Sister" Tri blushed embarrassed, because to sleep.
"I've just got to go straight, yes, greetings to the Father and Mother" Adnan returned to his original position and then put on a seat belt.
"Other times" replied Adnan short. "Assynoltom... MS. Teacher..." Adnan broke down a smile, waving after Tri got off.
"Goddessalam..." Tri looked at Adnan's car until it turned invisible again.
"Tri immediately entered the house after saying greetings, if you are sewing the door is never closed. Miss Santi greeted her daughter with a smile.
"How did you first teach my son?" she kissed her daughter's forehead softly after Tri kissed her hand.
"Alhamdulillah, thanks to Mother's prayer, smoothly" Tri said.
"Now eat first, Ibu masakin vegetable lodeh your favorite, son" said Miss Santi.
"Thank you Mom, I'll copy the clothes first. Oh yeah, the sisters haven't come home yet, Mom?" what Tri means is Poncho and Sapto.
"Not Nak, it's normal that this afternoon the streets are jammed," replied Santi following Tri from behind. Tri went straight to the bathroom after putting the bag in the room.
"Assynoltom..."
"Waalaikumsalam.." not long after, the two Tri sisters, who were wearing blue and white-gray uniforms, who had just been asked had arrived home.
"Our whole life, you guys, we're talking about it" said Tri patting his two younger siblings on the shoulder alternately.
Lastri's three sisters went on to Junior High and High School, here. Chess is currently in college. He usually comes home at night. Because when the afternoon Catur concurrently work to maintain coffee photos on campus where Chess lectures.
That's how the Lastri family no one is ashamed of doing any work, which is important halal.
"Waah.. there's a new Master Ma'am apparently," Ponco who just put the shoes on the shelf smiling sumringah looked at her brother fixedly. Ponco is happy with teaching at least his older brother does not do too much work.
Poncho sad, and kasian, sometimes Tri wake up too early to make a cake and sleep late to finish the stitches for the sake of his sisters. Glassy poncho. If only, Ponco could replace the job it would take over, and let her brother in order to feel a little fun just playing with his peers. But there is little Ponco can do to help his older brother accompany him at night.
"Eh there, copy the clothes we keep eating! kok even bengong," Tri disperse the reverie Ponco.
"Yes Ma'am. Come on deck" Ponco with Sapto change clothes.
"Assynoltom..." Mr. Suryo put the cart on the corner of the terrace, he just returned to selling pastries sold around the complex.
"Goddessalam..."
"Mother just came home? Tri welcomes Mr. Suryo on the terrace of the house.
"Yes, son, it's over... I was willing to go home, just a little, uh once the round runs out," said Mr. Suryo happy.
"Thank God, but Father, don't be so tired" Tri, feel sorry. Actually Tri does not allow his father to sell but he insisted.
After gathering they had lunch together, including Herman, Ayu, and Indah.
"Sir, how did you first teach, no obstacle?" ask Mr. Suryo, like Santi's question earlier. After eating a conversation on the porch of the house.
"Surfing Sir, but..." Lastri did not continue his words.
"But why Son?" mr. Suryo holds Tri's shoulder.
"real... Mr. Arman, still teaching at that school sir" Lirih Tri.
Mr. Suryo raised his head quickly heard Arman said there was pain in his heart. As a parent, if the child is injured feel. There were too many wounds that were scratched into his daughter's heart by Sulis' mother.
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