Tafakur Love Mualaf

Kichi's suspicions

Cock crow signifies the morning has arrived, after a night of sleep without sun. Soon it will be replaced with eyes all around. Syansa had woken up early, she was frying tempeh in the kitchen. Fiha's eyes were fixed on the neighboring tile, after turning towards the attic's emperor. The birds flew, along with the hand of Fiha, who shifted the window curtains.

"Eh Syansa, looks like she's cooking. It smells, right up to this room." Fiha's nose was throbbing, busy looking for her husband's face. Hasbi is in the kitchen, just came the real one.

"Syansa, what are you cooking?" Hasbi patted his shoulder.

"Oh Dad, surprise me. I'm cooking tempeh mixed with chicken liver." replied Syansa.

"It looks so good, you can eat now." Hasbi brought his sense of smell closer, towards the cauldron. "Truly makes Dad tasteful." Her lips shriveled, along with her nose.

"Eh cat, you want to turn away." Fiha fouled Hasbi's ears, and got a tap from Syansa.

"Oh. duh. Don't be so excited about it." Hasbi grimacing.

"Morning is treated to household drama. It's so funny this Mom and Dad." Syansa closed her mouth while laughing.

Fiha put rice in the stock, and the last one was the side dish. He plans to have lunch at the office, along with his friend Tris.

"Eh, Oma's granddaughter is cooking." Yunah was seen wiping her wet hair.

She smiled to herself, looking at her family. "I love the cohesiveness of our family. May it remain intact, and love one another."

Beautiful legs busy kicking a bottle, which had been lying on the floor. Brought here and there, what does Kichi's heart mean.

"Eh, you're like there's no work." said Syansa.

"Eat him, give me a job." replied Kichi.

"Go back to school with me yuk." Syansa offered him, with a semringah face.

"May, but in what order is the event." Kichi suspects that something is important.

"It's the wedding of Uncle Father's stepson." said Syansa.

"Oh, Brother Filda yes." Kichi Manggut-mangut, had met at the religious science assembly. She is a good woman, who often leads the study.

Already set the best taste possible, by enjoying the new pempek he bought. Suddenly he sees Umar and Aliya, who are practicing basketball on the court. Umar taught Aliya how to get the ball into the ring.

"Well, you're jealous. I told you also what, the look on your face seemed to change. If love is love, you can say no." Still blabbering, while inserting a pempek bite in his throat.

Shaken by the plastic containing the vinegar sauce, the black soy sauce looked thick. They used to eat, knowing that the food was delicious.

Finally the lesson hour struck, a stack of exercises given by the teacher. This time form a group, which really tests patience. Aliya, Umar, and Syansa are one more group.

”Bokehd I scream in annoyance, I really want to dodge. I don't want to be close to them. O Allah strengthen me, over pent-up feelings.” Inner Syansa.

The srek!

Uh, got hit by a Syansa shirt. Yes, the knife brought by Aliya. Please understand the work of the group is so busy. "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Although he knew his clothes were torn a little, but in the end said it was okay. Until Aliya started the heirloom talks, because she was indeed responsible. "Let me sew your clothes, when I get home from school."

"No need, I can sew it myself." Syansa refused quickly, as the footsteps moved away. He instead sees Kichi's group, which is busy slicing banana leaves. There are nosy menjahili his friend, with just jokes and seduction.

"Eh Kichi, what kind of creative work have you done?" ask Syansa.

"Hmmm.the creative work of platter matting." replied Kichi.

"Hmmm, maybe the result is very unique." said Syansa, as her mind imagined.

"Hopefully. What will your group do?" Answer, but also throw questions back.

Syansa berdehem, then menggedumel lirih. "Maybe a house, inside of which is coated with cardboard.

"Yes, start there." Already holding onto both shoulders of Syansa, as if she was the teacher directing her students.

"Eh Aliya, what if in it we make dolls. It's the two of us, and you're a mosquito repellent" Umar said.

"Yes, it's up to you." Choosing to give up, lazy to pacify.

"Syansa, why have you been staying away from us lately. If we're wrong, please say good." Umar looked for reproach, to know the peculiarity of his heart.

"Nothing, I just want to be alone" replied Syansa flatly.

"Well, but you and Kichi are friends." Wonder themselves.

"He's my sports partner, you want to change his position" replied Syansa again.