The Amorous Two Beliefs

DON'TDON'T....

Shara clucked, as Diftha's car came into her yard. The girl then folded her hands in front of her chest, waiting for Diftha to finish parking the car, then down from the white city car.

"Not ready?" Tanya Diftha as she approached Shara.

"I think it's rough." Instead of answering Diftha's question, Shara joked a little at the man.

"Ck! The address you gave me was clear!"

"And again, paint the fence of your house quite striking," explained Diftha who immediately made Shara chuckle.

"Tumben bring a car. I think we're going to ride the bike" Shara next said as she sniffed her chin towards the Diftha car that was rarely used by the owner.

"Or don't you take Gizta with you?" Guess Shara who has quickly darted to Diftha's car, then checked the back seat.

It's blank!

"Gizta's at home with Mother Ida."

"Had gone to sleep earlier, too" said Diftha, who had approached Shara.

"Oh!"

"Mbak Ida stay means?" Ask Shara next.

"Why? Jealousy?" Temptation of Diftha that immediately made Shara sneer.

"Silly!"

"Mbak Ida already has a husband too, when you want to date," said Shara, pushing Diftha's back shoulder and making the man in front of Shara laugh.

"Mbak Ida was with her husband at home accompanying Gizta until I came home," Diftha finally said after the man stopped laughing.

"Ooh!" Shara turned her lips.

"Not being jealous, are you?" The next Goda Diftha.

"Who?" The voice pretended not to know.

"You're it!" Diftha sniffed her chin towards Shara whose face was suddenly red. Shara eventually passes to the terrace and leaves Diftha, hiding her blushing face.

"Your Father and Mother are inside?" Tanya Diftha followed Shara to the terrace, then sat on the terrace chair made of rattan.

"No!" Shara replied, shaking her head.

"But I asked permission earlier if you want to watch a jazz concert," said Shara at length.

"Where are your father and mother?" Ask Diftha again while spreading his gaze to the yard of Shara's house that is not too broad.

"In the funeral home. Your coworker is dead" Shara explained, which immediately made Diftha mutter,

"Innalillahi wa inna illaihi roji'un."

"What?" Shara frowned slightly as she only heard Diftha's murmur faintly.

"Innalillahi wa inna illaihi roji'un," uhar Diftha repeated his murmur even louder.

"Oh, yes!" Replace Shara who muttered.

"forget? Or not remember? Or do you rarely say if you hear any news of grief?" Diftha's cross that immediately made Shara shake her head. Shara was about to explain, when her phone suddenly rang.

"Short of a second, I'll pick up the phone!" Pamit Shara to Diftha who immediately nodded.

Shara then got up from her seat and slightly moved away from Diftha before picking up the phone. The girl then talked to someone for a few minutes, before coming back to Diftha.

"Have you?" Tanya Diftha was making small talk.

"What? Not gone yet," replied Shara jokingly.

"Ck! I mean who's phone already?" Diftha clarified her question as she slid her chin to Shara's phone.

"Oh."

"Already! From one of the therapy patients as well," Shara explained with a small laugh. Diftha nodded immediately.

"By the way, the concert starts at what time and we leave at what time?" The next Cecar Shara who even made Diftha again clucked.

"It's starting to be possible." Diftha looked at the watch on her wrist.

"You haven't changed from that, either" Diftha said again as he slicked his chin at Shara, who was wearing only knee-length jeans and a loose T-shirt.

"Can't you watch a concert like this?" Kekeh Shara as the girl passed into the house and left Diftha who only shook his head.

After ten minutes, Shara had come out again and was wearing a different outfit. The distinctive aroma of the perfume instantly wafted, as Shara came out. I don't know how many perfume bottles the girl had sprayed on her body.

"I said Ibuk was told to bring a jacket," Shara said as she showed her jacket to Diftha.

"It's better! Although the show is indoor," muttered Diftha finally while approaching Shara who was wearing her jacket. Diftha then slightly tidied Shara's hair, before continuing to put the hoodie on Shara's head.

Diftha then stared long enough at Shara who now had her hair covered in hoodie. Diftha is looming if Shara wears a hijab, then....

"Would you wear sunglasses and a mask too?" Shara's question immediately disperse Diftha's daydream that was imagining Shara wearing a hijab.

Geez!

"I need to wear sunglasses and a mask too?" Shara replied repeating her sentence earlier while a slight hiccup.

"No need! Would you like cosplay to be a pen*hat?" Reply Diftha while chuckling. Shara immediately punched Diftha on the shoulder.

"Let's go!" Take the next Shara who has preceded Diftha.

Diftha then half ran after Shara who had walked towards her car. Diftha was just about to open the door for Shara, when then Shara shook her head. Of course it instantly made Diftha frown confused.

"Just get the motor! Not far, is it?" Said Shara while showing the keys to the motorbike to Diftha.

"All right!" Diftha finally closed the car door again, then followed Shara who had walked towards the garage.

"Other engines use cranks, yes! Still not buying the accu," said Shara again who immediately membuay Diftha laughs lightly while shaking his head.

"It seems you have no intention of buying him accu," Diftha argued.

"There is no reason to...." Shara's sentence paused, when the sound of her motorbike had begun to sound.

"Reason for what?" Diftha asked as she looked curiously at Shara. The man had also sat on Shara's bike and was ready to leave.

"The reason for waiting for you to come home!" Shara answered while riding on the bike and following Diftha. Shara then wrapped her arms around Diftha's waist, shortly before Diftha took off the bike and left Shara's house.

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The clock was showing at ten o'clock in the evening, when Shara's motorbike driven by Diftha entered the yard of Shara's parents' second home. Diftha directly directs the motor into the garage, which is now no longer empty. There was a black car parked there. Looks like Shara's parents' second car.

"Your father and mother are home" Diftha told Shara, who was taking off her helmet.

"So should have bought martabak first," seloroh Shara who immediately made the look of Diftha's face look confused.

"Martaback?"

"That's in a warganet post, if you go to the house of the prospective in-laws you should bring martabak," said Shara replied to Diftha's confusion. The man in front of Shara immediately patted his own forehead and chuckled.

"I need to turn around and buy a martabak first?" Tanya Diftha finally responded to Shara's slorohan earlier.

"No need!" Shara patted Diftha on the back, before the girl passed by and headed straight for the terrace. Just when Diftha had just entered the terrace, Mr. Shara was out of the house.

"Just come home, Sha?" The middle-aged man made small talk to Shara while staring at Diftha who hurriedly greeted as well as kissed the back of her hand politely.

"Good night, Om!"

"Night, Dika?"

"Diftha, Sir!" Shara's correction is quick.

"Oh, Diftha!"

"I'm sorry, wrong call," said Mr. Rudi who immediately made Diftha review smile.

"It's okay, sir! Many are also wrongly called," said Diftha while chuckling.

"Thank you for taking care of Shara and driving her home" said Mr. Rudi next.

"Yes, Sir! Sorry to be home a little night" Diftha said again in a polite tone.

"It's only ten o'clock, not too late," said Mr. Rudi friendly.

"You wanna stop by first?" The next Rudi.

"No need, sir! I just go home because it's night."

"Maybe next time I stop by here," Diftha refused finally a little reasoned.

"All right!" Mr. Rudi patted Diftha's shoulder back saying goodbye and kissed the back of his hand.

"Be careful driving!" Mr. Rudi's message to Diftha who immediately nodded.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Assynnya!" Pamit Diftha who immediately made Mr. Rudi silent for a moment.

"Greetings hallaikum!" Shara answered who was standing next to Mr. Rudi.

"Greetings Walaikum," said Mr. Rudi also finally although not as loud as Shara.

Diftha's car had already sped away, as Mr. Rudi looked seriously at the princess.

"What's up, sir?" Shara asked not understanding.

"Don't do anything that God forbid, Shara!" Said Mr. Rudi before the man passed into the house, leaving Shara who was just sculpting.

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