The Fate that is Overlooked

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"Heh you!!!! "

"Well? "

"Rese is a human being, you are"

"This is not the camera, delete it"

Ajeng who shouted from afar did not undo Naufal's intention to stop the action. Only when Ajeng was really in front of him did he take off his camera just like that which hung around his neck.

"Pripun Ma'am?" With her innocent face and fearlessness, she asked. As if I had nothing wrong at all.

"Pripun said you? you took a picture of me many times, right? it's not polite to know you! " Ajeng with her eyes widened her eyes to enlarge, but even make her more funny.

"I didn't take a long picture with kok, I took a picture of a sheep, it just happened to panjenenengan there, so inevitably hit my shot right" With a sweet smile Naufal gave an excuse.

"Many reasons why, not the camera? anyway I want everything I have to get wiped out. I don't want any pictures of me in your camera." He asked for a camera from the man in front of him.

"Mom can make this? go ahead" Naufal removed the rope around his neck, gave it to Ajeng, and quickly grabbed the camera.

But?????

"Kok dead? " sanyanya.

"No, it was alive" With a stifled laugh Naufal turned his head to look at the camera Ajeng was holding. The smell of the woman's perfume permeates her sense of smell. The vanilla-flavored perfume was like teasing him to continue to be inhaled by him deeply.

The Naufal Afif Prasetyo, a tall, narrow-eyed man with two dimples on his left right cheek was a professional photographer who was full with his photography experience that did not need to be doubted his ability to shoot cameras.

At the age of 27, he is getting more mature in every way. His shoulder hair that he tied, with a black shirt wrapped around his sturdy body, and a shirt that was left open all the buttons it made his handsome face more visible... Tantalize.

"Eh, the Masnya do not mess with me, later I report to the cadus sir here yes! let it be herded together Mr. Babinsa too!! for indecent and unpleasant deeds.

Laughter of the tall man was heard, between wonder, funny, and amused mixed into one.

Astonished because in his lifetime, he had just found a woman who was all her, funny with her face that collapsed, amused by her words that did not make sense.

Swearful?

What is he doing?

Horrified very well to be called Mr. Kadus and Mr. Babinsa.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of Adzan echoing.

"Mother here? Can you tell me where there is a mosque or mosque? " Naufal changed his slenge mode to serious mode.

Yes, he is a religious man. Although his appearance like a slang man tends to be muddled, who likes to play games, but in terms of worship, he never plays around.

"What are you doing? " She asked ketus.

"Well? Ajigile ni cewe! " Naufal shook his fist.

"Sholat Ma'am, sleep time! "

He breathed a rough breath. "Down there's a right turn junction. Straight on the building to the left 3 of the road." Ajeng explained that was immediately nodded by Naufal.

"Eh where are you going? " Ajeng shouted as Naufal left. "Not said thank you" he yelled.

Naufal paused, turned his head and waved his hand, "See you later Madam ferociously" He then immediately put on his helmet and left Ajeng alone who was grumbling.

While at the Boutique, Vika was stricken with anxiety. How not, today the boutique is crowded like never before, just three with Dita and Siti overwhelmed him. Many times he tried to contact Ajeng but only answered by the operator.

"Mbak Ajeng where is it? he said for a moment" As things began to get quiet, Vika contacted him again.

"So tell me where? " Dita approaching.

"You know I don't know Dita" Vika grumbled.

Sometimes Dita indeed loadingnya not kelulungan.

"Sit, have you eaten lunch yet? Laper" Asked.

"Udah, nasi liwet Mbok Natem, later in between. "

"I pray first yes, change" Siti moved to the back.

The voice of the boutique phone was heard again, this time Vika who picked it up.

"Yes with Vika from boutique xxx" Sapanya friendly.

"Well on eating yet? " Who's the guy across there who turns out to be Ajeng.

"Yes pardon Mbak Jeng, where's the panjenengan? Tell me that" Vika began to scold him.

"I came home, Suddenly there was some sudden business" his alibi.

"Mother's healthy, right?"

"It's Mbak Jeng calling again!" Vika.

Hahahah it's a pinter" Ajeng laughed

"Yes that's it, the key is to bring you Vik. We'll meet at the boutique tomorrow"

"Yes Ma'am, OK Ma'am" Before the phone closed Vika advised, but there was no answer from across, only the sound of the phone call was interrupted.

Just as he was about to move, the phone rang again.

"Yeah Jeng, is anyone left behind? " ask.

"Where's ajeng?" The heavy voice was heard imitating.

Vika immediately understood the owner of the voice.

"Eh.. I.. Ja.. Mr Barata? "

"Ajeng where? " repeat with his cold voice.

"His phone can't be reached, I want to talk to him"

"Mas, who's calling? " The voice of the woman is caught by her ears.

"I'll call you back later"

And the connection was cut.

"Today, what's wrong with people?" Vika moved while muttering to herself.

"Why-why?" Dita who heard him speak for herself chimed in.

"Do not know akh, my sirah puyeng ngelu" he said that he did not know, his head hurt, to Dita.

"I ngelu ora, but slaughtered" Dita still chimed in with her saying that she was not dizzy but hungry.

And in reply with a tisue wrap throw by Vika.

"Ribet is a rich man who has a position" he murmured again before disappearing backwards to take ablution water.

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Naufal had just finished praying, when he had just said his greetings, his eyes accidentally saw the woman who had clashed with him. She smiles.

That stubborn girl knows the face too.

He went out to put on his shoes. For a long time he kept silent until his ears caught the female deheman behind him.

He looked up his head, to be able to see the beautiful face of Ajeng, who still looked as if he was.

"Not that piningin? cepet very" Lyrics.

"Well, am I that handyman? besides who are you, ngadu-ngadu" ketus Ajeng.

"Not so neng, usually if people again there is a problem that likes to ngadu, ngadu to make a life. let in please, the problem is yesterday, the easyin. Eneng mah that"

"Eh, nang neng, I have the name tauu. Adal call me!! And who says I have a problem and must ngaduu. Ukh really do not know that" Ajeng walked away from Naufal who was still chuckling because it managed to irritate him.

"What kind of man he can be aroused here" Berlalu while mengedumel alone.

"Now I've seen girls like him, funny, cablek, emotional, but funny! " Naufal chuckled to himself. "Such a fool, see you again"

He shook his own head, shaking off the thoughts that had suddenly come to his head.

"Why Mas? " A middle-aged man who was about to pray asked.

"Eh, mboten sir" he smiled as he said no.

"Sesengsen kaliyan Mbak Ajeng niku?" It turned out that the middle-aged man had been watching him, Guessing if Naufal was fascinated by Ajeng.

"Dang oyok mawon mas, piyantune niku, widow in sedo teng kangmase" The father still said, so he approached him, chasing because he was single, alone, alone, the widow died by her husband.

"Huh? seriously sir? pity" Naufal unconsciously spoke.

"But the swugih Mas, it was wrong" left Naufal who was raging with his own questions without caring about the man's words.

A jerk? a widow?

Is she crying because she remembers her husband?

Then he's here?

Does that man know his name?