The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

madina's opinion

The princess was eating soto in the cafeteria with Madina. He did like to eat soto, but this time it was much earlier. That's because he didn't have breakfast. For the sake of her friend's loyalty to her best friend, who broke breakfast because her best friend's sister cooked her breakfast assisted by her husband.

“Put” call Madina.

“Hem”

The princess who was chewing, only gave a short speech. But his eyes looked seriously at his best friend. Waiting for a sentence that will come out of thin lips without lipstick polish.

“Yesterday I saw mas Budi the same way mbak Rika” said Madina.

“Ha? Where?” the princess was a bit surprised.

“In his recipe Tya. I also got malem” Madina replied.

The princess was confused as to what to say. It is so. He wanted to express his heart, but he knew, it would definitely offend his best friend.

“Great acceleration, looks like. Batik aja can match it” said Madina again.

“Eeem. I accidentally met there. It turns out that Rika is still the same cousin Tya”

“Oh” response Madina short.

The princess was not even sure what to say. He felt clumsy with the current stiff atmosphere.

“I'm not following you about that. Things we are good with him, it is because there are other interests also”

“Yes. I know it. But on the other hand, it looks very cool if mbak rika tuh, chasing the Budi” mas

“Ya. Let alone him. I'm his sister, I love Baper”

“I'm suspicious. Don't-don't, it's him, the mastermind of all this” said Madina, not responding to the Princess' joke.

“Hempf. Your feelings are not in court. There must be evidence, Madin. Don't you just talk!” madin commented while laughing.

“Iya, anyway. But don't know why, feeling I feel so strong, Put”

“You want to not, so my sister?” ask Princess.

Suddenly Madina was surprised, and looked at the Princess with a puzzled look. He was silent and did not answer directly.

“Ah. Huh, fix. That's jealous, his name. You like it, same Budi?” shoot Princess.

“Ha?”

For the second time Madina was shocked. He felt trapped by this situation. She wanted him to say no, but she herself was confused, why her lips could not move.

“Ha ha ha ha. I'm a woles, if you have to be your adek. For me now, the important thing is that you can come back cheerful. If mas Budi later turns out to like you, yes please make it!” princess says.

Madina smiled shyly. He covered his face with his palm. He could not hide the truth of his heart before his best friend.

“He is, Put. I think I'm a jealous” Madina said. The princess laughed when she heard it.

“They're rich yet I saw them disperse. I already really fit to know, mbak Adel owned mas Budi. And if later proved, disbanding them because of the act of Rika, until the apocalypse I will not forgive him. I will swear for life” continued Madina.

“Hei hey hey. Business has not been iklas, I did not comment. I'm the same. But do not su’udhon the same person, let alone recriminate! Danger. It's basically just feeling, again. Could have layered, Din. Horrified, ah” reprimands Princess.

“Iya, Put. Sorry, too hurt I squirm mas Luki spoiled same mbak Adel”

“The fool is in the hands of Gusti Alloh, Din. Rich said ustadz aja, easy for all our soul mate the same people we like. But if it turns out to be paired with others, it means Gusti Alloh has other plans”

“Ya, but why not rich quality instead, anyway?”

“Ha ha ha. Yeah, maybe it's a test for Adel”

“Keep, if mas Budi made the same mbak Rika, until marriage, continue to prove mbak Rika perpetrators of all this, what is also a test?”

Princesses silent.

But either way, he's been talked into accusing without evidence. He did not want to feel guilt and shame, because of the follow-up dislike of Stevani. And later proved Stevani innocent.

“Maybe” replied Short Princess. That answer made Madina frown.

“Din, we're just puppets. We cannot refuse God's will. Fir’aun aja, which has clearly deified itself, because Gusti Allh willed, still loved you, the opportunity to repent. Moreover, end-time humans like us-we” continued the Princess. Madina doesn't understand.

“Kalo emang mas Budi married equally mbak Rika, and mbak Rika really like what you said, “

“You want to say that Budi mas is the person sent by Alloh to nobatin him?” cut Madina.

“Ya” replied Short Princess.

“Ha?”

“It was also if they got married. If not? Yes, it is! What was also thought?”

“Oh. Yes too, sih”

“Udah! Abisin's people! Said to study to enter campus”

“Iya” replied Madina.

At the factory, Budi was seriously explaining his new idea to Erika. He conveyed his idea to Erika in Erika's capacity as secretary to the big boss of this factory.

In the woven path, Budi explained that land use is still wide enough to build at least one new path. Not for rattan wicker, but for the production of masks. As in Germany, he suspected the use of masks would soon surge sharply.

Erika listened seriously. He felt like he was listening to a fortune teller spelling out his predictions in the future.

That's because Budi exposes his ideas in several different grades. From medical masks, cloth masks, until he thought of making a mask similar to medical but with the quality below, to suppress the selling price. But it depends on the regulations that apply.

Hearing the word regulation, Erika was like the prettiest. There were many things regarding the legality that he had to work on, if the idea from Budi was approved by a big boss.

“Mas. Lunch together, huh? I treat. Bonus expo has come down” invite Erika.

But Budi did not answer directly. He did not pay much attention to Erika's invitation. His mind was fixed on the greeting at the beginning of the sentence.

“Hei. How about dumb?” erika Reprimand.

“Mbak Rika called me what?” ask Budi.

“Mas” Erika replied.

“Wrong, yes?” continued.

He laughed at Erika's face. It never crossed his mind, that the famous fierce Erika, would put on such a cute face.

“This I spoke in capacity as temen kamu” said Erika. Be considerate.

“Then I met my mother, it feels really rude to call you just use the name. And you call me by name, mbak. Yes, at least I do not call you also by the designation, mas” continued Erika. Be smiling widely.

“Don't make me a baper, man! Pain that yesterday has not healed, nih” comments Budi.

“How can you heal if you close yourself?” ask Erika.

Budi gasp. Very question to consider. Remember when he was in the hospital. Without a doctor, without a nurse, and without her family, how could she be cured? And now, I don't need a doctor. But healing the heart without the help of others, will be the question too, when will it heal?

“OK. Pake motor, yes?” budi said, answering the invitation to lunch earlier. Erika smiled happily.

“But don't mess up, if I let go of the baper! Again this way, even invited together” continued Budi. Erika's smile expands.

“I will not nyesel” replied Erika.

They throw each other smiles. Erika's heart is in full bloom. He smiled even though their meeting had to end because of work. He remained in place, staring at the back of Budi who passed away because he was called Aldo.

His smile can call you, sir. And you're not angry I called you that. I can't wait to be your wife. Don't take long, mom! I am willing even if half your heart still holds its name. I'll make you comfortable with me, until you're willing to take care of him.