The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

adel asked usher ngejob.but sales beautiful ngajak street. Choose where?

Arriving at the market, the Princess and her mother were already sitting sweetly in a coffee shop near the sea fish block. His mother's stall was also neat, wrapped in tarpaulins. Both are sipping black coffee.

“Yeah, it's late, I. Sisain little, why, dek” comments Budi when approaching his sister and mother.

“Wa’alaikum salam” sahut Putri quipped. Budi gasp. He understood, he forgot the extinction if he met fellow Muslims.

“Assalamu’alaikum adek, ibu” said Budi gave his greetings. Half annoyed.

“Wa’alaikum salam” replied Princess and bu Ratih with a chuckle.

He approached and greeted his mother. He forgot to kiss her hand. Upside down with the Princess. His hands were kissed.

“Tumben mas, more afternoon?” ask Princess.

“Em, I had to make a report first. Yes, routine anyway, as usual” replied Budi.

“Oh. Every day, is that it? Rich report how is it?” ask the princess again. From the look on his face, he looked curious.

“Ya, daily performance report – days. Rich mother, for example. Suppose the target is one quintal a day. Well, until the afternoon, how much sold. What is the percentage? Then, if it is not achieved, what are the obstacles? What is the idea for breaking that barrier? What are the plans for tomorrow? That kind” replied Budi.

“Kalo at resto, how, mas?” ask the Princess again.

“Mas Budi anyway, maennya to warteg. Don't know yet if the resto” business replied Budi while laughing.

“Ish, Budi mas, uh. Asked real also”

“Yes, Budi mas also benera. Try asking mom!”

“Kok mom?” kilah ma'am Ratih.

“Kan mom once foremanin resto” development replied Budi.

“Resto what?” ask the confused Ratih.

“Restoko” reply Budi.

“Ha?”The two of them looked at each other and thought hard for a moment.

PLAQUES

“That's the stairs, mas Budi” exclaimed Putri while patting her brother's shoulder.

“Ladder?” tanya Bu Ratih did not understand.

“That's RIS, use i. The writing is also separated. Ris - shop, meaning store stairs. Clundakan” continued the Princess with an upset face.

“Hmpf. Ha ha ha ha” Budi laughed loosely, hearing his jokes hit.

“Princess, rhetoran. Not ris – shop. woo” says Princess again.

Madam Ratih laughed when she heard that joke. The princess also laughed. She did not expect, her brother would connect the word resto with ris – store.

“When, mom ever foreman people make store stairs? Weird – weird you, Bud” comments bu Ratih while laughing.

The coach offered Budi coffee, but Budi refused. Because he just had coffee. But he didn't tell me who he was drinking coffee with. The princess did not ask that either. Drinking coffee is something that is inseparable from you. So it's not unusual to go home from work too, still making coffee.

When your dreams, that's so beautiful. Never agreed, yes.

The sound of Bondan Prakoso flowed melodious from Budi's phone. Budi immediately took the phone that was in his pocket pocket.

Adel?

A pretty face with a round framed bun was plastered on her phone screen. Be smiling.

“Halo, assalamu’alaikum” sapa Budi.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Hurry home /not, Bud?” ask Adel.

“Udah, but stop by the market first"

“Oh, still on the market? Busy no?”

“Neg. I ran first, same as the Princess. Why?”

“Oh, thank God, if not disturbing. Gini, this malem has an event, no?”

“Not yet, sih” replied Budi.

“Bu, sendar malem to warehouse, no?” ask her mother.

“No, ngger. Still complete” replied Bu Ratih. I gasped at that answer. That means, today deserted buyers.

“Newly in drop, ngger. Not deserted” continued Mrs Ratih, responding to Budi's inertia.

Alhamdulillah

“It looks like, lax” said Budi answered Adel's question.

“I can ask for help?”

“What?”

“I want to ask for anter, same you”

“Oh, can. Very conceivable. From home?”

“Neg. I'll meet you at my house. Your home is not far from your home. I didn't bring a motor. I pulled it off with him”

“Temen?”

“Iya, Feni”

which “Feni is it?”

“Udah, the point is she's a girl. I want to share Lok”

“OK”

“Pamit all together ibu”

“Loh, where are you?”

“Ya regular. The fishbed cafe. But I want to get you, until kelar”

“Oh, so. Yes deh” replied Budi, understand.

“But business photos – photos with the same signature, I did not join – follow, yes. The tax is expensive” continued Budi.

“Who would want to ask for your signature, mas? GR really sih” exclaimed Princess from behind.

“Ha ha ha” Adel laughs at the Princess' joke.

“Lagian, where is the signature tax? Can you” Adel's comments.

“Ha ha ha ha. Okay deh”

“Yes, abis isya’ yes"

“Sip”

“Still. Greetings to Mother and Putri”

“Eh, Put, mom. Dapet greetings from Adel” said Budi convey.

“Wa’alaikum salam” Replied Putri and Bu Ratih.

“Tuh, I've got to takein” said Budi.

“Ha ha ha, alhamdulillah. Yes already. Yes, then later. Assalamu’alaikum”

“Wa’alaikum salam” replied Budi.

Tuut

After the phone communication was cut off, they immediately rushed to go home. The sun was almost drowned. The light has started to turn yellow.

Mrs Ratih smiled, seeing her two children scrambling to get her home. Until the mother praised them both.

Finally, Ratih decided to piggyback the Princess. With consideration, Budi still wears a uniform. Budipun relented, and allowed his sister to go first.

****

After that, Budi was well. Prepare to deliver the heart. But he was a bit hesitant about the clothes he had.

Since staying with Liza, Budi practically no longer thinks about clothes. Never to change his old clothes. Just a few pieces of clothing that he bought. Yes, from the latest, he memlih which he thinks is still appropriate to be used to accompany super star candidates.

*When your dream, that was so beautiful. Never agreed, I have*.

Cellphone's ringing. Someone asked him to make a video call. From the screen, there is a number without an identity. The photo was also not taken.

Who yeah?

Just think for a moment, is that another Adel number? If yes, is there anything?

“Halo, assalamu’alaikum” sapanya.

“Hai. Wa’alaikum salam” answer that there. A woman no less beautiful than Adel.

“Oh, you, Van? Kirain apa” says Budi.

This time, Stevani appears in a dress that makes Budi a little surprised. How not, with the clothes this afternoon, tight white shirts and long jeans, have accentuated the curves of – curves. He only wears a tank top.

A part of what he covered this afternoon in a tight t-shirt, is now clearly unprotected. Show off white skin that looks glowing exposed to the light of the room.

“Iya. I forgot your context. He he”

“Everything I confused”

“Eh, do you want to go? That's cool. Where?” ask Stevani. Budi gasp.

“Waduh, yes. I forgot Van. Well, made Deh”'s promise

“Ih, you mah. My time is forgotten?”

“Not dyedupain, but actually forgot”

“He he, yes, no papa. By –by the way, where are you going, nih?”

“That, someone asked for help, diaterin”

“Anterin doang? How cool is that outfit?”

“Keren from where? Just like this doang, cool time?”

“Yes cool, lah. Very different to know, the same you who use the work uniform”

“Masa anyway? Alhamdulillah”

“So, really, can't hang out with me?” ask Stevani.

He put his phone in a place. And he stood a little away. Seen under that tank top, there was an uncovered navel. Then he pulled out a chair. Maybe her phone's on her dresser.

When you want to sit down, what is not fully covered by the tank top, fully emblazoned from the direction of the tank top collar itself. Budi was wide for a moment, finding the unexpected sight.

“Yes, sorry Van, I promised”

“Cowok what chick?” ask Stevani again. I started to get asked about this model.

“Cgirl” reply Budi.

“Oh” short Stevani response.

“He used to be a blessing to my family. I'm not good to say, enggak” said Budi explained.

“Oh. Okay. Sorry yes, interrupted his time”

“I'm sorry, I really forgot that you were like”

“Yes, met malem week yes. Assalamu’alaikum”

“Wa’alaikum salam” replied Budi.

*Tuuut*

Cell phone line disconnected. Budi was still pensive, he still could not conclude the debate from Stevani earlier.

I can only assume Stevani was trying to tease her.

She smiles. He nodded – nods as a statement to himself, that Stevani managed to tease him.

**** >>>>>>

“Ih, spes. Bener – actually the Budi yes. Can – usually even make promises with other girls”

In his room, Stevani was annoyed by Budi. He threw his phone in bed. He looked at his own body from the reflection of the mirror.

“Crazy the Budi. I showed off full of gini, still no effect. For a second what the hell, the girl, until Budi is not tempted by me?”

He walked there – here unclear. It is seen that he does not like to hear Budi is at night walking with other women. Even if Budi says he wants to deliver it. But Stevani knows that it's the subtle language of dating.

“I still wear the slick t-shirt earlier, the Aldo mepet – mepet mulu. I opened it, in fact. Ufft”

He threw himself on the bed. A little while on your side, a little face down. Wake up, fall back in a moment.

“Bud, you don't feel, what? I like you too. From that first sight. But you're always so cute with me”

This time she smiles – smile herself. Put her right index finger on her lips, then she bites – small bites. Like an anxious man.

“I can't forget you, Bud. Every mallem it feels like I want to spend – minutes in the morning and see you again”

He smiled again. Wider and more beautiful. He also rolled – roll to there – to here.

“Tadi afternoon, I was so happy when you said that you were not dating Erika. I also let you know, when you cut your face. I thought you wanted to keep going. Ah, even pulled again. Huft”

This time it is unclear. Will he smile or will he grunt. That face sharpener changed – change in fast time.

“But I still want to hope for you, Bud. You are different from the others. You're special”

He closed his eyes. But his lips are smiling. Yes, he imagined that he was the one who was being delivered by Budi with his motorbike. Hugging Budi from behind with warmth. But yes, just a fantasy.