The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

return or survive

Like the previous day, after praying together at the mosque, Budi busied himself by writing a job application letter. Some he has posted, to a company that used to be a vendor where he worked. Basically, Budi does not set himself to be what and what salary. The important thing is to work, there is income. Like the word is positioned in the production section also he did not refuse.

“Klung”

A short message went into Budi's phone. It was from Liza. He sent a photo, which showed that his rival at the company yesterday, was strongly rebuked. It is not clear why the man was so severely reprimanded in public.

“Si plagiarist got hit by the stone. I'm sure he helped your idea, mas”

A text message appears below it. Budi nodded – nods understand. He loves to listen to what he is negotiating with his team members. And he imitated it. Modify it a little bit, and submit it to management. As if – was purely an idea from him.

That is what makes Budi considered unable to find – small things that have the potential to be maximized. Not not not not finding, but the immature findings were, stolen.

On one hand, he was happy that the person had finally been caught. Means his chance to get back there, and gain trust, is getting bigger. But Budi was also worried. The hope that was placed on him was enormous. After getting away from Liza, she could not answer that hope properly.

“Don't letatin this golden opportunity, mas. Brother Armita has opened a road that wide. Don't waste – siain!” liza said again.

He was worried, was it that without repeating his ritual first, he could answer that great hope? Is his brain able to see – small things at work, without having to make love regularly every day?

“I'm not sure Liz” replied Budi.

“Mas, I'm not sure you, I don't just want another seatp with you. I love you so much. I don't want you to fall like this. And also yes, my saying, what you experienced first, it is natural for everyone. People who have just died are still around the house, or around the family, for up to forty days. After that, yes who died it will go to the afterlife”

“Masa? Really?”

“Try it first, baby. Things aren't strong, they're back business. Even if it cannot be a roof, it can be a side. Yes no?”

“Benna also, sih”

“It. I'm willing, overtime every mallem, to make you smart again. If necessary, I love you, which you have never tasted. Guaranteed, your brain will be brilliant”

“Hem, now even bidded”

“For you, mas. I am willing to sacrifice anything aja”

“Still yes Liz. I thinkin mateng – mateng first. In fact, if you think of mom, I really want to go back there tonight. But if you want father, suer, I'm so scared”

“Yes if you are scared, you don't need to see me. What matters is back. By mother also”

“Kalo for a year, same. Cannot cover debt ortu”

“Ya mending, lah. Than nothing at all” replied Liza.

“Why do we marry siri?” continue Liza.

“What?”

Be surprised. The idea that was thrown by her mother some time ago, now even thrown Liza herself.

“Whatever I will do for you, mas”

“Liz, thank you very much, you have always been there for me. So I feel guilty, same to you"

“Nevent gone that, mas. I'd like to do all that. Yes already, thought first mateng – mateng, yes. That abis, tell me I”

“Yes, thanks Yes Liz”

“Same – sama”

Put down the phone. He pondered long enough. But he has not yet gained the confidence of the two main options. Quite a lot down from the first choice given by Liza, but still, she was still afraid of the presence of her Father's voice.

“Adel”

Budi muttered to mention the name of the beautiful singer, when his elbow accidentally nudged the screen of his phone that was still on. And the photo of the woman who then filled the screen of her phone.

Yes, there was just a notification coming in, which tells me that Adel just added a new photo. Because of the nudge Budi, the notification immediately displays the photo in question.

Now he even smiles – smile himself. Her eyes are no longer staring at her phone. Nor did he stare at the folio paper on which he wrote his biography. Reluctantly floating, there was a beautiful woman here as well, who was able to shake her heart.

"Liza what's Adel, huh?"

For some reason, he felt he also had hope of surviving, after getting acquainted with her. Hearts that a second ago had been inclined to return to the previous company, now became worried again.

He opened a collection of photos in Adel's account. There are so many photos that Adel shared, with various kinds of activities.

"There is no cure" he commented.

The more he rolled up, photo – photo Adel actually more submerge Budi.

For a moment he forgot his life problem, forgot his job application letter. Adel's figure in a green kebaya, and her hair is bunned, looks very sexy and charming. Makes you feel like you want to have it.

“His face is kalem, the person is friendly. But the body, hem”

Budi still fun to see – see photos – photos Adel. Everything must be interesting. Especially for someone who is in love with him.

"Eh, I have to do this. Tomorrow udsh has an appointment"

Realizing that he had to finish the job application, he locked his phone. But the shadow of Adel's figure in the green kebaya, still stuck in the corner of his eye. What would happen if Adel in the green kebaya came, and accompanied him?

How long can he hold himself back from touching her? Thinking that, Budi so smile – smile yourself.

“Senyam – smile yourself. What's up to?”

A voice from behind surprised him. He turned to look towards the sound. It turned out that that person was Ratih's mother, her own mother.

“Eh, mom. No, who smiles – smiles themselves” kilah Budi.

“Ya you. Mothers are careful. Mikrin what the hell?” ask her mother again.

“Not thinking what – what, bu”

“Thinking Adel, yes?” guess mom.

“Emang beautiful, sih” continued mom bu Ratih.

“Mother, what the hell” Budi still berkilah.

“She saw you too, you know. Sampe bengong too, sama”

“That's right, really. Said mom also apa” seductive mother.

“Ah, mom. Can – usually be Godain Budi. Tickling nih” says Budi. He launched a tickle to his mother's waist.

“Aduh. Ha ha ha, yes, yes, mercy” bu Ratih laughs amusedly got tickle from his eldest son. But it wasn't long. Just joking around.

“Eh, but what mom said just now, really. Bengong you know, look at you. Mother sampe baffled”

“Why bu?”

“Ya is confused. You're taking care of the fish, yeah. The offal of all macems. The handsome man from where he tried. Sampe bengong so seeinnya” replied Mrs Ratih.

“Weh, even menggeledek, now. It's pretty, ma'am. Want to pick anything up. Tickle again, ibu”

“Eh uh, no. Amused, ngger, ticklish. Mom is not strong. Ampuun”

Mrs Ratih tried to avoid when her son launched his tickle again. But another – again, it's just for a little while.

“Request prayer yes bu” says Budi.

“Pray? You want to shoot him, ngger?” ask mother.

“Shoot him? Applying for work, bu” replied Budi.

“Ha ha ha ha ha”

Bu ratih laughed out loud – bahak, hearing the answer of his eldest son. It was so loud that the laugh, until his daughter came out of the room. He asked what was going on, laughing so hard.

Madam Ratih would answer, but her lips were closed just like Budi, using her palms. Al results, madam Ratih laughed again – bahak. In the end, Budi let his mother tell his sister.

“I mean mom, Adel's mom, the medjamsari singer?”

“Maybe. Mom just saw last”

“Mana anyway, mas. View photos”

“Kepo deh” kilah Budi.

“Ih, Budi mas. Very habit, if the same princess”

“Iya, yes. Nought. That's just ngambek” said Budi relented. He showed me the photo he saw as well.

“Iya, really. So yesterday, did you meet him? Great, can directly contact. My number is not mas?”

“Eh, uh. Want to do?” ask Budi in shock. Her sister ran to the back with her cell phone.

“Wuiiih, get his personal number again. Gokil” exclaims princess from behind.

“Well, does he have a public number?” ask Budi confused.

“There, make business job. There is IG. Tuh” replied Princess.

“Oh yes, bener” comments Budi.

“Mas Budi anyway, which is described body doang. I have his number too, I still see his picture. Meet you, dong! Don't take a photo of doang. Ouch, less sophisticated kangmasku this” comments Princess.

“Asem. The more pinter, the more heedless. Tickling nih” sulek Budi.

“Aaaaww... Ampuun”

The princess ran away from her brother's hand, which was already preparing to tickle his waist. Catch up – chase. In the end, the princess hid behind her mother's body. He only tickled her once. Sipping tea that he had not yet drunk.

“Feelings mas Budi made his tea already from earlier deh. Not cold what?” chirps princess.

“The name is also in love. Let alone cold, do not use sugar also already sweet taste” said his mother.

“Kok mom knows?” ask Budi in shock.

“Ha ha ha ha”

The princess laughed with her release, knowing her brother was caught off guard by her mother, was daydreaming while making tea. Forgetting not to add sugar to your drink. Budi just smiled shyly, being his sister's monthly – month.

“Oh yes, mas. It was eko phone. Mastiin, tomorrow Budi mas can not, replace Pak Janto?” ask Princess.

“Loh, especially Janto sir did not tell Mas Eko, yes?”

“Neighbor”

“Ya already, until yesterday, mas Budi can” replied Budi.

“OK. Princess to room first ya”

“OK”

The princess went to her room. Madam Ratih still laughed remembering their bunches earlier. Budi pretend –pura sulked, because it felt from earlier perpetuated.

He shifted the table and sat on the floor. The coach laughed again. But then the buying moved closer. He extended his hands to his head. A moment later, Budi commented softly, getting a massage on his head.

“May you quickly get a job yes, ngger” chirps bu Ratih.

Budi not to say. He still enjoys a massage on his head.

“For you to have confidence, approach the woman you like. Beautiful, she” continued Mrs Ratih.

“Yes should be beautiful. Can not lose beautiful from ibu” sahut Budi.

“Means?”

“Kalo gals Budi still lose beautiful same mother, means Budi still lost prestige from father. That can't happen”

“Hmpff. Ha ha ha ha ha. Substantial. If you are a girl, you do not want to lose”

“Ha ha ha ha”

That night, like the kompakan, Ratih and Budi did not discuss the incident at the market last afternoon. Maybe they do not want to make the princess sad, knowing her mother said – dwarfs fish in the market. Because he also loves his mother. If you have a heartache, you can be reckless too, he.