The Heart Attraction Club

Teledor Bilal

Fastabi exited the room after hearing the voices of his father and mother in the living room. He soon heard his name being called by his mother.

He hasn't seen his mother's father since he came home from workouts yesterday.

Plus last night he didn't leave the room at all.

" Abi! Here, here, here! Sit here!" His mother patted the sofa next to him.

Fastabi went down the stairs with a towel still on his shoulder to wipe his wet hair.

" What's wrong mom?"

" Oss! You are yes! Yesterday we waited a long time but didn't come home. Being contacted is not even lifted up"

" sthat mean?"

" Lah, that time will have been told that we will go to meet kiai"

Fastabi immediately understood his mother's intentions.

" Look at this" her mother showed a picture of a girl on her phone. Fastabi barely saw the photo.

" Why is his face like this? Is this the guy? Father and mother's choice"

Madam Muiz looked again at the photo on her phone. Eyebrows wrinkling.

" So she moves right around mom photos. How is he in this photo even gawking anyway?"

" Your mother is not an expert" said Mr. Muiz, moving the TV channel he just watched.

" If you want to take pictures you should just tell Rifa'i"

" Take this. Read with great interest! Got you I made you two with your sister last night because I thought you definitely didn't want to make it" Madam Muiz handed Fastabi a piece of paper.

" What is this?" Fastabi. Then flick his index finger to the end of the paper

" Stop meddling in my business this one ma'am right now I'm not ready to get married. Anyway I also have criteria" Fastabi gawked and left his mother.

" Fastabi! How about that anyway? Not to be thankful to have been helped. Want you to be a weathered bujang, huh? Hoh, weathered bujang! Here used to listen to this father talk" This time his father was upset with him.

Fastabi just kept quiet up the stairs. He's getting sick of it. Even his mother had followed him and had conspired with his father.

They were too involved.

It's not just Lasti they've been bullying. There are many more if they do not like although not necessarily clear.

In addition, they have also set him up with several girls of their choice before.

And they keep trying until this moment like with Siti, Siti what was her name. Siti Hajar what Siti Sarah was called. Grunts Fastabi.

When he wanted to get married, they forbade him and were too picky about son-in-laws. This time when he really wants to focus on his business is even disturbed again with things like that.

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" Mom" Call Bilal, Fastabi's youngest brother who was looking for something at a table in the corner of the room.

" Emm?" Madam Muiz said, stomping her own head. He hasn't gotten off the couch since talking to Fastabi.

" Mommy"

" Yes Bilal" "Yes, your HP is ringing"

" Please lift the ma'am" replied Mr. Muiz, who was heating his car in the garage at the time.

" Don't mind if Pak kiai called" Mrs Muiz handed the phone to her husband.

" Mommy "

" WHATAAA?!" " You love to raise this mother's blood pressure Bilal!"

Bilal. This time he showed me a piece of paper he found on the table.

" Mom, this is the memoir of Fastabi last night. Why are you still here?"

" What?"

" The memoir of the Fastabi bang that we made last night"

" A copy of it?" Asked Madame Muiz while approaching Bilal.

" Oh. Then mom gives me an empty envelope dong!" Madame Muiz is now dead.

" So that loving mother in the envelope?"

" Yes it is"

" Oh, there's my job, ma'am"

" The real one? That's why check first. But let Sarah at most read your paper. Here's the paper let me tell you to give to Pak kiai"

Bilal scratched his head.

" Mom, what did you write in Abi's life? The one given with Sarah" asked Mr. Muiz as he put his phone back on the table.

" Anu well, my college assignment" Bilal replied.

" You are Bilal. Learn carefully. This mother, too, doesn't wear everything. Mr. Kiai's ass was saying" complained Mr. Muiz.

" How is it?" Ask Bilal.

" Said pak kiai, the contents of the envelope is not your brother's life history"

Fastabi down the stairs. Mom, dad, and sister were silent. His mother even switched topics. Though at the door of the room earlier he giggled to hear the commotion caused by his sister.

The mood has started to improve so Fastabi decided to go to PT palmnya alone by using his favorite jeep.

Previously he pretended to ask his mother why there was a commotion.

" It's okay bi. Ordinary your sister is banged up for mercy. College work went nowhere"

Fastabi snorted while looking at Bilal who was crisscrossing here and there.

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Fastabi contacted Rifa'i after arriving at the destination to meet him. His friend who recently became his accomplice arrived about thirty minutes later while carrying Fastabi's onde-onde cake.

Fastabi was waiting for him on a bench under his rising palm.

" I heard you were going to be betrothed to a boarding school yesterday?" Rifa'i immediately propped him up with a question after violently closing the door of his old car.

" Issss you're this!"

" It's okay joook! It's time"

" New will be tia'arufkan" Reply Fastabi which is certainly a little upset.

" why? Don't like this one?"

" I don't know. His face I don't know"

" Then Palwina got married. I was tired of sending him greetings. Some of the children of the kades are good, where is the doctor anyway! It's good if I want to pull my teeth out. It's free" Rifa'i patted Fastabi's back.

" You've got Haji Sulai's daughter married. I'm even tired of seeing your bike parked in front of his house every time I come through here. Don't want to feel good for free "

" Idiii. I never held his hand either"

" A fear?"

Rifa'i destroyed "Haji Sulai ferocious joook! Every time Zubaidah menggapel he took part in sitting in the living room. Though every there I've bought coffee sugar, cigarettes"

" That means the code to get married"

Rifa'i nyengir " Ngudul money first. Who knows what the big ask is" "You're the one who got married. Let me with Zubai be a guest welcome"

Fastabi grunting.

" Is it still heartbroken because of Uly?"

" Haha. Can aja! Haven't met a suitable one yet"

" Is it because of Lasti?"

" Do you think?"

" yes huh? Wow, you're a bad man! Lots of pretty girls, other bahenol. Here, the wife of the man you remember! I'd say if it was an old widower or a bachelor, wouldn't want to be with him"

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