The Match is Not the Wrong Address

I say your name in my prayer

Ziya's steps came to a halt, turning his body to stare at the owner of the voice. "Sister Rio. What's to do?" ask Ziya.

"Corn Meysa. I'm aware she said," Rio replied casually.

Ziya snorted, he walked over and then grabbed the man's arm. "Not do it. Go home, sister," Ziya asked to pull Rio.

"So don't want to see Meysa first" Rio's hand over Ziya. The woman tightened her hand.

"No need. He has his handler. Come, Brother. Looking for mom. It was this malem," Ziya's whine snapped her legs. Still not letting go of his hand.

Rio could not bear the whining of his little sister. "Yes, yeah. Where is your motor?" ask her while stepping back into the parking lot.

'Campus! Where is my bike?' murmured Ziya in heart.

"Zi?" rio exclaimed again after a long time of not listening to the voice of his sister.

"Emm. That, in the house of temen. Yes, in the temen house," Ziya replied stammered.

Rio frowned. Of course it's suspicious. His eyes squinted, observing Ziya closely. "Whose clothes are you wearing?" rio asked to unlock the car. Because the distance is near.

"My clothes, sister," said Ziya entering the brother's car.

Rio sat his body in the steering chair. Wearing a seatbelt and starting to do the car slowly.

"Who? Your feelings are all men," Rio exclaimed in disbelief.

"Name's Lily. I know him sometime. Behold it! His elder brother mulu kek dora," Ziya grumbled in annoyance. He threw his eyes out the window. Rio was just blasting his lips.

Their journey felt quiet. It was not usual for Ziya to be quiet like that. "You why the hell? AN PMS? Usually nyerocos mulu." Rio was still focused on staring at the road.

"Ck! Can it be diem anyway? Make more badmood aja," exclaimed Ziya accompanied by a sharp gaze.

Arriving home, Ziya only greeted the mother in the living room directly into her room.

"What are you, Yo?" asked the gentle mother when Rio kissed the back of her hand.

"Rio didn't do anything, Mom. Maybe another PMS," said the man casually.

"Why are you back? He said he wanted to see Meysa?"

"Not so, Mom. That's a son of bontot back. Yaudah Rio to the room, ma'am. Tomorrow we have to leave in the morning. There's a meeting," Rio continued saying goodbye to his room.

Inside the white room, Ziya threw her body on the bed until it bounced several times. His body was face down, his face was perfectly immersed in the pillow.

His brain was working hard to turn the events he had just experienced. His heart beats again when he remembers the first kiss stolen by Arjuna.

Both of his legs continued to move while shouting. But his voice was still on the pillow.

"This is so good it feels. My chest is very sick. O Allah, do not let the servant love man more than my love for You" he murmured.

Remembering that he had not yet performed the isya' prayer, the girl immediately went to the bathroom to take ablution water and perform prayers.

Both of his hands raised, his tears dripped back. In prayer he kept on crying, eager to reject the feeling that resided in his heart.

"O Allah, if Sister Juna is what you wrote in my destiny, bring us closer. But if it's not my soul mate, match us. For You alone are the true owner of the heart," he lamented in his heart with a trembling body, not forgetting the heart that beats with pain every time he pronounces the name Arjuna. Tears did not escape from the two round neutrals.

The ringing of the cell phone stops its confiding session with the Creator. He ended his prayer and folded his face. Wiping away the remains of her tears was also her snot. Just raise that call.

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bambang Jun blasphemed mulu. wkwkwkwk.