The Ojek That's My Soul

A Tale of Ojol Ganteng

visual:Abang ojol handsome alias Rojali aka Ali,

Consider aja Bang Ali again ngojek yak🤗

Visual:Fate

wait in coconut ice what is fried rice about??

And then there was shadow.

Just author so do not have to worry about the conflict, 😋

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Fatimah Pov.

I lay down my body, after I finished helping ummi in the kitchen.

The twins had returned from their routine of teaching after Magrib, until Isya in the mosque.

I've eaten porridge and taken medicine.

Now is the time to stretch my stiff muscles all day.

I've been following all the events all day.

Starting from my chaotic job at the factory, the fateful accident in the locker.

With my heart I stared at my cracked screen.

Then a funny incident on the highway, which required me to push the motor, from the online motorcycle I ordered, about seven hundred meters away.

Panic after reaching home, then to the clinic, muter-muter in the market, and end with back home again.

For half a day there was a new person I didn't know, before I ordered his services through the app.

He accidentally helped me enough, joined my little family, suddenly close to the twins.

He sleeps, prays, prays and eats here.

In fact, he was just a stranger who happened to get caught up in my business.

And he who incidentally is a stranger, would help me sincerely.

His words kept ringing in my ears.

What does the word mean?

("May God bring us together again, and if that happens, then we are a match,")

What the fuck?

Where's anyone like that?

Coincidence like that mah, only in soap operas.

He must be a fan of flying fish FTV.

I also chuckled amusedly, imagining Rojali mantengin tivi.

Why does his mouth call his name?

But the angular lines of my lips were slowly drawn upwards.

I hurriedly shook my head, casting out all the shadows about the young man.

But the shadow did not go away.

Ah, she's a cranky, but how impressive is that?

(Ciee, there's already started to be sympathy)

Hey, since when do I think of men, no way!

Yeah, yeah,

The guy's hilarious, he's clasped, what he is, when he's got something.

And a shadow she wore, made me instantly twitch amusedly.

He seems to be a religious figure, and obedient to his God.

Ah, why did I find so much merit in that gondrong youth.

Should I expect to see him again, or just believe in his ideology of consecutive and matchmaking coincidences?

Ah, why should I think of him anyway?

Better get some sleep, tomorrow I have to fight back, restore my reputation in the factory.

For a few minutes I argued with my own mind.

I was soon swept away to the island of dreams.

Pov Rojali(Gallery)

Today we go home to bring a new spirit.

After living without hope, now a ray of light suddenly shines, and gives new hope for me.

I'm talking to the old motorcycle that has been faithful to accompany me.

I even gave him the name 'Crested'.

At first glance it looks like a mad man.

But I consider him my own friend.

Kite went straight home aje deh mbul, do not need to find an order.

Pegimane the state of the otong, kisut chills isn't that die nye?

I looked down where my precious heirlooms were nesting, in a humid and cold state.

Ahh, I hope you don't have a cold.

It's a shame your fate!

Given the incident earlier, I know that the girl desperately held back her laughter at the look of me.

Embarrassed?

It's definitely, though,

Just imagine the jacket tops of the subordinate sarongs, with sports shoes.

Aish, I shrug my head away the shame that's still a little imprinted.

Ah, but mao is said apes yes no, most lucky nye, soalnye heart I met bidadari soul mate mbul, make my heart ame gedebag-gedebug not koruan, apelagi kalo pas see matanye, make my heart ame, beeuhh is not strong...!

Melted the heart of the deck brother!

Haha...!!

I laughed in the middle of the vehicle.

In the cold night, he stabbed to the bone, probably because it was raining.

But, not with my heart and soul, for just remembering his smile, it warmed at once.

Ck, you can say, surely what is it that I'm crazy right mbul?

Crest, crest...,

Darling you're an inanimate object, but I love ame you.

I patted the body next to my old motorcycle, while continuing to chuckle.

Am I really crazy right now, crazy because of him?

No, I must be sane, do not let the passion and excitement defeat my common sense and faith.

Ah, Fatima...,

Will we unite like Sayyidina Ali and Fatimah Azzahra??

Should I say your name in the third tonight?

That God might meet us again by the next coincidence?

Hey, there is nothing coincidental, everything has become a provision and nothing but the will and plan of God alone.

But, can I expect it??

O Allah, your filthy servant is in love...!!

Whoohooo....!!

I also increased the speed of my vehicle on the road a bit empty, while shouting like tarzan.

I slowed down the speed of my vehicle when it entered my current residence.

Where did I live at that time?

Ah, forget it!

I'm happy with how I am now, hopefully.

I entered the simple house I bought from my own savings.

Betawi stage house dominated by teak wood.

I took a towel and then passed it to the bathroom, to clean the body from splashing puddles on the streets.

I opened the sweatshirt and holster that Farhan gave me.

Tu kenape child is not minjemin aje anyway, I am so there is alesan for kesono again.

I said only in my heart, because in the bathroom should not talk, let alone be an impromptu singer.

Then I put the laundry soap in the bathtub.

Hope the brownish stain that comes from the dirty water puddle will fade, after I soak all night.

I also performed my bathing ritual quickly, then ablution.

After being neatly dressed in a short-sleeved cocoa suit and an unclad sheath cloth, I spread my prayer mat towards the qibla.

I will complain to my Lord, heart-thieving girl.

Finished my complaint session to the Supreme Owner of hearts.

Then I poured out my body with a prayer mat, my mind was glaring.

I should have brought you into my life who,

My memory also floated on the incident five years ago, where I decided to start living independently.

Just a moment ago, when I was in the midst of the warmth, and simplicity of the Fatimah family, I missed you.

I opened the gallery to my gaze, and at once my eyes were wet, wet with longing, longing for togetherness like my teenage years, where is that warmth now??

Why is it that after I have understood more about my religion, when I have tried to get closer to my Lord, why are those I love, getting farther away?

Only to YOU will I give up everything Yes Robb...!

Assist yourself, to his figure, to his,

I hope to be happy and protect, whoever the woman who will accompany me will be.

I want to perfect my religion by carrying out my Rosul sunnah.

Would I be guilty of dreaming it?

Slowly my eyes closed, resting the inner and physical upheaval.