The Ojek That's My Soul

Pick up at the bakery

💦Stay doing good without hoping for a good reply.

Stay a sincere person.

Don't give up on your patience.

It will all be sweet later.

💦

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*Still flashback*

Jihan contacted him again, while Rojali was on the road.

Incidentally, he was not carrying customers or goods.

Rojali was looking for a shady place and away from the hustle and bustle of traffic.

Rojali stood under a large tree.

Shady and shady.

Protect him from the sharp glare of the morning sun by noon.

Rojali returned to dial the call of Jihan that had been cut off just now.

Tuber

📱"Assalamu aleikum, "

there was a voice shaking a woman across there.

📱"Abang? "

mama Mirna smothers her mouth withholding the stuffing that will come out.

📱"Wa, aleikum, greetings, Ma..., "

Rojali clenched his jaws, holding something back and ready to explode.

Silence, none of the two spoke.

Looks like the two humans who have a blood relationship as a mother and child.

They are mastering their emotional deposits.

A longing that creates shortness makes the breath seem choked.

Until the sound is unable to be spoken by the tongue that immediately mute.

Rojali just closed his eyes, holding his chest with one hand.

He tried to neutralize the air that felt difficult to fill his lungs.

And across there.

A mother who misses her child.

Mirna, he kept smothering his mouth with tears streaming down his cheeks.

With a faithful daughter embracing him from the side.

They are trying to get away from far away.

Situations that increase air pressure to squeeze the chest.

When they had to hide, until now they were both in the bathroom of a shopping center.

📱"Mama, how are you? "

Rojali decided to start their conversation first.

After he managed to control the longing overflow that almost exploded.

📱"Mama, fine, Brother how? "

"Sorry, Mama...! "

Mirna is back.

📱"Ang the champ, Ma, "

"Don't worry about you, brother, "

Rojali paused his words for a moment, in order to resupply the air supply that stuck his throat.

📱"Em, Ma..., "

"Abang, ask permission, "

"Abang.., would propose to a woman, Ma, "

continued Rojali.

📱"God willing, Brother, "

"Alhamdulillah, "

"We should meet? "

said Mirna with sparkling eyes, because in addition to ending her longing with her only golek son.

He will also meet his son-in-law.

For a long time he wanted his son to let go of his bachelor.

By finding the heart and heart .

Over there Rojali rubbed his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

My mom was very enthusiastic and supported him.

📱"Ready, Ma, see you soon, "

"Later Set it again, "

"Greet kinoy yes, Ma, "

After greeting each other the cellular connection was finally cut off.

Disconnected, to connect something that has been cut a few years distance.

The distance created by violence and selfishness of the heart.

Soon knit the love and blood ties that had been torn.

Will be fused and returned intact.

I hope that.

*Flashback of*

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Rojali had now arrived in front of the bakery.

The place where Fatimah worked as a cashier, for the past two months.

He, waiting in the parking lot, like the usual day he picked up the girl of his puja.

Soon it will be the return hour and the closing time of the shop.

He intends to take Fatimah to eat at a cafe.

Once in a while, eat at a prestigious place.

Moreover, want to reveal the heart.

Who knows, we can open our hearts,

which is locked for a long time.

Under the beautiful lush nusa flower tree.

He looked at the girl who was coming out.

It was nothing, but his heart and heart were about to jump out of his body.

The air around him suddenly thinned.

Makes his lungs look like they're blooming.

(Why be dag dig der gini dah,)

(Where to use gemeter all )

Rojali breathed a lot of air.

Filled his chest cavity with oxygen.

"dude? "

Fatimah greeted while staring in wonder.

Then he scanned the appearance of the man who had always been there when he was slumped and weak.

"Rapi really, want some connexion? "

fatimah asked as she frowned.

(Ish, this chick, I neatly gini for her sake too)

(He thinks he wants to be)

"Eh, no, just want a meeting, "

answer Rojali keki as he passed towards his parked motorbike.

As for that insensitive girl, just round her mouth.

To form the letter "O".

(Where is , this cool?)

(Kok, is he really happy today?

Fragrant again)

Fatimah who had been riding in the back seat, still knitted her eyebrows.

But his mouth refused to ask.

In fact, there were so many questions in his mind right now.

Related to the appearance of Rojali which is usually whiny and shabby.

Now it's so stylish, fashionable, and fragrant.

(What's the meeting you want?)

(Kok style, like people want a photo shot?)

"Daddy, "

call Rojali up to three times, then there are words from passengers sepesialnya this.

"Ah, uh,"

"Why, Bang? "