The Ojek That's My Soul

Drama is not as sweet as reality

💞Fall ask not just because of the beat.

Not just because of the vibration.

For an intoxicating love will blind the conscience.

Falling in love because you want to complete.

True love is love that does not make you forget.

To The Most Love.

💞

***~~~***

Fatimah held her head with both hands.

"Duh, why are the legs so nervous gini try? "

"It's also the heart, can you calm down? "

Fatimah closed her eyes and touched both of her cheeks with both of her palms.

He opened both his eyes.

He smiled, and a pink tinge was created.

"Si tengil, why suddenly so cementawan it anyway? "

"Kan, so make me confused to act, "

he murmured while slapping slowly both cheeks, with his eyes briefly crashing slightly sticky.

It had been a while since he had calmed himself down in front of the sink.

Many times Fatimah did the breathing.

Exhales

Inhalants

In order to control his irregular heartbeat and heartbeat since.

"Huff..., "

After sighing for the umpteenth time.

Finally, he decided to come out with a calmer heart.

(Strust me, O God, lest I pass out if.).

(Ahh, what is it?)

(May I not be disappointed)

His feet stopped stepping.

When he saw the man was so dazzling even from afar.

(So your point of view, Fatimah)

He tapped his head with a fist.

Hoping to stop thinking about the real thing.

Rojali tidied up his seat, when he saw the girl who had made him restless approaching.

(Lho, is he smiling?)

(Not that?)

Ahh, it's like being watered by water straight from the mountains.

Nyes, in the heart.

Reawakening the despair that had withered a moment ago.

"Sorry, yeah Bang, "

"Fatimah lama, because it's a bit queued, "

he said to give an explanation, with a reason that is certainly only fictitious.

"Selow aje si, "

"Tu, nye ude pade food get together at the cocol, "

rojali said with a smile that seduced faith.

(I'm horrified, Bang, if you smile like that)

(Ngeri, jatoh..,).

Fatimah tried to hide her smile.

But she is also a woman.

As long as they were together and all that this man had done before him.

Carrying its own meaning in his heart.

A heart that's been locked tightly to the men out there all along.

Now began to be touched by all the attitudes and sincere treatment of the man who had saved his honor some time ago.

He realized that this masculine man had kept his taste in him ever since his hospital meeting.

Only he did not want to be that easy to open his heart.

She is not a woman who falls in love easily.

Not a woman who is easy to see, easy baper.

But somehow, every treatment from this man was able to make him bristled and happy.

They eat without sound only the clang of a spoon that collides with the plate.

Every now and then Rojali steals a glance at this sweet girl before him.

They finally finished eating.

"Daddy, "

rojali said as if he wanted to tell you something.

"Eh, yes, why Bang? "

fatimah suddenly tense.

"You know, that's, that's, "

rojali is ambiguous.

ask Fatimah curiously.

"There's leftovers, nempel at the end, the end of your lips, "

said Rojali tergugu while pointing doubtfully.

Fatimah hastily took up tisue.

"Em is still there, Dek, "

rojali said while pulling the tissue from the box.

"here, let..., "

Rojali was about to raise his hand.

"Eh, don't go, Bang, "

reject Fatimah.

"Let me just, "his smile as he reached into his bag and took out an oval-shaped mirror.

Then he wiped the corner of his lips that had a coconut milk stain.

(Haish, fail again, in the second scene)

(It turns out drama is not as sweet as reality)

Rojali again pulled his hand and finally the tissue was tipped as a sweat dryer on his temple.

Rojali is preparing.

He straightened his back and looked at the girl who had a small dimple on her cheek.

Putting his two hands together on the table.

Rojali opened her voice.

"Sir, actually...,"

"Someone wants to, 'Bring bullshit to you, "

Rojali said still with nervousness that he was trying to cover up desperately.

By trying to accents as cool as possible.

"Eh, yes, "

"What's that talking about, Bang? "

"There's no more pressure, right? "

ask Fatimah in a calm tone as possible.

Even though his legs have tingled so tense.

In fact, Fatimah could not even move her thumb.

The ones covered in socks.

"Em, supress anyway, no, "

"But, I hope you're not surprised, because this all seems a bit fast, "

"But this is for the sake of looking after you, looking after us, "

rojali said straightforwardly and firmly.

Fatimah just put on her smile, making the man even more clumsy.

In fact, the girl did not know what to say, so she was just waiting for the continuation.

"Abang..., "

"ALLAHU AKBAR'S... ALLAHU AKBAR...! "

Not yet had Rojali continue his sentence, the voice of adzan magrib had reverberated.

"We look for musholla first, yuk, "

invite Fatimah, while standing up from the chair she was sitting in.

And, Rojali also had to give up the words that had been arranged.

Back swallowed into the cavity of his vocal cords.

"It looks like at the end of the street there's a mosque,

Deck, "

"We're just going there, "

"Because of the small cafe kayak gini belom there is certainly a muslim, "

rojali said, then called the maid to ask for a bill.

After giving some red paper.

They both passed, together.

"We go, Dek, "

"Let the Crest here, "

rojali's suggestion while looking towards Fatimah.

And he saw the girl nodding without looking.

The orange rays from the twilight displayed a silhouette of the girl's face that looked from the side.

Brushed,

For the umpteenth time.

They keep walking.

Rojali reviewed the astonished smile on her face.

(Hopefully, that beauty will only be mine. )

A series of prayers in Rojali's heart after the Adhan stopped.

Because one of the mustajab times to pray, is between the adhan and iqamah.

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