The Ojek That's My Soul

Something is missing

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Rojali and Fatimah had not met for a week.

Because Rojali is busy with her mission.

Fatimah no longer works in the bakery.

He decided to help the ummi catering business that is increasingly known to people.

So that more orders, which certainly can no longer be handled only by the father and ummi only.

The twins are busy with their schoolwork.

Taekwondo extracurriculars, as well as occasional members of the sabeum teach in some elementary schools.

Belom again teaching tahfidz activities, as well as hadroh exercises.

The twins are often called.

Whether it's for maulid, khitanan and other events.

Their hadroh group quickly became famous not only because of the way they played the instrument in the tabuh.

But also because, Farhan who occupies vocalis, has a melodious voice and is able to hypnotize everyone who listens to it.

At the time he gave a variety of sholawat strains.

Finished the prayer isya Fatimah spread her body in an iron bed with a cotton mattress.

He stared at the 6-inch screen without blinking.

The screen is dark and black.

(Why hasn't he ever called me?)

(Is it so hard to ask for the blessing of both parents?)

The girl smiled as she shook her head.

Because the memory of his friendship with the man was flashing at a glance in his mind.

Tengil properties, a style that is as close as possible, talk as it is.

He often laughed at the man's absurd behavior.

(Did I miss the gondrong?)

Now he raises his knee up.

Until it collides with his chin.

The girl hugged both her legs.

Still smiling to myself.

He opened a photo gallery.

She is a woman who rarely selfies.

Moreover, the photo with the opposite sex, of course you will not find it in the gallery.

Unless the guy is a gondrong, who sometimes sends a picture of him who is somewhere.

It was as if he was preaching his routine and daily life.

Perhaps the man hoped Fatimah would send back her picture.

Unfortunately, that's not going to happen.

Fatimah would only send a photo, her hand composing various types of cakes and bread.

Or, just send a photo of the food he ate at lunch.

This week, he felt something was missing.

(Why is there no news now?)

(When the answer to my prayer was so clear)

(But why does this make me a bad person)

(I beg you, call me!)

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In a different location, a man with his green jacket.

Seen parking his second wheeled vehicle.

In a large house.

On the terrace some teenagers were seen welcoming him.

"Assalamu aleikum!"

Rojali gave his greetings while shaking the hands of the teenagers one by one.

"Greetings waalaikum!"

They answered in unison, someone shook hands, kissed and even hugged the gentleman.

"Gimane's word you're pade, uh,"

"healthy, healthy?"rojali asked, his Netra circulated his views one-on-one.

Towards the young men, his hands occasionally patted the shoulders of one of the teenagers dressed in a robe.

" Healthy walafiat, Bang, Alhamdulillah!"

"Abang, kemane aje, has the new lame been nongol?"

"Kirain,ude forgot ame kite-kite in here,"

Replied one of the young men, joking.

"Female soul mate dong" Rojali said as he raised his eyebrows.

Its characteristic if it is in tengil mode.

" Wueddeehh..., trus dapet no Bang?"

asked one of the youths with a dismissive tone and look.

Then he was greeted with a serious look from the other pemuds, which numbered about five people.

Rojali did not answer immediately, he was just a whining horse.

Bikin, some of the young man was giddy and almost piqued to see his expression.

"Si Abang, he asked even grinned,"

"Don't you, you're afraid Bang,trus...,"

"Abang, start crazy rowdy, eat it here so that diobatin same abi?"

said the young man who was serious with a shudder.

"Abjectly...!"

No doubt Rojali floated his net right on top of the young man's crown.

He made a sudden laugh from his friends.

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