The Ojek That's My Soul

Bro what's the boss???

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After doing the fight scene with beautiful movements like a dance, but powerful and meaningful.

The man with the red curtain as if defeated, then allowed the group of besan to enter the room that has been prepared.

The front yard has been installed a simple tent but impressed beautifully with ivory white color and lace accents and live flower decoration.

Some seats are lined with white lace, arranged neatly for the guests brought by Rojali's entourage, the bridegroom.

On the terrace of the house Fatimah which is not too broad, has also been arranged in such a way.

There is a long table and six chairs.

Four seats face to face for the bride and groom, the head and the marriage guardian.

Also two seats on the right and left for each marriage witness from both sides.

White dominates all rooms.

It looks simple but effective.

Fragrant flowers jasmine and chrysanthemum removing semerbak.

Entering the sense of smell makes the heart of anyone happy and happy.

Mirna was amazed by the WO party in her lease.

Making this simplicity impressed stunning but not excessive.

Juggling this simple little house is so beautiful, so it becomes a historic place that will be remembered for life by all parties involved.

Especially by both the family and the bride.

Mirna accidentally saw the figure of a dashing man beside the son.

Since then his eyes have been around.

Until now he realized there was a figure he knew was beside his son.

But what is it?

Mirna wonder how Rojali knew her?

Because if he doesn't recognize the man wrong is...

"Bang, move ahead there gih!"

exclaim Mirna told Rojali to move to the table where ijab qobul later.

"Later aja Mah, kalo pak pengulunya already come"

"Another need to be picked up by my brother,"

"So she leaked her motorcycle tyre, halfway through,"

rojali to the Mama.

"Innalallahi, O God!"

"Hopefully you don't get obstacles, yeah,"

mirna said expectantly.

"Aamiin,iya Mama just calm down, the management brought the car kok, the chat barn he said he had met the predecessor, just want the nitipin motor first to the nearest workshop to be safe,"

obviously Rojali calmed the worried looking mama.

"Thank God, we must be patient, especially you Bang,"

said Mirna while stroking the hand of the son who was sweating coldly.

"Ah, Mama know if you're impatient,"

rojali's joke with a hint of ruckus covered all her nervousness.

"Ih, the style is impatient, even though the groggy half lives right, your hands are cold gini,"

ledek Mirna while grasping Rojali's cold and slightly trembling palm.

"Quiet, Bro take a breath,"

Whisper of the man next to Rojali.

"You're both in the room and you've already lost later groutya,hehehe..."

casually making Rojali's shady eyes momentarily squinted towards this man next to her.

"It's an experience,"

ledek Rojali turned to the handsome widower.

"Sue, because of my check!"

the man also looked away from his face, because his status had been accidentally revealed.

"The word!"

The one who was called looked at.

"Eh, yeah...!"

the man named Firman then stood up and approached the woman who called him.

"Lho, is this really Mirna's mother?"

"O Allah, I'm sorry Mom, I don't know the truth, I just wanted a negur yes afraid of wrong Mom, the reason is that Miss Mirna I know right...?"

said the man full of regret and condolence, while shaking Mirna's hand.

"Yes, I've also just said that this is really you,"

"Yes, gapapa, doain me yes let istiqomah,"

said Mirna then put a smile on her thin lips.

"Aamiin, Mom, you're becoming more beautiful, 'cause I'm already a gini,"

"Eh, Boss!dare to tempt my mother,gue cancel our cooperation,"

rojali said by putting on his fierce face.

"Ealah, Bro..selow,gue just gave this spirit, to my Boss Ma'am,"

"Eh, but if Bu Mirna's my boss, then you...?"

said Firman with his confused face looking alternately towards Mirna and Rojali.

So even with Rojali and Mirna they are also confused with their respective thoughts.

"Firman is the manager at the cianjur branch resto, Mama's resto that has only started in the last two years," he explained to the son who was constantly wiping the sweat that flowed in his temple.

"How do you know my son, Man?"ask Mirna to the handsome man who dashing but never failed in his marriage.

" Rojali is one of the lobster suppliers at our restaurant Bu,"

"I can't believe he's Miss Mirna's son,"

"Sorry Mom, I'm sorry Bro, eh_"

he said clumsy after knowing who this friend and business partner was.

"Selow, boss, don't change your view of me,"

"We're partners, right?"said the bride-to-be while patting the Word softly.

" It just so happens, God,"

"So, Mama's restaurant business partner is none other than the heir's son,"

"Allahu Akbar!"mirna exclaimed as she wiped her tears and lowered her head.

" Mom, this is the power of God,"

"God guides your steps, so that we are indirectly connected,"

"Yes, Bu, Rojali's business is now again advancing rapidly, has begun to export abroad he,"

"It turns out his greatness and foresight saw the market share, down from the mother apparently," praise Firman amazed the two people in front of him.

One is the boss of the restaurant where he works, and one is a business partner of the restaurant.

Which turned out to be the son of the owner of the restaurant where he scavenged for sustenance.

Life is a mystery and destiny is unreadable.

"We'll talk about this again later, please don't tell this to Jihan, please,"

"Let him be earnest with his education,"

"Because Mama prepared this business for her, while the Mama center resto leave it to Abang later,"

"Please, don't argue!"

"You can check later, that all your efforts are free from RIBA insyaallah,"

mirna pleaded solemnly to the son.

Rojali was at a loss for words, his eyes were no longer even strong enough to hold the line.

He resigned, and let it flow expressing happiness and gratitude for the wonderful reality God had for his family.

The mother has received God's guidance from when.

He could only reach the now perfectly closed body into his arms.

Jihan is seen coming out from the inside while clinging to the bride.

Who wore a white wedding dress that sparkled because of the reflection of the light of the lights.

He led his future sister-in-law to sit down.

Tidying up her fluffy lower dress and long sweeping the floor.

Then he saw his brother hugging his mother.

Jihan said goodbye to leave Fatimah to get to her brother.

"I live for a while, you want to call Abang here," he said to the prospective beautiful sister-in-law.

Fatimah just nodded with a smile.

His chest pounded as he looked at the atmosphere on the porch and courtyard of his house.

The happiness was soaring, it radiated until the warmth filled his chest cavity.

" Bang_Ma_" Jihan said slowly when she was close to her two favorite people.

"That's it, hugs don't bother me,"

jihan protests while crossing and manyuning.

Mirna and Rojali turned and laughed.

Word immediately withdrew back to his chair, after previously saying goodbye by lowering his head a little.

(Aje gile!why would the son of the sultan want to live hard to be a motorcycle taxi?)

(Even starting a business from zero?)

A family full of mystery.

Maybe that's what's now on the mind of the 35-year-old cool widower.

Thank you to my loyal readers, that motorcycle taxi is my soul mate.

Be assured that the one who goes let him go, there will be a time when the substitute will come.

As the saying:

One dead grows a thousand.

Dear all of youaaahhh💋💋💋