The Ojek That's My Soul

Beautiful destiny

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Ummi Khadijah was seen frowning when he saw the princess who was messing around by herself since entering and now coming out of the bathroom.

"Mi, I woke up Brother first yes,"

"Later, I will help you cook the breakfast" said Fatimah beside ummi who was pouring water into the flask.

"Eh, no, this is Ummi just cooking water doang,"

"You've got your husband, rest in the room,"

"Breakfast can buy," said the middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful in her golden age.

Fatimah nodded with a smile.

"Oh yes, brother, you are still an impossibility, right?tanya ummi stared at Fatimah.

" Yes, Mi, maybe about two more days are clean" replied Fatimah

"Oh, yes, Ummi apologise yes, I've been thinking no,"

"Sampek forgot if you again come to the moon," said Ummi while staring at Fatimah sayu.

"Emang Ummi thinks what's hayoo?"ledek Fatimah while laughing.

"Dah, brother wants to go to the room first, brother even bad luck at dawn."

Then it passed.

Ummi stared at his son's agony with anxiety.

Arriving in the room Fatimah saw the husband sitting next to the bed with a towel and holding a change of clothes.

"Battle down, wait in the room."

After saying a meaningful message, the shoulder-length haired man passed from before Fatimah.

The woman could only be stunned.He hugged his own body with his left hand.

His right hand held his chin.

For a few minutes Fatimah paced in the room.

While looking at every corner of the house looking for materials to divert the situation later.

He tapped his index finger to the front of his forehead hoping to melt the idea that froze there.At first glance his eyes saw a pile of gifts and parcels in one corner of the room.

And, that smile also rose creating an arch on her sweet lips.

Throughout the gift opening session, Rojali just put on a grim face.

While the beautiful woman wearing the sleeping pajamas had already screeched in excitement several times.

"Yeah...!"

"Liat deh Bang, here's a nice delivery from mama!"

pekik Fatimah lifted one by one the things scattered on the mattress.

"That's funny, God willing,"

"I belom once had things this good,"he said this time with a sad face.

" Alhamdulillah,dong_it's a fortune Adek,"

"Now, open the one from your handsome husband," Rojali seduced by lowering the thick black sheet.

"Good all Bang, Adek sukaa...!"

"It's a stove two furnaces from Nur, the same mejikom from Sumi, let's make it here aja Bang,"

pinta Fatimah after putting the furniture under the mattress.

While Sumi and Aji were ready to return to the city of S this morning after breakfast.

"Yes, at home you will have complete furniture, even though all the old stuff,"

rojali said with a grimace.

"What matters is still useful,"

fatimah said with a smile that washed away.

They both spent the morning laughing.

There are only things that can be the ingredients of their jokes.

After breakfast, I went back to the room.

Don't think they'll make out.

Because this afternoon also Rojali will bring Fatimah to his house.

Therefore Rojali helped Fatimah prepare anything that will be brought later.

In the interlude of packing clothes into a small suitcase, Fatimah asked about the man introduced by Nur yesterday.

"His name is Firman, a widower without children, working as a restaurant manager in the area of cisarua,"

"He is also one of Abang's customers, during this time we send the results of the pond to his restaurant,"

"And, it turns out that he is one of my mother's best employees," Rojali explained as she tidied up the boy's hair that fell onto the pink cheeks.

Now they sit face to face on a soft bed.

" That means, she works at Mama Mirna's restaurant?"

"Lalu_Abang indirectly cooperated with mama," asked Fatimah with an astonished mimic.

Rojali just nodded while chuckling at the cute expression of his wife.

" God is...!"

Rojali turned to pull the hand and then raised it as high as the face, sticking the fingers over his lips.

The cup!

" It's like our story, isn't it?"rojali said as she twitched flirtatiously.

And_there are cheeks that change color after.

🎶Allahumma antassalam...🎶

🎶Tabaarok...🎶

There was a loud sound of a flat object vibrating on the dressing table.

Ringtones with a piece of temple chant one of the sholawat that had gone viral some time ago.

"Mama vidio call, Grandpa,"

📲"Assalamu'alaikum,Ma...!"

Rojali gave his greetings when the look of a face that still looked ayu, even though he was in middle age seemed to fill the screen of his phone.

📲"Waalaikumsalam..where is the beautiful daughter-in-law,Mama?!"

cry Mirna with her loud voice.

Instantly her face was silringah as the beautiful face of the son-in-law smiled widely towards her.

📲"Hallo,Ma!"fatimah said with a smile and waved her hand.

📲Masya Allah, your hair is great bangett"

gaumat Mirna from across there.

The one in praise only smiled wryly then glanced at the man next to him at a glance.

Rojali was stroking the hair that was almost that waist.

📲"So, you guys moved this afternoon?"asked Mirna with a serious look.

📲"So,Ma_ just finished packing,"

rojali answered, still stroking the hair until the owner goosebumps up to the tip of the foot.

📲"OK, next week new Mama can visit you,"

"The resto is scheduled for a year-end audit" Mirna explained

📲"Ready,Ma!"exclaim the couple in unison.

📲" Hope you guys like the gift from Mama."

Then Mirna ended the call with a smile and a greeting.

The two newlyweds ended the call with a big question mark.

Why did Mama call you guys?

Is there another gift?

They finally decided not to guess anymore.

Mama Mirna was full of surprises.

This afternoon they left, before they both said goodbye.

A good farewell drains the tears.

When the girl is boyong by a foreign man who only by a sentence has managed to take full power over the princess.

Heavy-hearted, indeed.

But this is the way of the story of human life.

Because it was created for you (God) your partner.

The destiny line that has been written in the far reaches of mahfudz when the spirit is God blow to the fetus since it is still in the womb.

They both set out on a two-wheeled vehicle, the legendary Crest. Comic was the one who brought him over this afternoon.

While Fatimah's goods are carried in an angkot car, which is rented from one of the neighbors.

Long story short until the two of them in the beautiful village where Rojali lived for approximately five years.

It is a long distance from the village of Fatimah and her family.

Kampung Fatimah is still thick with indigenous Betawinya, because most residents there are indeed hereditary descendants of Malay and betawi.

While Rojali village is on the border between Jakarta and West Java.

So that the dialect is mixed between sundanese and suburban betawi.

Fatimah was confused to see the man whose status was her husband, standing frozen staring at the building in front of her.

"What's wrong with the house, right?"

Maapkeun because the new chibi up again, waiting for the mood used to be just written.

More inspiration to the process to uwu-an HQQ...💃

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