The Struggle of Yuna
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Long time they both kept quiet....
Then Mirza opened her voice....
" Can you contact me....my name is Mirza....are you?", asked Mirza.
" May..my name is Syifa!". he replied.
" A pretty name as pretty as her man!", dreadful Mirza.
" This mas..emang likes gombalin chick huh?".
" Neither tuh..kalo the saucy - new saucy..i gombalin..he.he...he!".
" mmm...Syifa....kalo tomorrow-tomorrow I play here can not? ", ask Mirza.
" Maybe some people are forbidden!".
" Nobody's angry?".
" Who would want to be angry?". asked Syifa
" Your boyfriend might...?".
" I don't have a boyfriend!", said Syifa with a deep smile.
" Thank God.", said Mirza happily.
" By the way your house is deserted.Where is your father's mother...?".
" Mother is being targeted ..sale mas..kalo pak...kalo pakku no mas..we live three.me, my mother and my sister Dafa", explained Syifa, he also shed a little tears.
" I'm sorry...make you remember your father...!".
" It's okay mas.bapak already calm there.
" When I say I go home first Syif..thank you for treating me..lain time I play here again".
" Eh yes.sorry mas Mirza, preoccupation with chatting so forget not to drink from earlier...".
" Lagian my thirst is gone because look at your smile Shif", woo Mirza.
" That's right ...gombal again ", Syifa smiled shyly.
" I say hello to Syif.salam to your mother......Assalamualaik... ".
" Waalaikumsalam..iya mas, I will convey.... heart - heart in the way yes mas!".
Mirza smiled as she passed away.
In-house...
" Assalamualaikum ma'am....?", greetings Mirza.
" Waalaikumsalam.. astagfirullahhaladzim son...why is this?", asked the mother.
" Mom wonder.. body on gini blisters.but the way his face.sin smile again", mother until hold Mirza's forehead.
" What the hell is ma'am?" said Mirza.
" I'm afraid your brain is short, son.wounds - wounds but really happy! ".
I also touched Mirza's forehead.
Placard......
" It's a pain.. This wound does not hurt.even the ease of".
While pulling Mirza to sit down. Mother waited for an explanation from Mirza.
Mirza also told how she fell to the help of a girl.
" Oohhhhh..so the story met a beautiful girl anyway..pantes" said the mother.
Mom just shook her head.
" Mother's son is already big apparently...dah wants to have a wife yes son?", asked the mother.
" Eh ..mother..iya also anyway..he..he..he..he.", joked Mirza.
" If you are sure... walk..and take responsibility.Mom and father can only pray for you and support you.!", mother also gently stroked Mirza's back.
" God willing ma'am..do pray yes.may he be the match of Mirza", Mirza prayer.
" God willing, son....Allah will surely make it easier for his servants who have good intentions...".
Aamiin mom.
In factory....
Mirza left for work as usual because she was just a blister - a blister, not too severe.
" Why lo Za?", asked Azzam.
" I fell yesterday. I went home!" said Mirza.
" But you're nothing".
" What is it - what is it. My people fall.....
fall in love.. ha.ha.ha..ha...". replied Mirza ngakak.
" Why can...?".
" Can..which nolongin I came to bidadari because.....".
" Want dong helped by an angel... whose name is..? ", asked Azzam.
" Syifa ".
" Know me yak.yak.yak...!",Azzam's request.
" Oh I.ntr you like it again ", elak Mirza.
" No..cook has my own temen I embat".
" Ntr if it's my baby, then I know it" said Mirza.
" Malezzzzz....".
" Nah loh...gue know the contents of your brain Zam...!".
He.he....Azzam just giggled.
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