
The morning was the same as usual. Light did all the homework and was about to leave for college. The light carried his bike again, because the tires were already in the wind.
"What about Ale, huh? It's been a week, since she told me about her matchmaking. Did he take it?" The light speaks for itself, while shaking its bike.
Light began to enter the campus gate. The woman parked her bike. When he wants to go to class he accidentally meets Agam Ariaja.
"Morning, Mr. Rector!" The woman gave her regards.
"Morning, how are you, son?"
Many students saw the conversation between the two. They were very surprised, why students could be that familiar with the rector.
"Good, Sir!"
"Thank you, son. Thanks to you my wife has become more cheerful than ever." Agam Ariaja and Light go hand in hand.
"I mean, Sir?" The light did not understand the meaning of Agam Ariaja.
Agam Ariaja smiled before answering. " Since you came to our house, since then there has been happiness in my family, son! I don't know why, I feel like a little light is approaching our family. Like your name is Light. You know Son? My wife always told me the night before we went to bed. He's always talking about you."
Could it be that the late mother, gave the name of the Light so that her son became a light for the people who were near her son.
"When you work with him. My son Black he was so happy when you came to our house. He who lost his figure, now he found a new teteh. Beautiful person who never saw the face of Mentari. But he's capable of getting to know Mentari's face, you know Nak?" The light shook, Agam Ariaja continued. " The first time, he told me, that there was something similar to Mentari. I can't believe it. He always convinced me. Until one night, we were eating in a cafe. He said that where I work there are people like Mentari. That night my wife and son also heard the story. And that night, there was a little bit of confidence in me, that what Beautiful said was true. And it turned out to be true. He didn't misjudge even though he'd never seen Mentari." The light digested what Agam Ariaja said. She was very confused, how the five-year-old girl was convinced. If his face looks like Mentari's. If the girl had never seen the figure of Mentari.
"I mean, Sir?"
Agam Ariaja smiled before answering. "You'll find the answer, but not from me, son!" Agam Ariaja stroking hair Light.
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The lesson has begun. Looks like Light will be very busy with his script trial for how many months more. The woman must be able to manage her time well. If your friend has time to study. He has to work and do homework.
I don't think the lesson is over. All the students have gone home. But the woman preferred to pray first. By the time he got out of the mosque, the campus was deserted . The light starts to shake his bike. But when he left the campus. His eyes caught someone who was no stranger to him. Approach that person who stands in front of the campus. It seems to be waiting for someone to think Light.
"Remain, Sir?" tanya Light, whose position sits on a bicycle.
"Again wait for Jo!"
"Well on the phone hasn't been, could be, brother Jo why-not," said Light, who got a sharp look.
"That means it might be a flat tire, or whatever,"
The young man tried to contact Jo. It turns out Jo was right, couldn't pick him up. It is in the service outside the city.
"Where, Brother Jo, can't you sir?" ask for the light again. And once again got a sharp look, from the young man. The light could only swallow his saliva with difficulty.
"This clock is usually long, sir!"
The light offered. "How about Mr. Sky, my bell. Later Mr. Sky can ride an angkot in front of my house."
The sky seemed to think for a moment. He wasn't sure the Light would be sounding safely.
It has been five minutes the journey may not be heavy enough for Light because the road is down.
"Sir, later if the climb, Mr. Sky yes, who instead of piggybacking me." The light spoke, but the sky was silent.
"Don't shut up, sir, I'm tired of this."
As the road descends the bike's wheels, it spins quickly, very quickly. Make the Light afraid, if it will fall. His face began to pale, as he pulled the brakes on his bike no longer working. The wheel continued to roll rapidly, the sweat droplets from his forehead continuing to slide up the cheeks. That woman is really scared. If he's gonna fall. The problem is that he is not only alone but he is with the lecturer.
Bruakakakak....
And sure enough—they fell in the gutter that fortunately there was no water at all. But the gutter was filled with leaves like bushes. The bike was still on top but the passenger fell in the bushes.
"Ouch!!!" The light whimpered in pain, at his waist.
"Akhc!!" The sky was in pain, on her part, because her hand was under her head Light. The left hand of the Sky was made a pillow by the head of Light. His position was almost like people hugging.
Anyone who saw such a position must have thought they were doing something.
The two middle-aged men, approaching the bicycle, the middle-aged man listened to a voice in the part of the bushes.
"Oh, Mr Sky!"
The middle-aged man started walking towards the bushes. His eyes could not believe it, seeing two different types of people in their supine position.
"Astaghfirullah, do you want to zina?" the charges. The light was shocked because of that voice.
"Ti—ti—" he said cut off the middle-aged man.
"Smart also y'all fuss over the day like this."
"What's up?" asked the person who had just arrived, asking the middle-aged man.
"Oh Allah, today's young people have DP before marriage."
The Light and the Sky looked at each other Fuck, the two people did not understand.
Both of them began to wake up, they helped the two people to go upstairs.
"These fathers are not who you think I fell." The light explained to the two men.
"Where there is a naling ngaku," said the middle-aged man.
"Actually we are married, we fell down," said the Sky, as the young man looked for a safe way! If you argue with someone you don't know.
"Oh ..yeah already then, if you'll excuse me." Both men left them.
"Sir Heaven, why did you say we're married?" ask the Light while pushing his bike. The young man remained silent, not answering.
The OT is not solace... Aye?