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EATING HOUSE

I do not think the moon feb abis in tgl 28😭 is just a flashback in the last part of our heroes again cross the road and finally arrive and the story of this ngawur finally continues without direction and purpose, enjoy reading guys I HATE u all😆

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"What kind of child is it? Nyebrang street wear coupled". The Holy Brother protested to let go of his hand that I was holding when we reached the front of the restaurant.

"With danger, anyways now rife with kidnappings.. If Mbak Suci continued to suddenly pulled people into the box car how? I'm hungry no more energy to chase". There is an answer that comes from my mouth.

"Well that's the kidnap of Bimooo's son, where there's the abduction of adults. Qlasan, it's you".

"Just like madam, the children of the same woman must be protected. I just hold this hand, I will not bunting too right? so eat this? Mulu protests.. Mbak Suci should be proud to know I'm a prankster". I kept arguing without shame.

"Pretty why? Because you were born in London? Heheh". The Holy Brother looks great again.

"No mood laugh I mbak, enter first huh me? if Mbak Suci wants to wait and become a parking kang here yes please". I spoke indifferently and stepped quickly towards the entrance of the Eating House.

"Bimoo wait!". Shouts of the Holy Father from behind.

I waltzed into the House of Dining at the same follow Mbak Suci, whether we are destined to meet or what is certain Iw and mbak Saints are quite familiar with each other even though they do not know fully about each.

The dining house that I entered seemed crowded with customers but because the room was so spacious there were still many seats left and I chose a place near the window so that I could catch a little wind.

"You are wide very wide Bim, until you have to run mbak chasing him". The Holy Brother protested and pulled up a chair, sitting in front of me with a boxed table in the middle as a barrier.

"Why are you chasing, afraid of losing?". I answered flat while taking tissue on the table, the cake of the current maid, menggelap table to make it cleaner for me to eat later.. Food restrictions in places not origin yes gini less hygenic.

"Fear of you straying Bim, it will be mbak himself who bothered". The Holy Brother was having a picnic, he looked out and he put it on the table.

"Good morning ma'am, mas. Here's the menu please look". I have not had time to speak, appeared the middle-aged woman from behind me, she kindly spoke and put the menu on the table which was immediately taken the same as the Holy Mother.

"What do you want to eat?". The Saint asked while flipping through the menu.

"As I said before, rawon is like beef satay".

"if drinking? There are so many choices here".

"I've brought my own mbak drink in this bag, don't need to pesen anymore". I held up the bag I had placed beside, showing it to the Holy Mother.

"How much drink did you drink Bim? If you ask a lot of people and order food". The Holy Mother spoke and saw my bag that was still closed.

"Lumayan he mbak, in the bag there are several cans and 2 large bottles". Answer me honestly.

"Ok if so, we order 1 portion of rawon, 1 portion of beef satay.. If I order fish Nila burn 1 portion of rice just a little and lots of sauce and default". The Holy Brother ordered and returned the menu to the patient servant standing beside the table.

"Okay, all the orders have been recorded.. Please wait a minute, I'll excuse you". The female servant stepped away quickly.

The atmosphere was peaceful for a moment as we waited for the order to come, mbak Suci seemed to check on Hp and I just listened to live music, not from the radio or TV but from the chat bacot visitors The restaurant is mostly used Javanese language which I do not mean what. About the language of Java gw only familiar with the words t.e.m.p.e.k and k.o.n.t.o.l doang who know the meaning and also k.e.n.t.h.u because it was explained the same Reza and Udin.

"Bim, where's the drink coming out". The Holy Brother put down his cellphone and spoke as I was enjoying the gusts of wind coming in from the window.

"What do you want a bottle of mbak? Cans taste bland and a little bitter if the bottle is sweet and the taste of wine". I asked while opening the bag.

"I said bring a drink, didn't say bring water.. Choose for yourself which one?". I take 1 can of beer and 1 bottle of red wine on the table.

"Astaffirlah! What is Bimo!?". The Holy Brother was immediately shocked plus his two enlarged net glared at the drink on the table.

"These canned energy drinks with local brands mbak, know from the name.. STAR. If the bottled is also made in Indo products from this Old Man called red wine". I nerangin one by one, about the history of miras I'm most eloquent if explained.. Although not taught in school I can understand and learn autodidactically along with the many satanic water brands that have intersected with the intestine and stomach gw.

"Yes, I know, but it's Miras Bimo, Miras..! You want to take that drink? It's really you!" The voice of the Holy Mother is still like a person who does not believe with her eyes who is still staring intently.

"Clangg!". I open the beer can.

"Cesss!". The white foam went straight up and immediately I took a sip and drank a few sips, temporarily I ignored the rebuke from the sentence mbak Suci.

"Aaaahhh Seger's.. This is miras mbak but the alcohol content is not much really, and also errata is mbak Suci himself who asked and I did not hesitate it". Answer me flatly.

"Oh my goodness, Bimo.. You're even so relaxed drinking that". The Holy Mother shook her head in disbelief, "Should have known from you who dared to spit on the bus earlier must have been strange items you brought, proven right now. If from the beginning you said it was liquor I would have ordered a drink earlier". The Holy Brother looked annoyed and grumbled at me.

"Let's just not be too excessive, this is your sister's daily drink. Just 1 beer ma what, 1 drum will not be drunk at least I just go back and forth the restroom and also I can still think rationally after drinking, not who ngelakuin weird". I assure you, Holy Mother.

"You can be proud of that, Bim, you are a Muslim, right? Even though you can maintain consciousness but still it's an illegal drink in our religion, you know that, right?". The Holy Father looked at me seriously and confirmed his words.

"I'm a Muslim and I know it's a sin, but what else? Indeed I am this way, sin always accompanies every step.. But even though I sinned against others too, as simple as that thought I was". I talk casually holding a beer can and looking far out through the window, feeling cool if again hold a can of beer kek gini.

"Yes even if you don't harm others it still harms yourself Bimo, instead of money you make buy like that just to add to the sin of donating for people in need and get a reward, is not it better huh?". Smooth mbak Suci spoke, maybe he would advise me with a good talk.

"I do not want to be arrogant to fear Ria aar, let the angel who is real deeds and rewards that I get from doing good.. no need to fan the love of the poor with a camera so that everyone can see, it's not my style". I tasted and gulped the beer back after a long speech full of confidence.

The Holy Brother seemed silent for a moment and looked fixed, his lashes flickering flashing rhythmically, I don't know what he thinks about me at the moment.

"What do you mean by the good and the charity that you do not show? And instead let people see your sin and your bad side?". The Holy Father guessed.

"That's right!". Answer me brief ketendangkan style of speech of children of the region Madura.

"It's really weird of you, why go back? It should be hidden sins and good deeds that are revealed, it seems like you are Bim. Ma can't guess what your mind is like".

"My mind is actually simple when it comes to our discussion, an easy example, for example, if sin and charity can be counted per day.. 100 My sins for this day I will compensate with 101 good deeds".

"Ngaco you! Where there is sin and charity can be counted as men". The Saints interrupted quickly.

"I was just saying suppose mbak, make an example for mbak Suci to understand".

"So you think very confident your charity is greater and your sins are committed?".

"Did not dare to be sure mbak but if it was trying to be brave, charity does not have to be with money or give something to the poor right? the stump of banana skin on the road is already categorized as good charity. The person is different mbak and has the principle of his life each so slow aja". I smiled and wiggled a beer can.

"Slow what's slow! Quickly put that bottle of your wine, don't want to see me you drink it.. At least don't drink in front of me". The Holy Brother pushed the Bottle in the direction of gw.

"Ok if you do not ask me to enter again, let me drink with my friend aja entar.. have also waited at the terminal ngawen if I do not bring souvenirs angrily about him". I said and picked up the bottle, put it back in the bag.

"By the way the liquor seems to be equally not really your friend". The Holy Brother sneered and I could only smile hearing that.