Trapped in Love with the Idol

16. Ribet Monday

Albar woke up early according to his size, well seven o'clock was to get up early for Albar and wake up very late for Balqis.

When Albar came out of his attic room and went down the wooden steps, he, he saw Balqis half-run with her school uniform out of the house while telling Albar to lock the door because Balqis will go to school and Aki had gone to the chicken coop with Bang Dawn.

Albar dragged his steps lazily because his eyes were still sepet towards the side door of the house, seeming Balqis outside fiddling with the chain of his bicycle that was dislodged.

"Why?"

Ask Albar.

"The chain's out, it's normal."

Said Balqis who then finished installing his bicycle chain and then immediately went up on the bike and pedaled it with enthusiasm.

His grey headscarf fluttered in the wind, while his sash bag moved here and there because of Balqis foot movement pedaling the bicycle pedal.

Albar looked at Balqis who was getting away.

There are still children going to school on bicycles. Inner Albar.

Just as Albar was impregnating, suddenly another group of school children passed by Aki's house where Albar was standing, they were also on bicycles, really like a convoy of school children's bicycles.

Albar then closed the door and locked it, he walked out the kitchen door and headed for the bathroom.

Today he had to wash his own dirty clothes. Albar lazy not playing.

He then instead of taking a shower, stepped back into the attic, then sat down on the stairs of the wooden attic. Thinks.

If he was going to stay here long enough, then he would inevitably have to wash his own clothes, and it would damage his tender hands as torn bread.

Asking for help Balqis of course he would not want, asking Aki who did it was clear Albar was afraid of being struck by lightning because of the quality.

Then there will be a soap opera of doom, STRUCK BY LIGHTNING AND THEN INTO THE WATER OF DETERGENT IMMERSION BECAUSE OF DURHAKA.

Albar shook his head, what a death that is not elite.

Albar then called Flo again.

His new activity now is to annoy his cousin.

Or actually, Albar had always liked to disturb Flo.

"What elseiiiiiiii!"

Flo's voice immediately blared.

"Look down Flo, I'm gonna ask you this seriously, emergency."

Said Albar calming Flo.

"On what? When it comes to goals, watch out!"

Threat Flo.

Albar.

"Gini Flo, I want to buy a washing machine, buy it where?"

Ask Albar.

Flo grunts.

"Buy in the barber."

Flo was upset.

Buy a washing machine with ask where, this cousin dodol what exactly. Flo becomes suspicious that Albar is not Harrys' family. Kebangetan.

"Seriously Flo, I don't know where to go here."

Albar.

"Where do I knowuuuuuu... I was in Jakarta, you asked the same question who lived there. Ask Aki, asked Balqis, asked the front jackfruit tree of Aki's house, did the cat ask him over time so he could buy it."

Flo said the emotion of the soul, his appetite was gone, and the sandwich in front of him became a victim of Flo's eye-splotting.

"Ah yes really, I'll try to ask for anther Dawn alone."

Albar finally got the idea.

"Yes whatever, the dawn of the cake, the dusk of the cake, the midnight of the cake."

Flo.

"Okay Flo, thank you."

Albar said, I don't know what to say, because the feeling from earlier Flo just nagging.

"Thank you for ruining my meaningful life."

Flo said then shut off the phone.

But Albar didn't seem to be dizzy. He was in fact already immune with Flo's mouth which does contain a curly chili ulcer.

Albar then looked for Fajar's contact number, last night while in Albar's mosque had exchanged numbers with Fajar.

Ah well, of course, the Albar number given to Fajar was Albar's personal contact number which was usually only to get in touch with close people, which was not related to his artistry.

Here is the number of the king betokbetok. Inner Albar was pleased.

He then sent a message to Dawn.

[Hi Jur, can you please?]

Shortly thereafter the message was read and immediately replied to.

[Nolongin what Ra? You're desperate, ask for help]

Haiy... God fucking. Albar.

[I want to buy some stuff, anterin can't?]

Ask Albar.

[What stuff?]

The dawn of questioning.

[Yes is a lot of trees]

[Yes okelah, later on abis dzuhur deh I go there]

[Ok Jur]

Reply Albar.

[Jar isn't jur, you think my name is Fajur?]

Dawn protests.

[Jur is not a name, but a Juragan's nickname]

Write Albar.

Haiy... Dawn surrendered.

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Balqis arrived at the school immediately greeted Amel at the place where the students kept his bike.

What's up with Amel, tumben grin. Inner Balqis.

"Hi Qis, good morning."

Sapa Amel is friendly like a blue and red mini market clerk.

"Good good morning."

Sahut Balqis.

You know for sure this Amel wants to behave unusual.

Amel approached Balqis and walked to the classroom.

"Eh Qis, you're still making the perfections right?"

Balqis.

"I want to order dong."

Amel.

"In Diah's tea shop there is."

Balqis.

"Ah I want a fresh one."

Amel.

"What you made today."

Added Amel again.

Balqis sighed.

"If the sudden message can't be Mel, it must be ready for the material first."

"So you can't?"

Amel asked ostensibly disappointed.

Balqis shook her head.

Ah indeed not the intention of this Amel message, actually most only looking for chat material with Balqis.

"Negg Qis."

"Well." yeah."

"You've got another brother from Jakarta?"

Hm... Balqis began to smell an unpleasant scent from the purpose of Amel approaching her this morning.

It's obvious this must have something to do with Albar.

"What brother?"

Balqis pretended not to understand.

"Brother from Jakarta who lives at home, whose face looks the same as artist Albar Harrys but more handsome, his name says... What bara?"

Balqis sighed.

He's Albar Harrys, well at his farsightedness what his eyes are. Inner Balqis.

"Is Qis called Bara?"

Ask Amel again.

Both of them are now near the class.

"Well, his name is Bara, why is Mel? Wanna salamine? Yes, I'll salamin."

The word Balqis finally started mumbling.

Amel smiled as he slapped Balqis' arm.

"You're straight to the core anyway, I'm going to be a seneng."

Amel.

Haiy... Balqis.

"I'll be there soon, calm down."

Balqis said as she walked to the classroom.

Amel wants to follow again, but once in class Amel sees Dinda, Po and Eti are already in their seats.

Amel's intention to follow Balqis was ultimately forced to fail.

"Qis, finally nyampe too, kirain is a permit."

Po said he welcomed Balqis.

They had actually been to Balqis nyamperin's house this morning to go together as usual, but Balqis just finished free, he was a bit bad luck waking up because he learned almost one morning last night.

"Dong, time of permission."

Said Balqis who then sat on his stool.

"It's a quail egg, do you follow Qis?"

Eti asked to see Amel who was now also heading to his own stool.

"Ah Amel."

Balqis mutters.

"Tumben he's talking to you."

Says Dinda too.

Balqis.

"Hu um, coals."

Balqis.

"Huh?"

The three friends of Balqis rounded their eyes.

Balqis finally told me about Albar who last night invited Aki to the house of Pak Haji Hasan and his destination was invited there.

"Oooh so the Bara is not unemployed bokek ya Qis?"

Ask Eti.

Balqis laughs.

"He really has a company?"

Ask Dinda.

Balqis.

"His family has it, he just told nerusin doang."

Balqis said as she began to take out her books and put them on the table.

"That means you're going to be big lady dong Qis?"

Seloroh Po's.

"Yes, great lady Balqis."

Eti said it made everyone laugh.

"No, I want to be a teacher."

Balqis.

"Lhaaaa how the story goes, the husband of the businessman even he became a teacher."

Eti shook her head.

"Eh but what is it that the teacher shares knowledge, right Qis?"

Dinda looked at Balqis who immediately nodded.

"But it means that if we graduate college can directly work in the company of Balqis' husband, no need to find it difficult to apply everywhere."

Po said and everyone laughed again.

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