Trapped in Love with the Idol

26. Sultan VS Sultan

At half-seven in the morning, an old antelope stopped in front of Aki's house.

The cheering sounds of Dinda, Eti and Po instantly rang out. Balqis hurriedly snatched her school bag in the room and put on her only shoes for school.

Albar then seemed to follow Balqis out.

"I'm leaving."

Balqis said to Albar.

Albar lazy to say, he just looked at Balqis who rushed out of the house, then entered to join his three friends who were already excited waiting.

Their heads that looked out of the glass of the car that was opened made Albar could see clearly if they were so excited about leaving for school today by car with Adit.

Tint's!

Adit honks then from the windshield of the car that was left open as well, Adit waves at Albar for excuse.

Albar just grinned ala perfungnya, afraid to be considered arrogant when it is, wkwkwk...

Albar so remember everything Fajar told about Adit again.

How great is the Adit family from the time of his Grandpa Buyutnya, then his grandfather, then his parents, and also Adit himself.

This champion, that champion, that champion, whatever, whatever, while Albar took part in the talent search was eliminated, hihihi...

But...

Hm...

Albar smiled in anguish.

Albar stared intently at Adit's car which was now far enough away and lost from view as soon as the corner there.

Then Albar switched on the bike Balqis he just bought.

The magenta-colored bike today did not take his daughter to school because both knees of Balqis were injured, which could eventually make Adit have a reason to pick Balqis up to school today, and of course, his return will be delivered again.

Albar paced back and forth on the terrace with both hands to the back.

He felt he had to do something to make the Medit was no longer able to go back and forth Balqis shuttle until Balqis' knee healed and could be a week, a month, will continue, a year and until Balqis graduates.

Albar then entered the house, the Cimot who just finished eating and released from the cage seemed to run to and fro chasing insects.

Albar headed to his room in the attic, looking for hp. Then...

🎶Thank me handsome... lift me handsome🎶.

The sound of Dawn is narcissistic and triggers the desire of others to slam it if heard.

The dawn that had been solemn at his Chicken stall in the market immediately grabbed his cellphone.

"Alright Babang ganteng lift dong dear."

Dawn Word.

Then he saw Bara's name on the screen.

Jiaaah, he's her again. Inner Dawn.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Tanya Fajar picked up Albar's phone. Although sometimes when talking to Albar stomach like sudden indigestion and suddenly can also be constipated, yet still Dawn can never refuse his new friend.

Well a new friend who looks like a city sultan with an unlimited balance of space and time.

If the word of one of the Ceo in a drama, people who ngaku rich but know how much the balance means the money is still limited, because for those who are rich use kebangetan, because, money increases every second so the number of accounts increases and decreases not knowing.

Well, what is the meaning of Fajr account balance which is only nine million eight hundred twenty eight thousand two hundred and thirty-five rupiah. Hihah...

"Jur, come here gih."

Albar said tampa basa stale.

"Well, what do you mean?"

Dawn is keder.

"You're here Jur."

Albar said.

"Yes I'm not a bolot, I know you told me to go there."

"Lha means what that means."

"You mean not what time it is."

"Be aware, unconscious means I'm fainting."

Sahut Albar's.

Hiiii... Gemes I'm the nyekek. Inner Dawn while grabbing one chicken sale and then checking the chicken's neck to replace.

"Bang Dawn, what a chicken is wrong, it's dead is still checked."

Said a mother seller lombok right next to the place of sale Dawn.

Dawn grinned, then put the chicken again on the table.

"I'm selling Ra, having a career, scavenging fortune to survive because my savings can not increase by itself, let alone a second, not a week, not necessarily."

"Yes I know, I'll change. How many days do you get? A million, two million, five million?"

Ask Albar.

Hadeeeh was the son of the sultan one, not knowing manners in the poor.

The dawn breathed.

"Million million what the hell is Ra, million benJUT raTa?"

Annoyed Dawn.

"Well, tell me how much income are you? Or was that you took how many chickens in Aki? I'll pay later."

Albar.

"But it's a pity that if it's not sold, it'll stale like a base."

"You'll cook it later, and I'll ask for one bushel."

Sahut Albar's.

"That's fried but, Cimot likes that fried. He doesn't eat opor."

(What a cat eats opor. Kayak Othor nih, give opor to the cat so the cat has diarrhea)

"Well, what's the matter?"

Ask the Dawn at last.

He was upset but still could not be angry at Albar because he knew that indeed Albar's behavior was eleven twelve with Sinchan, so only maklumin.

"I need to get anterin to one place."

"Where?"

Tanya Fajar was suspicious.

Hmm don't-don't shaman. Inner Dawn.

"Here you first, I'll tell you later."

"You know or love tempe? Yes later I still have to go home abis dzuhur Ra, I wait for customers, if he moved the stall, die me."

Albar saw the clock, only seven o'clock. It is true that an Albar was told to wait until the dzuhur who was still hours away.

Can't!

"I went to the market."

Albar said then turned off his phone.

Dawn immediately called back.

"What?"

Ask Albar.

"Yes yes, I went there. I finish the trade first."

The word Fajar pasrah.

"It's delicious."

Albar smiled widely.

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Well that wide smile also rose on the face of the middle-aged male of suave Chinese descent sumringah as Albar came to his car dealership that had just opened and then pointed to one of the most expensive cars at his dealer.

"Seriously you picked this one?"

Ask the dealer's man who has his face covered with a mask and sunglasses.

"Well today I take one, tomorrow I might buy one pick up too."

Albar smiled behind his mask.

The dealer owner looked up.

"Make care of the process, don't be long, I'll move to another dealer."

Albar.

"Oh yes sir, yes..."

Albar then walked towards a set of seats that were in that dealer.

While waiting for the owner of the dealer to take care of the car letters, Albar played games only on mobile phones.

Dawn who drove and accompanied Albar continuously so astonished with Albar who seemed to be a hobby of wasting money.

Is he his life from a scoop like that?

Do not-don't while still a fetus already this origin is a waste of money. Inner Dawn.

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