Widow Sama The Duda

Move schools

Like Ms. Herlin's plan, today she just wants to get acquainted with Laila. Seeing as truant as to what Laila's attitude was. But according to Ms. Herlin, Laila is very beautiful despite her innocence. Laila's natural style is too simple and very cute about appearance.

"Yes, you rest there!" said Mrs Beautiful.

After Laila went to her room, Ms. Lovely and Ms. Herlin shared their discussion about Laila. Even Bu Indah had bought some clothes but Laila did not wear them.

"It does not fit the model," said Ms. Herlin.

"I bought it at a good store. In fact, I ask for help choosing young people who are shopping as well. Laila also said she likes to fit in," said Ms. Beautiful.

"Why not wear it?" ask Ms. Herlin.

"Say was made for Lebaran," replied Bu Indah.

Herlin laughed at the answer. It turns out Laila is still different habits even though she has lived in Jakarta for more than a year. The pocket money given was often collected and sent to his brother-in-law in the village.

Including the transfer of Laila this afternoon already known Bu Indah. The proof of the transfer fell when Laila came to chat with Ms. Herlin. After Ms. Herlin came home, Ms. Lovely immediately met Laila and asked her why she was sending such a large sum of money.

"Sorry Ma'am, Hasna my little niece was in an accident until she was unconscious. My sister needs a grip. But the five hundred money that you gave me this morning is still there. Here," said Laila, handing over five hundred thousand in one piece.

"Laila, it's not about the money. I just have to remind you to keep the money in your hands. I will not compensate you if one day there is an unexpected event. With the money you saved, you should be able to survive." Long-width Bu Indah explained her worries.

"Yes, Mom." Laila nodded and lowered her head.

Beautiful Mom's coming out. The five hundred was not brought back. The money belongs to Laila. Bu Indah just reminded if Laila must be smart to save money for her future.

After the door of her room closed again, Laila let out a long sigh. Not yet over the Bagas problem, Laila was still made worried about Hasna's state. Not yet.again Laila thought about the meaning of the words of Ms. Beautiful just now.

"No compensation?" muttered Laila while frowning her forehead.

I don't know what the words of Bu Indah mean. But what Laila caught, her presence in the house is not forever. Maybe until Laila graduated college, or maybe not until graduation. Ambiguous feeling when you have to interpret the sentence that Bu Indah threw for him.

"Ah, mending me to do PR first." Laila kept the five hundred thousand and started opening her PR book.

Last night Laila contacted Yanti just to make sure Hasna was okay. At eleven o'clock in the evening, Yanti just told him that Hasna had regained consciousness. Laila was able to breathe a sigh of relief even though her chest tightened when she found out that Deri did not see Hasna at all in the hospital.

"Emang basic sableng yes you, Bang. Sick kids can't come anyway?" laila's grumbling.when the call with Yanti was over.

Lack of sleep makes Laila almost late. Luckily Bi Yani knocked on Laila's room door. After meeting Bi Yani, Laila was in the fog looking for her phone. Though the morning alarm is always set Laila every day.

"God. It's worth not being surprised" Laila said when she found her phone under a pillow.

Laila immediately took a shower and prepared. He didn't even have breakfast. But Bi yani has kindly prepared breakfast for him. With a happy smile, Laila immediately bailed to school after hugging Bi Yani for a while as her thanks.

"Bu Indah tipped pesen, he said later he would go home to take another grab. I want to pick up Mrs Indah later in the afternoon La," said the driver.

"Oh, it's easy. Mamang calm down. I'm good at grab" replied Laila with confidence.

The driver just laughed as he imagined how clumsy Laila was when he first ordered the grab. But now Laila can because it began to get used to. There have been changes after more than a year in Jakarta.

"Siapp mang" replied Laila.

In Laila's heart grumbled. It felt lazy when he had to study dance with Ms. Herlin. It's not that she doesn't like Ms. Herlin, but Laila feels that what she's about to learn isn't supportive of her future.

All he wants is to open a big cake shop even the largest in Jakarta and have branches in several big cities as well. And dandan? What's the benefit of dandan? Ah but it's okay, Laila holds firm to Bu Rini's principles.

Science is not hard to carry everywhere. Learn whatever you meet.

The sentence rang when Bu Indah forced her to learn to dress up with Ms. Herlin. There is no harm in learning what is directed by Ms. Indah.

"Mang, thank you." Laila looked down respectfully as she got out of the car.

It was a very pleasant treatment that the driver received every morning. Laila always treated people as well as she could. Ah, the story about the good guys, Bagas is also very good. But unfortunately Laila was surprised when she got the news that Bagas filed a letter to move.

"Where are you?" ask Laila to her friend.

Laila immediately ran into the principal's room when she found out Bagas was there. But late. Bagas is home. Her phone number has been inactive since last night.

"Gas, what the hell are you doing? Do you hate me that much?" laila Mummings.

Laila sat in the canteen. In the laps that they usually occupy together. The memories were beautiful as Laila tried to recall them. Laila did not know and did not want to know the taste stored in her heart for Bagas. At the moment Laila only felt that losing Bagas made her sad.

The first day with the status of Bagas who was not a student at the school again made Laila feel bored. There were no more crisp jokes that sometimes actually made Laila laugh crisply when she saw Bagas' expression.

"Laila," call Ms. Herlin.

Laila who was ordering the grab instantly raised her face and threw a smile at the sight of Bu Herlin. Her grab order was canceled when Ms. Herlin took her home together. But apparently, not home. Ms. Herlin did not take Laila to the house of Ms. Beautiful.

They both went to a salon. The first thing Ms. Herlin did was to change Laila's appearance from her hair. Change long hair that is less manageable until left alone a boat. After that, Ms. Herlin gave a little facial on Laila's gentle face.

"Mom, do I want to do this again?" ask Laila who is getting uncomfortable.

"That let your face glow. You will be more beautiful" replied Herlin.

Laila's face was already soft and white. But sometimes it looks dull when the dust hit his face which is only protected by baby powder. Ms. Herlin wanted to change Laila's appearance but did not eliminate the style of the second-grader of SMK.

"Mom, don't get me!" pinta Laila's

"So. Guaranteed to be beautiful in Pokonya. You are calm, yes" said Ms. Herlin.

Laila smiled but actually Laila hid her uneasy feelings. Looking at the appearance of Ms. Herlin who was so shaky. Real painted eyebrows and red lips that always complement his appearance. Laila could not imagine her face when polished with such makeup.

"La, hey." Herlin's mother shook Laila's body.

Laila was aghast when she realized that she had fallen asleep at the salon. Shame it feels when sleeping because of the ease in the facial. Tired after school made him sleep soundly while pampered with skillful hands playing the area of his face.