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After being a fool for a few minutes because of that dinging guy, I returned to the bus station to go home immediately. Damn me .. the bus has left. Good Lord! Today I have to walk, be patient, be patient!

I walked towards the house while watching the surroundings, afraid that the events of a few days ago were repeated. Good Lord! Don't make.

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Thank God I got home safely. I opened my shoes quickly, in order to stretch the muscles that had begun to stiff because of walking.

"Kok that warning, son?" mother asked while rubbing my forehead which looks like water.

"Himai, walk, ma'am," I replied as I opened the wet veil.

"There's a school bus, why are you walking?" ask Mom again.

"That's because of her." Reflexes answered.

"He who?" ask Mom with a suspicious look.

Ah, really to the sophistication. If I tell you, it'll be a long one. I don't want Mom and Dad to worry. Poor him he was tired of working.

"Eh, it's because I'm late for the bus, ma'am, so I'm not going anywhere" I replied.

Good Lord! I'm sorry, I don't intend to lie at all, but if I tell you the truth I feel sorry for you. They must be worried.

"Astaghfirullah, you're less quick means, son. Patience, yes! Later if Father and mother have sustenance. Mom bought me a bike, yeah," said mom to make me so moved and hugged her.

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After cleaning the body and praying ashar, I immediately lay on my thin mattress.Wisdom this bed! Although not a sprimbed, but I remain comfortable and can sleep soundly, thank God.

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Every day I add to the routine after school that is, sitting at the bus station while looking at the luxury company. Waiting for the owner of the red luxury car to enter it. I don't know why he was such an opium to me. Although he was cold and would not talk to me, but I liked .. well, I like.

If I'm asked, "what do I like about him? Because he was the first guy I knew and it was so cold." well my answer was, "don't know."

Maybe because of this one week I just kept seeing it. Until my pocket money is not spent so I can ride the motorcycle to go home.

Himekah! You may admire him, but don't cross the line. He and you are different! Like heaven and earth. Athaghfirullah! I rubbed my face rough, lest the forbidden seed grow and make me hurt.

POV Azril Musyary

"Azril, when's the wedding, son?" ask Mom during my thirty-year anniversary.

"Entarlah, ma'am," I replied lazily.

Because to me all women are the same. The outside only loves us, but his heart only loves money. I'm not about her ugly beauty, her poor wealth. But his loyalty is more important. The wheel of life no one knows, okay I am now a successful person with a lot of money. However, can I guarantee that wealth will be loyal to me until my grandchildren are great? Only God knows.

I do not want if I one day, God is destined to be in trouble, my partner will also turn away from me who is poor. Moreover, I am now thirty years old, no longer young.

"Azril Musyary! You are the only child in this family. I am old, I want grandchildren. What else are you looking for? Home, ada. Money, ada. Car, ada. It's all there."

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