You, Me, Us?
Some are sweet, But Not Sugar II
Hadi was facing out the window of his house. The rain that still fell made him feel like sleeping soundly and do not want to wake up again.
“ Rain that falls, Like pearls” While singing the song “ RAIN” song sudirman. His mother who saw Hadi open the window at night immediately reprimanded him. “ Make anything near that window, Close, close. At night like this don't open the window. Afraid that there will be overlapping stays here ” Tell his mother to Hadi so that she closes the window. His mother knew that Sanya Hadi was also a coward. He dared to see, hear the story of a spooky story, a ghost movie, but a coward if to sleep alone. Hadi who heard the words of his mother also closed the window and walked towards his mother. “ Mamaaaaaaaaa... ” while talking using a keronkong sound like a creepy whisper. “ Why cakal like tuuuuu.... ” His mother who heard his child talk like that immediately laughed and said “ Play play, Later he sleeps with you, Only you know” Mama harassed Hadi.
“ Ishhh... Mama ni, like a story that is not not” Reply Hadi using a normal voice back. “ Ha... Know also scared” usik his mother. “ Adi ni mama, Not a very coward. Not very brave either. But mama don't pray like that, don't go near mama ni”'s son Reply Hadi while making a cute face. His mother smiled and laughed as she walked towards the kitchen. The rain made Hadi sleepy. “ Well I sleep, Cool cold ni fun if sleep” Bisik Hadi himself and walk into his room. He looked around his room like he was remembering something, Moments later he opened the bottom desk drawer and looked for his novel. “ Even so, so you are drunk” Hadi spoke to the book while wiping the dust on top of the book. The novel was read very often when he was in school. It was the first novel that had attracted her interest to read a novel. He looked for the pages he had already marked.
“ Know charlie chaplin, Charlie chaplin is famous for his law on a Type first. His Law was in the form of action and no sound. More or less the same as mr. bean, Charlie Chaplin's mummy was the new mr. bean . Once upon a time, Carlie Chaplin met Albert Ainstein. When they met, they praised each other. Albert Ainstein praised his lucky charlie“ I was able to meet a very great person, You can make people laugh and understand what you mean without speaking” Albert Ainstein told Charlie that. Charlie who heard the praise from Albert also returned the praise of Albert with his Praise “ Thank you for praising me, I am not like you. You're even better than me. Manakan no, you can make others admire you even though they do not understand what you say”. These two humans are great. But they forgot, there is still one more person who is greater than this. He is the Prophet Muhammad. Our prophet is better because he can make others fall in love with him even though among them, there are those who have never met Prophet Muhammad”
Hadi also immediately closed the book that was read. Leaning his body against the wall. He started thinking something. “ I ni Nabi also still do not know” Bisik Hadi in the Heart. “ What people I am, the Prophet himself did not know” As his eyes looked at the ceiling lamp of his room. He also breathed a long breath. At the time, all he had in mind was love. Hadi who started thinking about love immediately took his phone and saw the message. He saw a message from Mija. Mija just delivered a cute emoji slave holding a shoe and wanted to throw it. Hadi who saw in the note that Mija was online, Lansung ventured to mess with her. “ No more sleep to?” Hadi started the chat. Instantly the chat was replied fast “ Not yet, Why enk Nuaim?”. The one who read smiled. “ Do not sleep through very passing. Your eyes will become pand”. Hadi tried to arrange his verse so that he could talk for longer.
“ So even pandas are not good, Provided I am happy” Reply Mija fierce. “ You've eaten to not?” Verses are commonly asked when the beginning of knowing and before making love. Even though Mija was the first girl he chatted, it was as if she had gotten used to it. “ Already you, already. You have eaten to. What are you doing now?” See a positive response. Hadi smiled happily alone. “ Yes, already eaten. I'm bored now ni” Reply Hadi while sending emojis people are sitting in the mirror. “ Ouh... Bored. If you are bored, do you want to chat me? I think it's like your boss release!” Reply Mija like angry and put the sticker of the person who is angry. Hadi who read was like being able to guess which Mija gave her space to always chat.
“ What are you doing now?” Ask Hadi. “ Aik.. when you become an Indonesian. Haha. I'm busy making meih, for tomorrow”
Mija has also been influenced by Hadi's style of speech. “ Ouh..... Make your keja first, if you're ready later tell. Don't forget to make a little more, For me once” Reply Hadi while putting his phone on the bed and walking out go to the toilet.
On the other side....
Mija just smiled reading a chat from Hadi. “ May, may, but you must come here first. Please help me cook” Reply Mija smiled in her room. While waiting for his message to be answered, He got up and stretched his muscles a little. “ Want to go take a shower, Hot weather Harini” Mija speaks for herself and moves to clean up. “ Mija, Please mummy jap” Her mother called Mija to help her in the kitchen. “ Ye mummy, Came” Reply Mija then walk towards the kitchen. “ When I have mummy work call” Whisper Mija in her heart. “ Ade what is mummy?” You please make a quick coffee for your father, Mummy wants to wash the dishes for a second" Tell Mija his mother. Mija heats the water and brews coffee for her father. He put the water on the dining table. “Dad, Coffee is ready” tell Mija by raising her voice a little. He continued his intention to go cool..
