You're Not the First

Nostalgic

A few steps before reaching the toilet, Basuki walked backwards to see the little girl who was now in her back position. He even stopped to be able to observe the girl from top to bottom. His body was not very good but somehow his eyes seemed unable to turn away from him.

The man who is terpessona (i am terpessona see the face of your beautiful face.... Moon maap yes readers!. The reflex is simply that the song is blown away) it goes backwards and does not realize if the toilet door is higher than the floor.

BRAKKKK!

The toilet door that was hit by Basuki's large body and then hit the wall so that it made a loud noise made everyone who was in the big kitchen turn to him.

He fell backward although a few seconds later he was still trying to find a handle but yes the name of the toilet is sometimes slippery yes as a result now Basuki sat with the back of his head stumbled on the soap made from porcelain. Fortunately the position of the bathtub is not parallel to the door try if it has entered into the bath time. Yeaelah Basuki's...! Same thing yes.

Basuki was very embarrassed. Despite the pain he still tried to stand and unexpectedly the girl was his target immediately came to him.

Basuki who was now standing inside the toilet and the girl who was outside the toilet door looked at each other.

The girl instead of sympathizing with Basuki she instead held the door and checked whether the door was broken or not

Basuki gulped his saliva, feeling his cengo. It could be on the little girl in front of him. Is her face so bad in the eyes of this little girl?

Doesn't stop there, the girl immediately turns to leave him without saying hello or what is the cake? Even more wrinkled, Basuki said there was no self-esteem at all.

No shortage of sense Basuki called him again looking for what reason to.k, the important thing is to be able to chat longer with the girl.

"Sorry no....." He said as his head thought hard next to say what else.

The girl turned her head and looked at him for a moment, "You're okay right?" Just ask.

Actually Basuki felt his tailbone ache tremendously but his embarrassment was even greater.

"I'm fine, but this...." He showed his wet ass as it fell onto the wet bathroom floor.

"If the pain goes directly to the hospital" said the girl did not sympathize.

"I mean if I may borrow dalem*n "Basuki immediately closed his mouth because he spoke wrongly. "Eh I mean pants" he explained.

The girl frowned feeling this guy why is it like a pervert? He did not immediately answer and scanned the man from the bottom up.

"I'm sorry, I want Ashar's prayer but my pants are dirty so if possible I want to borrow a clean shirt. I promise to return it" Basuki said suddenly. He no longer knew what he was talking about. It was clear that standing in front of him was a girl why he had borrowed pants from her. Some of the money can also be directly cus to the shops that are lined up in the area why talk about it everywhere, Mr. Basuki.

But it turns out that the girl who heard the word prayer immediately changed her face to smile at the foreskin. I can't believe he looks enthusiastic. Indeed, the time of Ashar is not long because the clock has shown at half-time three.

"Wait here for a second..." He said with a smile tipiis once then passed away leaving Mr. Basuki.

"Sora, where are you going?" Ask one of the cooks there.

"This is gonna get me that little shirt. Poor all wet clothes...."He said as he walked quickly.

Shortly after that girl named Sora came carrying a man's clothes, a shirt, shorts and a sarong.

"You're just putting your dirty clothes on this crackle!" he said while handing Basuki a black crackle bag.

After a while, Basuki came out of the bathroom with a different charm. It's handsome but it's funny. The officials in the kitchen, all of them ethnic Javanese, widen their smiles. Just this time they saw a Chinese man wearing a sarong.

Basuki knew they were laughing at him and he felt uncomfortable. He immediately came out of the kitchen area to the front restaurant while his eyes scanned people one by one looking for Sora. And finally he saw Sora was sweeping in the front yard of the restaurant.

"May I ask you to nitip this to the laundry. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I will take all my clothes back" said Basuki looking for a reason to meet again.

Sora also received the black crackle while saying yes. Basuki became nervous himself because Sora's response was short.

"I'm Basuki...." He said he dared to introduce his name first.

From there the introduction of Papi Basuki and Mami Soraya.

After that day Mr. Basuki often came to the restaurant and long ago the seeds of love for the girl with narrow eyes.

From there, the two tell each other about their lives. Only then did he know that Soraya was not a descendant of the Chinese. He is native Javanese and indeed his brothers also have narrow eyes but only Soraya is white so people always think he is of Chinese descent.

Basuki also finally finds out that Sora is the granddaughter of the restaurant owner who is now managed by his uncle and aunt because his parents are dead. He stayed there and was told to help so he did whatever he could do. Every month he also gets a share of the restaurant proceeds but he does not get a salary from his work.

Sora does not mind that it is important that there are still families who love him.

Basuki who is in love with death is in a state of fear and dilemma. He has not been frank with his family about him who has converted to Islam and is now added again with his desire to marry people from the Javanese tribe and Islam as well.

Keep going

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Why is this mager so bad today? I want rebahaa.an. Males nulis that, better read have other othors whose writing is runut, easy to understand, the conflict is there and so good to read.

Which dr. ani and family already end and instead there is this Not Laila majnun.

On stopping there yak! Look-look cake, comment cake, teke cake.

Sorry my writing today is very ambiguous, abis see Bang Hirodata innannya want ngehibaaahh aja.

Sorry everyone