(Who) I'm Without you
Remember This Day
..The most mengelike Otor doain may long life, cheap sustenance, living in abundance, amiiin🙏
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In the morning, all residents of the official house are busy with tidying up their clothes. They will be picked up this morning by Rahmat. If Mas Rahmat leaves at around 07:00 in the morning, it means he will arrive here at 13:00. Faster until than the time they left first, of course because the road that has been cleared at that time.
"Darling, my backpack doesn't fit. Lipatin a little yes, let it be neat. Put it in Ramaja's suitcase". Nanda comes to Feza's room to hand Dinda some of her shirts.
"Fold it doang must be very nyari bini, astaghfirullah" anxious Feza saw the behavior of spoiled Nanda.
"I fold said Rama is not neat. If it's not neat, it can't go in her suitcase. Salahin noh his person" pointed Nanda to the door because it coincided with the appearance of Rama to Feza's room.
"Nih Din, the jar has been washed" Rama handed me a jar of cassava chips that have been washed.
"Well, this is just a dream husband. Thanks for washing it" welcome Dinda received the jar from Rama.
"Either. Is this, your shirt not my nitip?" rama asked Nanda.
"Yes, this runs out on the same lipet as Dinda" replied Nanda.
"Huh, just carry my suitcase. Right here!". Rama also took Nanda clothes earlier and he rolled up to escape into the jar that he was washing earlier.
"Where was Din's jar?". Dinda returned the jar to Rama.
"Well, can you? Thought" it led to Nanda.
Prok, prok, prok
Feza clapped his hands proudly. "This is my new protege" he said indirectly praising himself.
Rama just screeched, then returned to his room. He also had to continue the event packing-packing all his luggage. At once check whether there is still forgetfulness.
Once they are done put all the items in a bag or suitcase. Now all their bags and suitcases are collected in the living room, to make it easier for them to transport them to Mas Rahmat's car later.
"Guys, the first photo yuk" asked Feza who had turned on the camera on his phone.
"Ayo-ayo" cried Rama most excited.
They also took pictures with a standing pose embracing each other. Plus all the bags and suitcases were also included in the photo. Making a sad impression of itself as if you will never see each other again.
Feza took some photos, later when there was a signal he would post on his social media account. During the wait for the arrival of Mas Rahmat, they photographed each other secretly. Intentionally, in order to be a beautiful memento that can be seen at any time. Photos that can not be disseminated because it contains the disgrace of each of them. Rama's photo again mangap, Nanda again clean slippers, Dinda again talking with closed eyes, Pak Prima who sneezed again, and Feza who blurred because of most motion.
"Later post ah, pack the lyrics of the song that Hey, see you later in the day to meet again" said Rama while singing a lyrical fragment of the song he meant.
"It's like I'm putting on a Project Pop song, remember today" Feza said with a cheerful smile while singing as well.
"What song?" ask Nanda.
"Sheila on 7 is a Yank, a classic story for the future" said Dinda.
"Where's the song?" ask Nanda.
"See you, my friend, may we always be a classic story for the future". Dinda sang the ref part of the song.
"Ah good, good. I'm putting on that song" Nanda said.
"Well, what song am I?" This time, Mr. Prima was confused.
"Dad's got a sosmed?" ask Feza.
"Yes have, but never post" replied Mr. Prima smirked.
"Oalah, if that's what I'm using the song of the father's force. This intimacy ..."
"Don't be quick to pass" greeted everyone there connecting Dinda's song.
"Sir, don't be sad. We will still meet again in Jakarta" said Dinda comforted Pak Prima's heart.
"Yes sir, we have dinner at my house on Sunday night. Guaranteed to be addicted if it has been nyicipin my wife's cooking" welcome Nanda.
"I'm just sad, because I won't see your pillow face. No more screaming out of shampoo" said Pak Prima.
"Well, you collect the debt" said Feza.
"Haha, I don't owe. I am even sincere. I consider you my own children" replied Mr. Prima.
"By the way about debt, Lo has a debt of 13 rebuy yes the same me" Rama told Nanda while nudging roughly Nanda's shoulder.
"Yes, I'll pay right in town. Now my cash money is really abis" said Nanda while tidying up again because Rama pulled.
"Heh, forgot?" feza said while flicking his nails in front of Rama's face.
"Hehe, Nan ntar you pay to Feza aja" Rama said.
"Ck, it's still lacking that" concluded Feza.
"Yes-iya, less than 7 rebu doang I will definitely pay" replied Rama.
"You guys are 13 bamboo, 20 bamboo, still billed too?" said Mr. Prima bengong.
"Yes sir, we happen to be a collection of calculated people indeed" said Rama clearly.
"Well, the Feza owes me 50 thousand I sincerely" said Mr. Prima.
Finally, they all laughed because the money was actually just going around there. The one who issued the capital was Pak Prima to Feza, from Feza then borrowed Rama 20 thousand, then from Rama borrowed Nanda 13 thousand. Very calculated, isn't it? Who won whom money, but paid whose debt to whom.
1 Hour before Friday prayers began Nanda, Rama, and Pak Prima also left for the mosque on foot. They do not feel tired even though the journey to the mosque is quite far away, because in addition to being used to walking during their stay in the village they are also not alone.
Rama, Nanda, and Pak Prima had already reached the mosque when the mosque was almost full. They also get the back of the shaf.
The second time I set foot in this mosque. I said Maudy's name at the time, but it didn't seem like God meant me to be with her.
Now, I surrender to you, Lord. You want to make my destiny so this way I promise never to protest again. I will give you all the best according to your version.
If the name I'm calling isn't the same as the one you wrote for me, it doesn't matter. I am ready for all your surprises, O God. But I only asked for one, please don't be quick to meet me with Maudy. Let me live quietly in Jakarta without having to see it. It sounds impossible, but I believe you can do it. Just like when you turned her heart in an instant to leave me. Help me God, amiin.
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Uh yes, then there are comments like this in the chapter when Dinda was still dating Ariel:
😗 Thor, long-winded story does not like.
I said "Sorry, this is my first novel. Doain hopes to improve in the future".
But as I thought, maybe what he meant by rambling was his Dinda-Ariel story. Yes how yes, it is deliberately made so in order to do with the intent that the Authority is headed. That is; they dated long, kept breaking up.
Yes, the name is dating why, so-that's it, right? Eating, walking, fighting. And the ending is a soul mate. Because many you know people who experience the rich gini, dating long eh knowya not to be a marriage. Where his memories have been so many mountains rich in garbage, right nyesek ya!
The toy for you who are loyal to read from chapter 1 until now, thank you for being a loyal reader. There are even those who do not forget to like, until boom like that. Thank you very much, dear Authority you😚