Angel Surgaku (Female Halalku)
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Micah was still comfortably asleep in a thick blanket, yesterday's trip made him really tired, the sunlight began to peek behind the window curtains making Micah forced to open his beautiful eyes slowly.
"Astagfirullah was already noon" his screech immediately sat down. Micah swiped his phone screen, at 06:48. He was late for sahur and dawn prayers.
"Why doesn't anyone wake me up?" Micah asked confusedly to himself, is it possible that everything has awakened him but he did not wake up when he woke up?.
He quickly read a prayer of fasting intention and then got out of bed and took a small bag containing toiletries in the suitcase and walked into the bathroom. After finishing the bath Micah immediately put on his clothes and polished his face with natural makeup.
'Drett'
Micah took his mobile phone vibrating on the table.
"Dad's assalamualaikum"
"Waalaikumsalam, how's that over there, son? It was dawn sahur, right?" Ask the father.
"Here comes father's rame, Harry's family on well to Micah. At dawn Micah was not my father, he was Micah ketapean deh. You see yesterday nyampe Harry's house at 11 o'clock dad's mallem"
'Tut'
Micah kept the phone in his ear and looked at his cell phone that turned out to be dead, he just remembered last night he went to sleep without touching his phone.
Micah lazily clenched his cell phone on the table and rushed out of his room and approached Harry's room.
Micah looked at Harry's room door hesitating. Is Harry awake? or haven't. After he gathered his courage to knock on Harry's bedroom door. He finally knocked on the door hesitating.
"Her?" Tap Micah. There was no answer or response.
"Harry" he knocked back Harry's room.
As Micah was about to knock back, the door of the room opened wide and displayed Harry's still-sleepy figure.
"What's wrong Mik? It's still morning" Harry said confusedly when he saw Micah's neat appearance.
"I want nanya, you woke me up at dawn? I woke up bad luck" Harry was silent for a moment.
"Ohh, in this house there is nothing legitimate because no one is fasting. At least father" he replied casually, his face showing that he was still very sleepy. Micah frowned confusedly.
"Just dad? Aren't you satisfied, too, yesterday?" Micah muttered. It was as if Harry had regained his senses, straightened his body and paled, normalizing his voice.
"Eh, I mean, uh I. Kan yesterday we came home really malem, my sister also returned home really malem, often late wake up so rarely sahur. At least I woke up to sahur. If not coming home too lazy yes I sahur lah, Gitu Micah" Micah nodded hesitantly to hear Harry's explanation.
"Well, now we have breakfast. You wait at the dinner table, I'll take a shower first" Micah shook his head.
"I fast Her" refused Micah.
"Who? Is it not sahur, the time of fasting? Strong one?" harry asked, confused.
"I am strong, besides not sahur can also fast, rather than at all"
Micah's speech plaque was like a slap to Harry.
"Well, I am fasting too. Losing time with you" Harry's tease hides his shame. Micah smile.
"Oh haha, I'm waiting in the middle of the room"
"Yes, it's okay if you want to wait in the room"
"Huh?" Micah Excited.
"You mean your room" Harry answered quickly.
"Thong ah, bosen. I went to the living room huh" Micah said with an embarrassed smile, leaving Harry behind. Harry watched Micah's back, his heart always asking, Why is he doing all this? Inviting Micah to Jakarta just to change him like Nabila, treating Micah softly to be seen as a good man, changing the lo-gue language style to me-you. Wh-wh-what for?.
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"Om" cried Micah excitedly as he saw Harry's father sitting in the chair.
"Eh Micah, here baby. Call me dad" Micah smiled and sat down on the couch.
"Dad again what?" mikha asked looking for a topic.
"Here, dad again look at the news. Have you had breakfast?"
"I fasted dad"
"Eh? You are sahur" Micah shook his head.
"So no one woke up"
"You know you like fasting, I woke you up at dawn. I thought you didn't like fasting"
"Like father, except if there is another obstacle" Micah answered, they had been talking for almost twenty-five minutes. Harry walked up to Micah.
"Yuk" Harry asked.
"Isn't the courtesy usually at 9?" Ask Dad.
"Harry wants to take the streets of Micah first well. Harry pamit, yu Mik"
"Yes, be careful in your path"
"Yes yeah. Assalamualaikum" said Micah.
"Waalaikumsalam" Harry's father replied with a smile that continued to expand. May Micah change Harry, his heart.
"Where's Her?" Ask Micah when he is sitting in the car.
"We go for a walk, look at monas"
"You may be well, richly absorbed" answered Micah girang.
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After going around the monas they decided to go to the studio directly. Harry got out of the car first.
"For Harry" said the Princess after getting out of her car. Harry threw his smile at the princess.
"Morning is also Put" Harry answered as he walked around the car and opened the next door. The Princess' smile faded as she watched a woman get off Harry's car.
"That's who?" tanyanya doesn't like it.
"Oh, know Put. This is Micah, my girlfriend"
"What's? A boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend?" Putri asked in disbelief, in vain his efforts to slander Nabila in order to return to Bandung. It turns out that Harry prefers to look for other women, did Harry never see how much love he had for Harry?.
"What the hell is Put? I'm normal so I'm dating"
"That's not what I mean by Her"
"We're talking in this room, Put" Harry cut off while pulling Micah's soft hand into the studio. Many glanced at Micah as he walked into the studio. Because this is all Harry's plan, so it's not wrong that many people look at Micah confused, while Micah knows he is just a substitute model.
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"You wait here, do you want to come with me?"
"Where?"
"Princess's Photo"
"The girl?" micah asked doubtfully, for Micah had just seen the Princess looking at her with a dislike look.
"Yes, how?" Ask Harry.
"Follow it out"
"Yeah yuk, later you I took a picture a little afternoon huh. You see, there's a lot to photograph" Micah nodded.
Micah faithfully accompanied Harry who was aiming at the Princess, not knowing why he felt the Princess always looked at him as if Micah was his enemy. No time to show at 12, Harry was already sitting next to him when a model named Jihan had finished the photo.
"No laper? Sure strong?" Micah smiled then shook his head.
"How strong, how about dzuhur, which mosque?"
"Cross there, let's get anterin. It's time to rest too, we go for a walk" said Harry.
After a walk and a prayer Micah again waited for Harry with his work, until the time he was photographed at 4pm. As the Maghrib marched on, Harry and Micah stopped their activities, Harry gave Micah a bottle of mineral water.
"Go home, we find an iftar place" Harry said as he put his camera into a special bag of cameras.
"Yuk" Harry pulled Micah's hand up to the car park.
After eating at the restaurant they continued their walk last afternoon.
'Drett' Harry stopped his car by the side of the road.
"Hallo Bim"
"Where else?" Harry glanced at Micah at a glance.
"Again around Jakarta with Micah"
"Yes, take him to the club. I'm with Cindy in the 10s"
"OK ready, bye" Harry turned off his call and returned to his car.