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The ukhti 31

Whether it was the expression of taste or a joke, but there must have been a bit of relief in the King's heart after saying that word. The king himself also never thought he could say sudden words like he said. Sania looks at him sharply, Rumi giggles and the mesam king misbehaves.

"Do you want to continue learning?" ask Sania ketus.

"Yes dong, Dek," replied the King in the rest of his horse's grin.

Again the King repeated the verse which had stopped. Many times Sania snorted. Either the King was deliberately making a mistake or really misread it. But Sania was just trying to be patient. With great care, Sania guided the King until his reading came to the end of the verse.

"Alhamdulillah" said the two.

"Where? Is it still good to read my Qur'an?" the king asked as soon as he finished speaking hamdallah.

"Severe Friday, Bang," ledek Rumi.

"Yes not," said the King.

"Mistake no mistake, people make a lot of mistakes" said Sania.

"Alhamdulillah, means tomorrow is still learning again dong?" asked the King with both eyebrows rising down.

"Not only tomorrow, but so on the Qur'an is read and studied," hearing the words of Sania, the King immediately cheered. Whether it was an advice or an order that Sania made, but for the King it was a concern and an opportunity.

"Yeah! Okay, grandpa! As long as you guide me, I am ready to learn the Qur'an all my life with you" said the King.

"Good, Brother! Could be mulu dreadlocks," said Rumi interrupted by his giggles. While Sania, she really wants a non-jok man who is mesam mesam mesam in front of her.

"You guys are done? If you have, mending praying first, after that we eat," Mother's voice managed to divert the three and all simultaneously agreed.

Again, the King was demanded to become a priest and with a heavy heart the King also supported him. Although only read the letter of An ill-fated and Al sincere, but it is enough to make the King's heart ketar ketir during his time as a priest. Luckily Sania did not taunt him, maybe the woman understood, the King still needs to learn. Although he was still a bit doubtful, whether the King would forever study or just a moment keep returning to his bad habits. Sania just resigned. For him the important thing is to help the King.

"Who? There was Mudin's daughter" Abdul said as soon as he saw Sania with her son stepping towards the dining table after performing the Islamic prayer.

"Yes, Om. Abis ngajarin Rumi and Bang Raja." Reply Sania well-mannered while sitting on the chair opposite the table lined with Raja and Rumi.

"Alhamdulillah, doain ya, son. May the drunk be istiqomah and insyaf until the end of life," said Mr. Cuek while filling the plate with rice and side dishes. And Sania just nodded while smiling. The king could only hear the father's insinuations.

In addition to Sania, one by one they started filling the dishes with rice and other dishes. While Sania, she was silent because the King very confidently took food for her.

"Nasinya not most," protested Sania.

"Geez, one centong of time a lot? Eat a lot, let fatten a little," said the King regardless of the Sania protest.

Inevitably, Sania also accepted and devoured him. Actually, the rice was not too much. It's just that he feels bad eating at someone else's house in no small portion. And suddenly the atmosphere was silent. They enjoyed the meal without any chatter at all.

"Mba, Mba San if it's daytime what the hell? What's home at?" rumi asked as soon as she finished her meal.

"Yes, Rum. If not most to the shop help Umi with Abah," Sania replied.

"No job owner or what, San?" ask Lastri.

"The owner is his own business, Aunt. Just pumped capital first," Sania replied again.

"What effort?" ask Lastri again.

"Hijab equal accessories. And also gift knickknacks."

"Wahh! good idea, Mba. Here there is no table that sells like that, if there is also sometimes incomplete," said Rumi.

"What capital does it take?" The king who had been enjoying chicken feet had arrived to make a sound.

"Yes, there must be many, Bang," Rumi replied.

"Yes how many? Let me be the modalin, you get ready for what you need,"

The King's words were so relaxed while biting the feet of fried chicken made all the eyes there look at him in disbelief.

"meaning?"

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