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38. Prospective Ghosts?

"Sociology assignment book last week spilled milk on my classmates. I have to copy everything from the beginning."

"Obidden what is spilling? Bede you are."

"Included, intentionally."

"Oh .. Yeah, okay. You have an empty book, right?"

"Not yet."

"Not far from here is a shop, you can buy books there."

"Do you have an empty book?"

Address wants to ask mine, from the gelagatnya anyway. Alah, rather than the extension of his business using the cry of all, meningan directly I love it. (Mother).

"Have it, I'll take it."

Abu enters his room to retrieve the sociology book and the empty book he promised. They worked on sociology together. Abu doesn't mind helping Madya.

***

Night

Ms. Hamidah approached her son who was studying. He looked at his son's back in amazement and amazement. Abu looked back.

"Hoah, surprise, Ma!" pekik Abu's. He thinks there's a kuntilanak coming into his room. The reason, the perfume of the mother jasmine out sharply. "Knock the door first dong, Ma, let me know if that man enters."

"Sorry, the end of Mama's hunt to meet Mama's son who is already this big." Hamidah stroked his two shoulders. "You and Madya don't fight often. Keep the relationship in order to last that way!"

"Mama! I'm just like he's got nothing!"

"No need to bo'ong with Mama. Mama saw earlier you guys fuss continue to dance together. Then you taught me what that lesson was."

"Denger was my explanation, Ma. Madya asked for help to become a dance partner. She can't dance yet when next week wants value."

"But we have nothing, Ma. Really-just temen. Uh, even just got to know. Yesterday's man I forgot who he was. Rarely out of class."

Ms. Hamidah gave a wider smile. "Bas with this Mama's son! Maybe you haven't realized that you actually like him. The proof is, you take him home. Just this first you invite girls to go home even though only to learn."

"That's because to be effective and efficient, Ma. He doesn't have a mini-compo for music. The usual tape. Even the cassette has none. Want to wear what dance? Looking for a 3/4 music radio?"

"Yes, Mama believed it. But Mama likes him, if you want to date him, he's also okay. My mom is blessed."

Bu Hamidah came out of Abu's room cheerfully. He had imagined Abu's wedding. He fully supports his school and his son's college, but having a son-in-law is also on his dream list.

There is hope at last too. Kirain she absolutely does not want to have a relationship with women. (Mrs Hamidah).

Meanwhile, Abu was upset in his room. Two women managed to shake his mood into undescription. However, it was undeniable that he began to sympathize with Madya.

I had absolutely no intention of decetin the 2 C boy anyway. Even sebel. But he turns out to often be colonized as his own? Very poor. So, my mama's a good match to talk to him? That's so cool. None of my friends are happy with Mama. (Mother).

Her phone rang. A short message from Madya came in vibrating his desk (his cellphone shake was indeed big, Bun!).

📳Madya: Ashes, thank you very much for everything today. I don't know how to thank you.

📳Abu: Easy, how to treat me every day.

📳Madya: Geez, I have no money. My allowance is limited.:'(

📳Abu: Yes it's easier, don't use any money. I helped you with your sociological work. Replace your help with chemical PR work.

📳Madya: Okay. But I also can't be chemical anyway, hehe.

📳Abu: Lha keep you what?

📳Madya: I can love you. Members even. []

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