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43. Attending Witness

Madya and Asa arrive in front of the school gate. The favorite high school has been deserted from the back and forth of its students. Some students who are still in school are concentrating on extra-curricular activities. Others may be stuck at home.

"Remain to afternoon school?"

"The goal is not school, but the back."

Madya parked the motorcycle that once banged directly over it then pulled Asa's arm into a small field. Near the hidden square are several houses. Madya guides Asa towards one of the houses.

He knocked on the door of the house with an impatient knock. A mature woman opened the door.

"Yes, who's looking?" ask the woman.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a mas-mas who was once a journalist. This house or next door? I'm sorry I forgot about the lack of obvious love."

"Oh .. If the former journalist is here his house. Next to the most beautiful ex."

"Is there a?"

The woman looked at Madya and Asa from head to toe with a frown.

"Wait a minute, I'll call you. Please sit down first" said the woman as she headed to the inner room.

Two high school girls were looking around. On the wall of the room was a wedding photo. The woman turns out to be the wife of a former journalist who is being sought by Madya. In the photo, the former journalist looks to be in his twenties.

Asa took a photo album in the cabinet under the table. He looked through the photo on the front cover with the inscription 'holiday of 2003'.

Last year's photo? (As).

"Mad, this is a new photo last year that guy's been om-om, why do you call it 'gold' anyway?"

"Okay, forgot! When I met first I called 'father', but because his age is not much different from the future version of me, the release called 'mas'. Akh, it's okay, right?"

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In the kitchen

"Mas Asrul, there's something about you, young. Who are those girls? How they call 'mas'. What is the real gossip that says your job is a young and beautiful woman? You said a photo of nature!"

"Wait, something needs to be straightened out. First, the rumors are true and false. Actually, sometimes I shoot young women. It is wrong that beauty is relative. Sometimes I think it's pretty, sometimes not. Second, I haven't seen his guests. It could be what I've photographed, it could not be. Third, the natural landscape. Man is also a creation of God which belongs to the members of nature. So yes it's a natural sight too."

The former journalist was so rational that he often forgot that beings called 'wives' sometimes do not need rationality. All it takes is a reflex answer such as:

"Did my diet work? I'm kurusan already?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Is she pretty?"

"Who am I?"

"You."

Finishing the lecture with a high exposure to rationality, Mr. Asrul found the wife had gone red. A glass throw made of melamine is inevitable.

Cloth ....

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Living room

Vaguely the two young girls (the fake one) heard the sound of goods banging.

"What's the sound, Mad?"

Madya's ears twitched. "Melamine glass has a capacity of 350 ml."

I heard a voice again.

"This is a plastic plate with a diameter of 21 cm" Madya said.

"Wow, that's really cool of you, Madame. How can you tell?"

"When you marry, you know. They are already pro level, no matter how many years married. If the beginner is usually the material of the shard, it runs out of it crying regretted having broken the expensive item."

Asa mangosteen although not fully understand the problem of mamak-mamak. Plus, later in 2010 and above, the treasure of mamak-mamak increased, namely plastic cutlery branded Tumplekwer.

If you dare to eliminate the product Tumplekwer, undoubtedly say goodbye to a soft mattress. Please bob in the living room or on the terrace while listening to mamak lectures with the longest script.

Before long, Mr. Asrul came out to meet Asa and Madya with messy hair.

"Corn, Mas, uh, sir. I'm sorry it's her hair" said Madya, pointing at Mr. Asrul's hair.

"Oh, that's okay. Sorry, but it can't be broken. I'm sorry, who are these people and what's needed?"

"Look Ma-Pak, we've met when there was a child who was carried by an ambulance on the deck of the field," said Madya while pointing at the field in question. "Well, he said, you're willing to testify, right?"

"I said so?"

Wooo, bafingans! (Madyyas). []

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