Dear, My'Eve
FLEETING SENSE

It was never imagined for Aisya to be able to chat at length, explaining something in a mere few tens of minutes with Ernest.

Suddenly, Aisya voluntarily felt so familiar as to have known the young man for a long time. The young man who initially so he avoided and rejected raw.

Aisya handed over a letter with a letter carrying the school logo along with a request for permission for the visit to be held, with the signature column of the parents of the students concerned at the end of the word. Without a doubt Umi affixed his sign after reading the contents of the visit will be held on the weekend with the aim of Taman Mini Indonesia Indah. Then Aisya kept the letter well.

"Tumben taun now mah negi the totality of his support, whose donor is it?" umi put the plate containing the recently cooked capcay. Capcay umi emang best with all the stuffing vegetables that still look fresh do not wither, equipped with shrimp, tofu and baso, yummy!

Aisya scoops her rice and side dishes before she has to get ready for tutoring. The daily rotation of Aisya activities in the 4 places - that's it, school, school, school, and home, may be quite boring for some children, but not with Aisya. Definition of a house girl and not neko-neko.

Before he left bimbel ushered umi who is a multi-talented chef can, a hayuk ojek maker, the doctor also yes to the place where he bimbel. First he fills his nutritional intake so that his brain is strong nopang science, not one-sided.

"Neither know." The answer is short, because it is not who and what the reason for the school to hold a visit that he thinks now, he is more interested in thinking if later he will go there with whom.

The smile of the teenage girl is sweet. Apparently Ernest's seedlings had already begun to take root within the recesses of the heart.

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Aisya enter every provision needed, such as drinks, snacks and changing shirts do not forget the sane brain, because ngadepin Ernest needs a healthy brain so as not to join the bell later. Ernest?? Comeon! His mind went to Ernest.

"Don't forget the money is just as simple in a safe place, if you need a wallet in rantein!" the message of the mother is always that cool if her child wants to go alone to the crowd. It was as if the earth was the cruelest place among the cluster of the Milky Way, and the rest of the valley was poisonous.

"Cie, son don't want to go out!" goda Raudhah who chose to relax at home helped the Umi, because this Saturday there is no schedule of lectures and other forum activities.

Pajama T-shirts so choice Raudhah with instant blue hood, initially the plan tonight this week want to meet Ahsan, Ahsan, but because the third person wants to be careless while studying to the mini park so their event must be postponed.

"Belvin. Let's not kodim!" aisha answered with her blue triangle veil, she sipped the tip and linked a brooch on the left chest. Codim-colots in the house [get old at home ]

"Sadly," Raudhah screeched as she rolled her eyes lazily, her sister always had an answer to reply. It then comes out to heat the motor in the carport.

"Abi, don't you want to give pocket money more so afraid of drinking water there the price is 50 thousand a bottle?!" aisya shouted as abi had just walked out of the room with a thick white book, majmu sharif.

"Thank you," replied his abi. Suddenly Raudhah and the Brotherhood laughed at his sister's wry face.

"Nih, aa give extra pocket money but if the little boy is 2 thousand, not much!" his god pulled out a piece of ash money where his national figure pouted like Aisya now being teased.

"Kalo don't sincerely mengdingan don't need. Ai's money from abi is more than that," he said.

"Ikhlas, that's why I love Ai."

"That's ah, that's aa!" he replied, Ai was always bullied by her two brothers, but she never wanted to lose, and that was always the entertainment in this house.

"Be careful, Mukena was not taken?" ask umi.

Aisya nodded, "taken." Mukena made of thin and light he always takes it anywhere while on the way including to school.

"Full mobile theater? Watch out there don't be careless" continued Abi as Aisya grabbed the back of her hand for her kiss.

"Udah abi's. Ai go first, assalamu'alaikum!"

Now he alternately treats umi, Arin tea and a Ikhwan.

Since today Raudhah is off, then the task of Umi as Ojek Aisya carried by him.

This 20-year-old girl coats clothes with a thin sweater and wears a helmet without bothering to change her pajamas first.

"Ai go yes, assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Holding his shoulder as a pedestal then he climbed onto the motor matic, between the atmosphere that was not yet bright.

"It was always going to meet Ahsan, but it was canceled because you want to go to Tmii..." Raudhah opened his voice as a hand movement turned the motor steering through the blocks in his housing complex.

Aisya laughed, "yes, just say it to the house. Let all of you be asked when you want to preach?!"

"Ck. That's a life-sitter-auto told to break up with abi, umi let alone aa." replied Raudhah nagging.

"Yes anyan teteh, already know can not date still reckless. Bener said aa, if it is a serious intention to come to the house, bring her parents female preachers, not only dare to walk doang, then the end will be left to make a heartache." replied Aisya.

"Yes, that's the concept too. His name is also exploratory, nyari matching. If the sermon continues to turn out that marriage does not match it even triggers divorce," his alibi argued. Occasionally Raudhah flicked the speed of the motor when the speed of the road faltered either because of the queue of vehicles or stop'an lights.

"Tere to be. Ai does not understand too much if invited gini debate. Still plain," he replied chuckling.

"What do you think is there a guy who is demenin in school? Usually the SMA times are the most beautiful because of the meeting, the same moment is calm but the sweetest demen. There are no feelings for the opposite sex? Or as if there is a guy who is decket, that's when yesterday sent the same flower food to the house, who the hell?!" raudhah asked, but Aisya felt jolted and disarmed by Raudhah's question, maybe if the same person, Aisya would not hesitate to answer her brother's question, but Ernest's problem....Aisya lowered her head and shook her head, "there isn't. Don't know, don't know," he said takit was dragged again with a more deadly shot of Raudhah tea.

Aisya drugged on the tea Raudhah who had passed away. A bus car was already prepared for their departure, the moderate boisterousness of the school's would-be genius children accompanied the preparations for their departure.

Aisya tightened the rope of her carrying bag about to step towards Nistia, but a hand thrusting a cup bread point characteristic of a minimarket containing hot chocolate that still puffed the smoke right in front of Aisya until the girl braked her pace.

Aisya smilingly asked back, "are you yet?"

Ernest shook his head, "without a beat," he answered briefly, "that's me, "without bothering to wait for Aisha's answer, he pulled the girl's hand to sit down to join Gibran, Nistia and the other children were still outside the bus to just do the same.

"Eh,"

"Breakfast Ai" Gibran said, lifting a spoonful of yellow rice that he was about to devour.

Aisya nodded briefly, "monggo. Oh, thanks, thank you."

Apparently because they have to go so early, many of them do not have time to eat breakfast at home and prefer to supply breakfast.

Ernest recommended a minimarket white crackle containing bread and other snacks, "make bekel on the way, hold." True, this young man seemed to stop by first to the 24-hour minimarket to buy food.

"Make me? But I already brought it," asked Aisya shaking her bag by scratching her shoulder to show her bag containing provisions.

"For us, I don't bring the bag," replied Ernest alibi with a wide grin made Aisya frown clueless but did not mind pulling the crackle into his arms and put it in the bag.

"No weight? Later there let me carry my bag," said Ernest.

"Haduhhh, feel so lope in the middle of this mah, euy!" goda Gibran, the other. Ernest grinned while Aisya just lowered his head deeply.

"Heem, gemes myself! Uh!" Nistia even hit Gibran's shoulder so desperately.

Mr. Wage came out with 2 other teachers from the direction of the teacher room carrying with him a loudspeaker similar to the one used by Ernest to declare his love last time.

"Tests!"

"Told to the children, please march, in the absence first yes! The ones mentioned by name entered one by one into the bus,"

Aisya just realized the purpose of the *the former we* it turns out Ernest has already pulled his hand, "sitting with me huh?!" the handsome face of the teenager raised his eyebrows and smiled amusedly, apparently this stock is Ernest's wits in order to be with Aisya every day.

"Are you intentionally not carrying a bag?" Aisya raised her eyebrows high with a fierce face.

Ernest chuckled without replying with Aisya's exact guess.

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