Dear, My'Eve
WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THAT FREQUENT?

Ernest followed and waited outside from the place of worship that was inside the tourist attractions.

He glanced at it fully researching, "why should this often?" ask him in his heart while staring at the domed building that is not too big. But from here, he could see some friends, teachers and other visitors coming in and out.

Gibran sat down beside Ernest and put his shoes that had been removed earlier. Her hair was wet with water, "you wait for Ai?" ask Gibran.

Ernest nodded, "wait on!"

"Gue mah out of embarrassment if not worship, usually hebong-bolong--" kekeh Gibran realized his mistake. Ernest also chuckled, because he was the same as Gibran was not a servant who obeyed worship, impressed indifferent like no confidence.

"I'm the same!" both are ria.

"Well, aren't you just Sunday?" ask Gibran.

"Yes, almost as rich as you. But I'm lazy, after all nothing, no sin." Ernest answered lightly to make Gibran's eyed shrivel.

"That's how we're different. You see, if I don't do it directly with gift-sin,"

Ernest blinked, "well, keep it up you know of sin. But still lo lasalin, malesnya?"

Gibran chuckled, "yes I was wrong. Males sometimes don't make it, bro!" answer's alibi.

"Why do we have to worship so often? Not enough once?" ask Ernest.

Gibran rolled his slow eyes, "emhh, well! That I don't know either!" the two laughed instead, Gibran's reply making Ernest shake his head.

"So it's already written the verse," said Aisya sitting next to his bag placed Ernest on the side, the legs that are visible on the back of his feet indicate that Aisya is white and smooth, " the five-time worship is not an idea without purpose, but rather aims to discipline oneself in the framework of one's daily life in gratitude, given who the Creator is, but aims to discipline themselves in order to give thanks, not to mention the actual worship movement in health science also has benefits for every joint and body, itung-itung again relaxation of the body. Even if the one who wants to sin, because of the worship 5 time will be God's inget deh, and my sin today is---" Aisha saw Gibran and Ernest.

"You," the fierce remark pointed at Ernest. Gibran laughed at Ernest's surprised face, "hahaha!"

"To me? When do we sin?" ernest asked, as Ai put on her shoes.

"Well! What are you two doing?" point at Gibran, but Aisya only breathed in a breath of air without answering.

Aisya dropped herself on the bed, after a full day of educational travel. Suddenly her tears fell down her tail until she touched the tip of her hijab.

"*Just friend Aisya-just friend*! Like Ayu," his own murmur closed his eyes.

As for Ernest, he took off his jacket and shoes carelessly, without wanting to pick them up again.

His body was still staring at the ceiling of the room, but his eyes were staring far away considering all the beautiful moments that were only a moment with Aisya but were very imprinted inside him. Once imprinted until he was in a dilemma, his heart was moved to further find out about Aisya's beliefs which he found interesting. There was something in him that was so enthusiastic to dive further. He who was experiencing a crisis of confidence felt the meaning of hearing every temple that Aisya gave, like a flush of mountain water amid drought.

Ernest's phone ringing made Ernest glance at him lazily, "hallo?!"

(..)

"Okay, I'm there!"

He again pulled the jacket but different from the jacket he was wearing, then grabbed the key of his motorcycle and helmet. He came back down from upstairs.

"Where are you going?!" asked his mama yelled, just annoyed that this second child was different from the others, smart but naughty. Rarely at home.

"Find Trias a little while ma," he kissed his mother's cheeks at a glance, scrambled his sister's hair and left.

Her mother nodded, "not knowing. Most play to the house bang Trias," answered his mother calmly, whether he is too indifferent or is already so ordinary. According to him, the age of his son was a fun time with friends, girlfriend.

"Where's Ernest?" ask papa Edo.

"Get out, he said he met Trias." replied Mama Iren.

"Ck, why don't you ban it? He will soon want OSN, time is still messing around. Don't let him race wild again! I'm tired of taking care of Ernest's problems!" the man in his casual clothes was sitting with a laptop.

Mama Iren mele nguh long, his fault again! He is always to blame when children deviate from the wishes of the husband. He was equally tired of working.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Nlt!"

The girl's voice shouted loudly as she knocked on the door of her room.

"Ernest hunt! It's late!" he shouted, then he opened the door handle of Ernest's room which turned out to be unlocked, he smiled and did not waste this opportunity. Aunt Iren and Edo will have no problem if she goes into their son's room.

Seen the idol is still sound asleep with the prone position, Ernest is really handsome even in the middle of slumber sskalipun.

Caroline sat on the edge of the mattress with her press body knee-length dress and sling bag, watching Ernest closely. Her smile never faded from her pretty face.

"Babys!" whispering, the sound disturbed his hearing. Ernest who just came home at 2pm tonight was surprised by the presence of a girl in his room, "why here?!" he was shocked.

But Caroline instead laughed amusedly plus anxious, "wake you up, the others already on first. I'm just staying with you doang, yuk huk! Sunday morning gini likes to get stuck!" he scowled pointing at the watch on his wrist.

Ernest frowned, "let's go, I don't!" push him back to pull the blanket, immerse himself in the brown blanket.

"Well, that can't be it! I defended the other one. Alone, if you want me too, I want here nemenin lo sleep?!" threateningly, at first Ernest was not afraid, at most it was just a bluff Caroline alone.

But apparently the girl did not play around by taking off her shoes and raising her legs on the bed, it was felt by Ernest, where the bed behind her body moved. Actually this young man had woken up just thought with him back to sleep Caroline wanted to leave, but he was wrong. Caroline seems to be a reckless girl.

"What do you want?!" Ernest nodded his head staring fiercely, what a shameless girl.

"You need to sleep, nemenin lo,"

"Lo crazy?! Would you like to meet up with Bo?!" asked Ernest fiercely and angrily.

"Bo do very, I don't care!" answer Caroline lightly.

Inevitably Ernest got up, he hissed, "lo wait outside! OUTSIDE HOME! I'll be out!" but Caroline was not hurt, she smiled broadly.

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Just for information, maybe this work leads to a more spiritual journey Ernest with Aisya yes with spiced up unusual love conflicts. Not like in general who should shoot dal il let alone war, rich Tyre Rope 😁😁