Dear, My'Eve
GRATEFUL

Ernest nodded in understanding, when it comes to Aisya's beliefs it is true. Nothing is justified if the reason is only because of a partner. It all starts with the heart and the self.

But there is nothing Aisya does know, all this time all Aisya's stories and explanations did not want to make Ernest interested to explore the beliefs that Aisya believes.

"Where are you grateful for Aisha?"

"One of them is with worship 5 times, which I practice every day. In other words you are grateful every day for all the life you have been given," Aisya nodded open every page of the book she held.

"Even if it's bitter?" ernest asked, Aisya again nodded confidently, "even bittersweet."

"Including if you're playing cello, right?" ernest asked jokingly, Aisya initially glared sharply because Ernest's silly questions bothered him to read. Then Ernest chuckled, "it's just nanya, Sya.natapnya already rich medusa aja, later I'm more dear!"

"Yes. Including the time you kejeblos cello that water items, make you smell, dirty, mengetawainan people! Ha! Less what else?" challenge Aisya nyolot, making Ernest laugh, "bikin no longer handsome!"

"Yes, make you turn into a cello monster right!" fiery dream.

"Ah, why should you be grateful if you make a loss?!" Ernest.

"Because behind the disaster there is always a silver lining, with allotments to the cello you will be more careful in the future, will know if there is a cello, right, no more careless actions that can get you into the same hole. With you dirty, ugly and smelly you will look more at yourself if you can be ugly whenever God wants, so can not be arrogant!" answer Aisya.

Ernest's smile did not fade for a second, if at first he laughed because it was ridiculous then now he smiled because Aisya's answer was amazing.

"Ck!" Gibran chuckled to find the two henchmen sitting among dozens of books but what was done instead discussed the grateful chapter.

"The two of you are looking for discussion here, the other is already on cranky nyariin. The Ardi almost fainted Nest, because of the lameness! Again, read what the hell, a really big hen! Bok3p is it?!" the accuser sat next to Ernest sliding similar in angkot.

"Yes, you want to?! I bought 10 editions?!" Ernest struck a book in Gibran's head and moved.

"Udah Ai? Take any book, let me pay!"

"I take 2 Yes Nest, this is the same this one!" Aisya lifted 2 books and then called Ernest, "beh! This one!"

It was not Aisha or Ernest who arranged where they would eat lunch today, but the four humans who were now mediators between the two.

"*Resto All you can it*! !"

Here are the characteristics of young people, if not a coffee shop so called cafe children, yes food all gabres! Let's say rich trash can is also important full hull until next week. Unlike the ciwi-ciwi who if anything must be immortalized, let everyone know if now they are eating what and where, the other is with Gibran and Ardi.

The atmosphere was quite hot, not because of disputes or debates but because it was both in front of the grill.

Ardi and Gibran again scramble beef thin ala-ala bacon, "this is mine, that's part lo!" with chopsticks in hand, the two put aside and stack the food for themselves without caring about the others, anyway still can take it again. The important thing is that they are full until the tubun. Gini nih if the descendants of the Qarun, fear first and out of people, they are more cool themselves plus stingy.

"Ck-ck, basic Qarun! I swear to you kimchi sprain!" said Ajeng hissing, his eyes pointed to a bowl of mustard kimchi in front of him, which he had arranged in such a way as to look aesthetic in front of the camera.

"Lo's sworn it's Jeng, hopefully turn around the same thing that swore!" answer Gibran.

Ernest shook his head as well as Aisya, "lo both rich sure want to be alone, want to stack as much as anything, if the capacity of the hull lo only so much as that free, will not enter!"

"Partially I am confused, this is a dinner event what is a photo session as well as free debate? It's a storm, want to eat really hard!" sahut Ernest put the pieces of meat that he had seasoned before with secret sauce restaurant.

"Or, after all eat enough try to stop before full, one-third eat, one-third drink, one-third breath.ntar mubadzir," continued Aisya.

"Abis kok Ai, this is so small for me, especially not to use rice just use instant noodles doang!" reply Ardi.

"steel, saravvv. Lo kampungan very instant noodles! So do not eat mostly raw yam, so your brain is rich in sweet potatoes!" the Gibran circus laughed at the others.

Ernest flipped the meat he had placed on the grill, then thrust it in front of Aisya's mouth, "try this one, it's delicious!" shortened nod. Ernest further advanced his flesh, clearly not wanting to put it in Aisha's bowl, but asking Aisya to eat directly from her chopsticks, "didn't he?" both eyes were round until the cross saw it, "mateng Ai,"

Hap!

The mangrove-like cheeks it chews full of taste, "great emhhhh!" nodding, Aisya also did the same thing with the intention of wanting Ernest to feel the concoction, "try gini! Let it look like a jaya on mukbang culinary tv-tv!" he dipped the piece of meat into the spiced sauce and then put it on the lettuce to cover, not with chopsticks, but Aisya immediately fed it with his hands into Ernest's mouth, just contact the scene uwu reflex makes the four silent, it feels their existence is not so much impact.

"Njiirr I am, so even ngenes really see people bribe!" Gibran.

"My bribe is dong Ai!" pinta Ardi was told by Nistia while laughing.

"Gue also wants to be called Nest!" whining Gibran flailing Ernest's arm flirtatious.

"Just anjayyy!" Ajeng stuck out his tongue which Aisya laughed at.

"Diginiin?" Ernest pushed stubbornly Gibran who immediately complained.

"Kamvreetts,"

"Say you ask diginin?!" shoot Ernest he's obviously being nosy.

"I mean bribed rich Ai. Not the rich ditoyor Ardi, ah! He devours the suki he scoops from the sauce violently.

"Lah you said it right after Ardi in toyor Nistia."

Aisya could not help but laugh crisply, she did not expect that her Sunday was now more colorful with the presence of Ernest.

Aisha was praying towards Ernest and his friends behind the gate. Before actually leaving Ernest made a phone-like hand gesture as code on Aisya.

"Hayuk Nest, ah! Shrimp kali gapelnya erah! This is the son of the producer on turning!" Gibran patted Ernest's shoulder to leave immediately in front of Aisya's house.

Aisya is like the mood booster, she was the day began to fade and bored Aisya present make bright and excited again.

After saying goodbye on a different road, Ernest turned his motorcycle towards his way home.

Sunday is indeed a place for the family to gather, considering the ordinary days they will all be busy with their respective lives.

Papa's car and two motorcycles are parked beautifully in the carport, indicating that if they have returned home, he turns off the motorbike next to the mama's motorbike, then enters the house.

"Abis met a girl named Aisya?"

Ernest stopped his steps just 3 steps away from the entrance. The female voice that Ernest had memorized shocked him greatly.

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