DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
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There must be something else we don't know! Try to confirm to Mommy, the show starts at what time, giiih!” I asked Astrid to contact the owner of the event, so that what was lacking could be prepared immediately.

“Iya.” With a look of annoyed face, maybe in his heart Astrid said, ” new familiar already familiar! Pake rummage everything!!”

“Not ordered this well? But ask for help, because let's know if here you don't have a cell phone! Understandably on people but not repeated!”

“Iyeee!”

I went back to enjoying the cigarette suction while waiting for news from the hooded girl

black, “ This would like to attend a literary event what is slipping?!” My nosy move, Astrid sees me cynically.

“Kata Mommy, the show starts after Dzuhur.”

“Mashallah! We have to wait three hours?!”

“Yeah out how? Don't want to!” Astrid.

“Continue doing here? We chat outside, yeah?” My love

We also agreed to find a place to just discuss this impromptu profession,

this is not my first time being a host.

However, this nervous feeling still exists. Than the time left

this we waste, sometimes Astrid and I talk about the written world, sometimes tucked away also personal problems.

“Denger-denger want to marry well bang?” My eyes were wide open at Astrid's question.

“Kok he can know? Heem, it must be from this mother!”

“Tau from mommy well?”

“Iya.”

“Wah! Mother leaked also her person!” I murmured in my heart. “Mother by the way?”

“Heeeem, he said you'll be MC together with Haidar, but inget well Strid! Haidar is getting married, next month.” I don't know what you mean to explain that to the girl who is now sitting in front of me and it turns out she also works at a book publisher.

Until finally we dissolve in the atmosphere of the canteen under the stairs PDS. HB Jassin's

quite beautiful and indeed this is the place of artists, writers and cultural kongkow

which talks about the world of art and culture.

At length we spoke, there was one remark that an Astrid said, “Bang, I was comfortable chatting with brother.” For me this is already unnatural and I'm afraid to get caught up in a situation to be honest, Astrid is typical of the girl I'm looking for.

“Padahan Strid, long before my brother wants to get married. Brother asked the same Mother, to find a woman who is as professional and understands the work of people like this abnormal Brother.”

“Loh!Why did you say it wasn't normal?” astrid asked cutting off the conversation.

“Because not all women can accept a life partner who only works as

writer. Writers in this country have no clear bargaining position, all the prey of the industry! And we are like beggars asking for our royalties for medical expenses or buying child milk, and the value is not much.

What else to hear the story Mother feels like to finish the profession as a writer! Really writers lose fangs and get less priority in government policies both local and central.

It's natural! If classmate Andy Wasis died whimpering in a hospital room without the slightest compensation from the government!” Our conversation became a little saturated and again grazed into personal problems.

“Facebook.”

“What?! You married the woman you only knew in cyberspace, that fake world?! With fake name, fake photo, fake profile and fake address?!” Astrid was a little surprised by what I said and what it was.

“We're talking mate instead of Ayu Ting-Ting with her fake address.”

“Abang....Don't mess with a soul mate! Brother should know the shape and looks of him, do not buy a cat in a sack. Most importantly religion and morality, affairs he son of the rich or poor is business to all and consider it a bonus if you

getting rich kids. But where do you believe in morality and

her religion?!”

“If his religion is not perfect, let brother perfect it because I am a priest

for him, and I am also responsible for his bad good, and the brother who is obliged to lead him to heaven and will not let him be dragged with me to hell.”

Astrid looks extinct with a series of arguments that I convey whether right or wrong I do not know, which is clear as it is.

“Where does he live?”

“Sumatra."

It seemed that Astrid wanted to know a lot about who the woman who would be my next companion would be, and it seemed that she was the type of woman who was fun to be a friend to exchange ideas with, because what I think is never the same as what he says, but strangely every input from him becomes a logical consideration.

And I also briefly told the beginning of my meeting with Nanda.

“Bermula from my blackberry that was wrong upgrade and his contacts all lost. Forced me to start collecting one by one in the facebook inbox, facebook, while I share the status for those who have had a BB contact please reinvite and I put a bb pin in my status, a few minutes later, two or three men began to invade her.

But something I suspected, came the name Astrid, a name that was foreign to me to say and a little awkward in the ear. For the sake of friendship, I accept only that one creature that is out of nowhere from which country. “

“Then where is the special girl in your story?”

“He was always nosy with the statuses I posted in BB with comments that made me lazy to reply to chat from girls who did not live in Jakarta. The short story turns out to be him

have lived in Jakarta.”

“Honestly well bang, long before I knew my brother too. Astrid once asked Mommy to find a guy who wants to commit and not mess around. Astrid likes a batak guy and also he's a writer.”

Either he ngarang free or really looking for a guy who fits these criteria.

I just say yes even though there are a few regrets and very regretful, “Why Mother does not tell me if you have a protege like Astrid? I'm no hypocrite she's beautiful and smart. What do you wanna say? Attitude has been taken and consequences must be accepted.

Next month I have to go to Sumatra, pick up the destiny that I choose, even though until now a dime of money does not exist.

It was seen that some people were already busy climbing the stairs, and faintly heard

mother's voice, we also ended the conversation and immediately met the owner of the event, to question what kind of format the event?

“The usual way is the first speech from the PDS manager represented by Ibu Airin, prayer

which will be hosted by Ustadz Bobby Herwibowo, the video playback that you made at that time and the rest is friendly you set yourself what kind of format? Mother wants to prepare food first.” Obviously women who like the color purple, either there is another meaning with the color symbol or just like it.

“Ooh yes, the event after Dzuhur only and get ready first to pray well? You also do not forget to pray.”

“Iya Mother.” Astrid represents.