First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
29. Campus Chicken

After returning from the mosque, Hamish woke Firda to bathe and pray at dawn. While Firda was in the bathroom, Hamish pulled the mattress pad that was stained with the virgin blood of Firda to replace it with a clean one.

Ckk, virgin blood, rich' horror movie title.

Umi scrunched her forehead to see Hamish carrying a lot of dirty cloth, usually Firda.

Badung-badung so, the business of washing Firda can and is ordinary except cooking. Until now Firda only helped wash dishes and cut vegetables.

His name is human, and nothing is perfect.

"Hmm, Mish, is Firda sick?"

"No, Mi."

"Certainly? Tumben you want to purify, he..."

"His son-in-law Umi is fine, now pray again." Hamish replied before Umi finished her sentence.

Hamish quickly put the bed sheet into the washing machine so that Umi does not know, he was embarrassed if Umi to see the blood stain.

For Umi himself, teenagers of Firda's age if his prayers before the nongol sun is not a strange thing. Because there are still many people who are close to the time of the new Dhuha morning prayer.

If asked why the new hour of prayer, the answer rather than not praying?

Hamish soon passed before Umi asked a lot.

Let's just say all exercise by helping with homework, Abah and Hamish will sweep and clean the yard. The task of cleaning the house inside is already the responsibility of Firda.

In Hamish's room there is no fan, because there is already air conditioning or AC. Hair dryer also does not exist, want to dry hair using a cardboard tear? Finally, hand seals.

With her hair still wet and long, Firda came out from inside the room. Umi stared at Firda's path a little bit more, but pretended not to see. Moreover, seeing Firda's wet hair, Umi could guess what had happened.

"Make milk, keep you resting in the room, Fir! For today let Umi herself do the work."

"Huh? Why, Umi?"

Firda did not know the intention of her mother-in-law forbidding herself to help as usual.

"You must be tired? Umi used to be from there, already back to the room. Later you want to go to campus again, if it's too soy you can get sick you know."

Although Firda still does not understand why it is forbidden to help in the kitchen, he also complies. Because actually he is also not strong to stand for long, he wants to sit or lie down.

Hayoo...Who is MP like Firda... To stand alone the feet feel trembling.

"Still sick?" hamish asked into the room because he did not see Firda in the kitchen or sweep the house as usual.

"A little bit, but my legs feel shaky when standing for a long time, why yes, Bang? What because ...."

Hamish immediately placed his index finger in front of Firda's lips.

"It will be good by itself. Yes already, you just rest in the room. If you are ashamed of Umi and Abah, we have breakfast outside?"

Firda nodded.

******

Hamish invites Firda to breakfast chicken porridge not far from the campus, while Hans and Syakila are also having breakfast.

Firda who walked over with a bit strange and a slightly pale face made Hans stare instantaneously, but Firda did not care. His hand just grabbed the pinky hand Hamish hand to join him, Hamish jerked.

Hamish was not unwilling to hold Firda in his arms, he was just worried that Firda was embarrassed to walk with him.

"That's not romantic, losing is much the same as still dating." Firda sneered a glance at Hans who was sitting clinging to Syakila.

Lose the same truck, if the truck is holding not sticking. Ngantri sembako cheap new.

"No, I'm afraid you're ashamed to walk the same way, brother." Hamish clasped Firda's palm and invited him to sit right in front of Hans and Syakila's table.

"Ngapain's ashamed, my brother's my husband. We too..." Firda dropped his head spoiled on Hamish's arm while chuckling in shame, all of Hans' manas-manasin.

Firda was sure that Hans knew Firda liked him, didn't Firda like to look for Hans' attention all along? Hans alone who sok kecakepan mentang-opposed estimated to be selling expensive.

Hearing Firda say about what they had done last night with incomplete sentences, Hamish just smiled as he rubbed Firda's head slowly.

That affection had started to grow as he who had touched Firda completely. If anyone says it too soon, it's like that.

Firda had already given up what was most precious of him, continuing what else was lacking.

Their order was not long ago already on the table, Firda ate voraciously. Whether it is hungry or doyan, different thin. Earlier this morning it had spent extra energy even though the resigned mode, but it was the same.

When it reaches the top, it takes a lot of energy, right?

Hans who noticed how to eat Firda and the treatment of the adult man next to him became no longer tasteful with chicken porridge in front of him.

Firda who used to like attention, suddenly being indifferent and pretending not to know himself made Hans feel that something was missing. Syakila who was next to him could only silently stare at Firda and Hamish.

"What, finish the food! Later we are late you know." Syakila reprimanded to Hans snobs friendly.

"I'm full, let's go!" Hans hurriedly stood up while carrying his backpack and then stepped quickly and climbed onto the motorcycle seat that was placed in front of the chicken porridge stall, so hurriedly until he forgot to pay.

*****

"Next to the cafe, right?"

Firda was about to get out of the car and turned to Hamish.

Tumben in tawarin.

"What's up there? Is there another Rose?"

Hamish immediately flicked Firda's forehead.

"Who knows you want to mess around, you can go home with me, brother."

"No ah, yesterday I was not given a drink. Stingy brother, I'm going to mom's house, kangen. I'm going home to take Raka with me, okay? Drug..." Firda got out of the car without waiting for an answer from Hamish.

What did he say? The drug? Why not Assalamualaikum? Looks like tonight needs to be taught again.

Firda ran after Sisil and Gita who were already seen approaching the classroom door.

Actually he felt very uncomfortable when running, but just kept it.

"Why are you running around? You're after the credit man?" Gita scrunched her forehead to see Firda who was bored.

"No, I was chased by my fanatics. The regular... Celebrities are like that." Firda flicked her hair like a shampoo commercial.

Gita's just throbbing.

"Walk why is it different? You're boils?" sisil asked watching Firda from behind.

"Month? No, it's because...Why is my path?" Firda sees himself.

"Where is it? Strange enough, I wear a pad of that thickness. You're on your period?"

"You're like a shaman, knowing that I'm having my period" Firda said grinningly covering up what had happened, if his two friends knew they were worried.

"When are you going home to your mother? You'll be together soon, so we can stay there."

"Yes, come! When else can we go to your house if not now, tomorrow-tomorrow there is no reason anymore." added Gita with a face made clear.

"Yes, we'll go back from here to my mother's house."

"Haseek, that's dong!" exclaim Gita and Sisil compact

"Fir, who were you? Your boyfriend? Aging, or are you now an Om-om stash?" point Syakila in front of the classroom door in front of other friends.

"Who's Fir," Sisil's nudge slowly on Firda's arm.

"Bang Hamish,"

"Who's Hamish?" whispered Gita.

"Bang Bujang, his name is Hamish."

Gita and Sisil can only 'Oh.

"It's none of your business who he is, you take care of yourself!" said Firda sitting in her usual chair, Gita and Sisil were sitting.

The whispers of other friends hearing Syakila's words just now did not Firda indicate

"No doubt, his son wak Deni ...."

"What?" cut Firda fast.

"I'm going to complain to grandma and all the family if you're now a college chicken" he threatened with a sneering lip.

"Not! If you need to invite a reporter to make a statement, let me ngetop, suh suh suh!" drive Firda fluttering his hand towards Syakila.

"Review you!"

Syakila still had time to threaten while stomping her feet irritatedly leaving the Firda class.

Gita and Sisil raised both corners of her lips, then chuckled.

"What's wrong drinking?"

"Look, maybe it was a sprain from breakfast with Hans he paid."

"Huh?"

"Good indeed?" gita's flickering towards the exit.

Through Firda's glass window, Gita and Sisil could still see Syakila who was grumbling alone.

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