Let Me Fall in Love
73. Moultries

"Manything's pretty. Thanks, Brother." Finally, Ami can make a sound in the middle of the wrong behavior he feels. Standing face to face with such a close enough distance, making the chest rumble and the body carefree.

"It's ordinary. The beautiful one who again swoops in the bouquet. I want to turn into a bouquet." Akbar smiled mesmerously at Cutie's smiling face. "Do you like it, Cutie?"

"It's so nice." Ami shaded every red rose petal with her fingertips. His smile continued to expand.

"Kiss dong!" Akbar put both his hands in his pants pocket. White slimfit clothes that wrap the body slim and muscular, increasingly giving the impression of macho and cool.

"Eh uh, can't. THE SINS!" Ami spoke firmly accompanied by a head bob.

"Kiss the flowers, Cutie. Not kiss the guy. Just now, talk about flowers."

"Ciraine...." Ami thins her lips to see Akbar laughing. Don't be asked his face is blushing because it's wrong.

"Sit down yuk!" Akbar pointed towards a set of sofas.

"If you sit down later be at home, brother. We need to get back to the restaurant. Remember that promise was just a minute away." Ami squinted her eyes accompanied by a slanted smile.

Akbar took a long breath. "It feels like a minute alone. Yeah, Cutie came out. I'll be followed."

"Yes. But this is a bouquet of how yes. I can't take it to the resto. But I want to take it home. Don't want to be left here. But later when asked from whom? ah, get dizzy." Ami mende legitimately rough.

"Quiet down. This bouquet can be taken home without having to reason a lie. Let it be left here for a while."

"How?"

"So far as your smart Panda is." Akbar clasped his tongue with a slanted smile.

"Aihhh, Kanda Panda I'm so cute. Add ah, Panda smart and mobile phone. Uh..handsome." Ami blinked one eye.

Akbar laughed crisply. "Sana ah cepet go. I'm afraid of khilaf."

"Dih, so ngusir ya. Anterin at the door." Ami sulking.

Akbar pulled the corner of his lips. Distance to the door at least six steps. But he likes his moments of promise Ami comes to the surface. His name is also the youngest child. Sometimes he felt like a big brother when he became a listener for the cutie curses who were still upset to choose a college major later.

"Ish, Brother Akbar the path does not precede. Back off, I'll walk first!"

"You want to open the door for me." Akbar complied with Ami's request. Stop stepping and step back behind Ami.

"Let me open the door. Brother Akbar if the road ahead, saucy late. Hihihi, bye...." Ami clenched her tongue after opening the door. Closing the door quickly as Akbar's hand would point to his face.

Akbar squeezed his hair with laughter. Unable to try Cutie's cheek made him anxious himself. What would people say if anyone saw his current behavior smiling to himself in a carefree expression. For a moment to enjoy the excitement that is still imprinted before returning to the restaurant with a normal expression.

Ami walked towards the restaurant while smothering the mouth that was still giggling without a sound. Successfully pranking Akbar. Getting closer to the glass door, he cleared his throat to normalize his carefree expression. It turned out that Aulia was performing singing Grace Lil A'alameen duet with Panji, accompanied by a modern gambus orchestra. Indeed, inviting a modern group of gambus orchestras was because of Aul's desire. Given the atmosphere of Lebaran which is more suitable entertainment themed religion.

"Ate..ate." Rasya shouted excitedly. Half ran over to Ami who had just entered. "Where's dali? Aa cali-cali doesn't exist." He swung Ami's left hand while prancing.

"From the toilet, I'd like to pee." Ami invites Rasya to approach the buffet table.

"Mi, Rasya hasn't eaten yet. I want to be with Ate said." Puput approached after taking an ice doger.

"Ready." Ami invites Rasya to choose his own side dish. He himself chose oncom tutug rice and skewer shrimp and tofu criuk. And his nephew's choice was only fried chicken and white rice. Taking a one-table seat with mom, the dining event took place casually. Had a little face to face with Akbar who just entered with a cool face.

"Mi, we called Mama Mila to her desk." Padma stood beside the chair that Ami occupied.

"Just wash your hands first." Ami sipped mineral water provided in a medium bottle packaging.

"A's coming!" Rasya bit the fried chicken one last time for fear of abandonment.

After washing your hands, step three to the table of Mama Mila who just sat three with Mami Ratna and Bunda Ratih. And Akbar's mother welcomed him with a clean face.

"Ami and Padma....Wwwwww... Beautiful and talented girl. MashaAllah was amazing at his performance. Mama was made to be entertained with her MC. Mama contrived teary-eyed her qoriah. Her parents are very proud. Mama is proud. Continue to develop his talent so that it is known to the wider community. By the way, what class is Ami now, what class is Padma?" Mama Mila told the passing waiter to take two seats so that Ami, Padma, and Rasya sat down.

"I want to go to 12th grade, Ma. Just waiting for the test." Ami answered first.

"Padma next week exam. Stay free to wait for SMP graduation. I want to go to Ami High School. Hopefully we'll pass the test." Padma smiling mesem.

"Could have graduated. The writing test is about and essay is easy. His practice tests recitation prayers and memorization 15 letters juz amma. Make Padma mah directly libas." Ami flicked a finger in front of Padma's face. Supporting her bestie of one school with her even though she can only be together for one year.

"It's cool that you two. Mama salute." Mama Mila gave her one thumb.

"It's not asked." Rasya pursed his lips. Everyone at that table laughed.

Mami Ratna shrank the corner of her watery eyes in satisfaction of laughing. Laughing at the grandchild's even funny protest. "Oma Mila does not know anyway, this boy if you gather should be spoken to. Ask what it is important to feel considered." He kissed the head of the granddaughter sitting on the side chair.

"Aa Las Sya, Oma Mila." Ralat Rasya who instead re-created laughter.

Mama Mila patted the jidat. "Oh, kliru meneh. Aa Rasya, haven't you been to school?"

"Udah. Aa school play glup. School of the Old Papa. It's the same Umma Puput."

"Father Rama, Aa. Not Old Papa." Padma giggles because of Rasya's slurred speech. For a moment everything was comforted by the behavior of his son Puput.

"Nih, Mama called Ami to Padma. I want to give THR. It was taken from Jakarta. But because there was a surprise performance, so Mama added the contents." Mama Mila opened her bag. "Make Aa Rasya equally as good as there is. Weasel." He hurriedly complains before being protested again by Rasya.

"Thank you, Mama." Ami and Padma compact words when receiving long envelopes.

"Thank you, Oma Mila." Rasya's words were also topped with an envelope for Rayyan's adek.

"If Iko wants to give appreciation to his MC." Suddenly Iko comes along with a bouquet of red roses. "This is because Ami dared to make a decision to become an impromptu MC. Replace professional MC. And it turns out Ami's appearance is stunning. Not amateurs at all. Spirit yes.next menggemsi again." He handed her a bouquet of flowers accompanied by meaningful gazes and smiles. Plus it also gives THR from a personal pocket.

"Hihihi, so embarrassed. Thank you, Iko." Ami received a bouquet of flowers that had been given by Akbar. The owner of the heart who wants to be the first to give praise and congratulations.

"So far as your smart Panda is."

Suddenly remembered Akbar's words in the office room earlier. Admittedly, the Panda is smart. He smiled as he held a bouquet of red roses.

"Padma is cool too. But I'm sorry Iko didn't give you a bouquet. Just THR." Iko gives an envelope to Padma and Rasya. The same thing he did to a large family in Jakarta during a friendship event.

"It's okay, Brother Iko. Thanks for the THR." Sahut Padma's.

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When some people began to perform the Duhur prayer alternately go to the mosque, Ami approached Iko who was in the ice cendol booth. Then whispered, "Sister Iko, may you please please? I want to give Nastar to Brother Akbar. Nastar's in the car. My family no one knows. I'm umpetin in the trunk. I'm going to take it with Iko Ya. I'll give it to Akbar, okay?""

"Dududu, you know Mas Akbar likes nastar. Okay Iko is ready to be a love courier. Want to be taken now?" Iko's smile teases Ami.

"Ish, Brother Iko don't do that. I'm so embarrassed." Ami covered her face with her fingers stretched out. "To his car after Kak Iko drank ice cendol aja."

Finally a jar made of glass containing nastar made by Ami, has changed hands to Iko. Packed in a jar packaging box and fortified with outer packing paper bag.

[Sister, the nastaran I've been entrusted to Brother Iko]

[Sorry, don't give directly because of sikon]

Ami sent two messages after parting ways with Iko who took the elevator to the top floor. He himself walked towards the mosque because he had made a covenant with Padma.

[Please love 😘]

Ami gave a smile as she opened a reply chat from Akbar before stepping into ablution.

"Hey, smile to yourself. Hmm, Padma guess. Must have chatted from Panda?" Padma nudged Ami's hips accompanied by a ignorant smile.

"Munaroh know it." Ami put the phone in her sling bag. The short answer is enough to justify Padma's guess.

"When dong Marimar, Padma was told who Panda was. I've been saying it long ago." Padma rolled her long arms up the elbows. Prepare wudhu.

"Patience in a moment. Wait for Padma to wear a white-gray uniform." Ami turned the faucet after lifting the end of the dress as high as a calf.

"Well, what does that have to do with white-gray uniforms?" Padma turned off the faucet that Ami was going to use. Want the question answered first.

"Because that means Padma is old enough for us to share a conversation about men. Bye yes, we wudhu!"

Entering the mosque with a minimalist and aesthetic design, there is only one person in it. And it succeeded in making Ami surprised. Switch to smiling mesem when looking at each other.

"Do you want to pray alone or pray together?" Sapa Akbar wearing black skullcap prepares to pray.

"Congratulations, Brother Akbar." Padma represents the answer. While Ami was still hypnotized by the priest who nodded and advanced to the place of the priest.

MasyaAllah, my future priest turns out to be a crossbreed of Indonesia Heaven.

"Ami, come! Padma urung takbiratul ihram when he saw Ami who was standing next to him was dumbfounded and had not used a mukena top.

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Bestie, God willing up both nights. Moga not stuck. I have to coffee first so strong 🥱️️️