Liebe Zu Maiza's
Kenanga II Street No. 3

Afni looked calm hearing the address I just mentioned, a faint smile she had on her face. His reputation remains secure as long as his friends do not match the address I mentioned just now with the address listed on the registration form.

"Can the address be repeated?" Azmi has the right to ask new members about any origin does not contain SARA. There was doubt on his face when he heard the address I called.

"Kenanga Road II No.3." My firmness.

"Is it not wrong that you live there?" Azmi looked at me suspiciously.

I had to convince her, "Not wrong, I live on Kenanga II No. 3 street, is there anything wrong if I live there?"

My courage appears to ask back to Azmi even though I am haunted by fear beyond can. Do not let the address of the house that I call is the address of his neighbor or even his own home address. But it's impossible. I hope it's not Azmi's home address. In that house I found no one but Mr. Anwar and his aides.

"There's nothing wrong, I just want to be sure" his skeptical smile looked at me. I rubbed my chest.

I can read Azmi's mind, if not for the presence of Bu Mirah and Mr. Arman, he would have chided me again 'Where maybe you live in that house, from the looks of you alone is very unlikely. Maybe if you were a maid there.' That's about the sentence he's gonna spray on me.

All eyes are fixed on me. Including musical children. It was because of Azmi's question about my address. Indeed, I should not call the address of Mr. Anwar as my address but it must be how else, that's the only address I know must be located.

I saw Faruq glancing at me for a moment, after which he stared blankly ahead. The man, no matter what he had in mind since starting the meeting, he was cute a little bit only once he focused, when introducing himself.

"Za, are you really staying at Jalan Kenanga II Number 3?" I doubt my address. Maybe the address I'm calling isn't just anyone's address. If that were the case, I would die, the lie would be exposed. If the lie is exposed, then I will be a sneer everywhere. I admit to being rich. Getir I think of myself if finally there are others who know other than Afni.

"You don't believe Yu either?" in my voice, there was something stuck in my chest.

"No, I mean, I-I'm just making it clear." Ayu tried to cover up the doubt on her face with an impressed smile forced on her.

***

The secretary of a vocal organization that is none other than Rima distributed a draft routine training schedule. Roughly he handed the draft to me with an unsightly face.

After that the head of the organization explained the routine schedule. Members who have suggestions, responses or refutations. This heart melts seeing the chief speak. Sometimes he licks his lips on the sidelines of conversation. Or spread a faint smile to the participants who asked.

I was here, in front of him but once he never saw me. He forgot to help me a few times. Or so his character. I wonder how it is made. Without any sin, he stood before me. Is not because of him I have trouble sleeping, lazy eating and jatung pounding unbecoming, stomach either mules or discomfort that can not be spoken.

Just then when I introduced myself he was just glancing, and that one glance made this heart expand. Oh Muhammad Al Faruq Zaahirulhaq, you have made this village girl half mad but you feel innocent.

Goddess Fortuna is on my side. I was on a team with Ayu, thankful for not being scattered with the other group, though I was drooling at the names of my close companions, Azmi Zakia and Muhammad Al Faruq Zaahiruhaq from the vocal organization. Radea Al Fatih and Dewi Ariana from the music organization.

Although he is the head of the organization, Faruq still has a training schedule, because in the guidelines of the organization there is no privilege for the chairman in terms of routine training.

The companion of his own organization was Azmi, fortunately he was a partner with Faruq. The Villain Fairy and the helper God.

There are Radea Al Fatih and Dewi Ariana. Radea Al Fatih is the same as Radea who once offered me help when Afni left? Radea sent me a short message last night or is there another Radea? Curiosity also appeared, wanted me to see immediately the music organization manager introduced himself so that the curiosity went far.

Asmi, Afni and Rima, three friends who possessed the devil-comberan approached me during a break before the music organization got a turn to introduce its managers.

"Hey, Curut, I told you to resign from this organization? Why are you still showing up? Want to volunteer, will you? Get on my team again, could collapse later if there's you." Azmi starts her dirty speech.

"Have courage too, do you? Did you forget about yesterday's threats?" After not wanting infinity, he also took part.

"Or, the super-sweet freckle face, don't think because your voice is good then can breathe a sigh of relief in the organization." A stern warning from Rima, the owner of the smile is not symmetrical. That smile she just gave me.

"You're threatening me, aren't you? Just do as you please. I'm not afraid of you, I have a God who can repay you. After all we are still both humans who started life from a lump of blood right? From the soil. If you can threaten me, why can't I?" my words made the three of them shut up. I leave those that are not important.

***

It was time for the music organization group to introduce themselves starting from the board. The head of the organization is Dewi Ariana, a woman with mature brown skin with sweet skin, brown eyeballs covered with thick arched eyebrows and lentic eyelashes. I fell in love with him, especially when he was a man. Ambon breeds with curly hair decompose to the middle of the back.

The secretaries of the organization introduced themselves and I could hardly believe it was made. My mouth was half open to hear the Secretary introduce himself.

Radea Al Fatih was the same person who offered me the bonfire back then. Apparently he wasn't lying. His name is Radea, precisely Radea Al Fatih from the music organization that accompanied the selection time first.

And look at what he's doing, he sees me often. Ah I'm so not feeling well made. Maybe he remembered my rejection yesterday, thought I was a proud man. Or he wants to make me misbehave because all this time I replied to his message with ogah-ogahan, just reply. It may be this feeling I wish.

"I served as secretary of a music organization." He bent his body to sit back and re-enforced, "Oh yeah almost forgot, I live on Jalan Kenanga II Number 3."

"What?" 😲