Love hindered friendship

Love hindered friendship
Little girl


The sun has now risen in the east fertilizer, its warm light is greeted cheerfully by the whistling of birds that are mutually unpretentious, the breeze of the cold wind in the morning adds to the beauty of the morning air that has not been polluted by pollution.


The four men had now woken up from their sleep to start their activities. As already, if they work outside the city and stay for a long time then they will share the tasks to meet their needs such as eating, drinking and cleaning their residence.


Yes, although now they have a treasure but the lifestyle and lifestyle is still simple and simple so they still do everything themselves if they are still able to do it.


There is also income obtained from their own sweat then they will save in their own savings for their future which of course someday they will also build a housewife with a soul mate where is each one up to now?


Because until this moment, even though they are handsome and well-established but their soul mate does not come. However, even so they do not bother because all they have in mind is to make the best use of their youth for their old age.


When it comes to a mate, when the time comes they will definitely fight for it and get married too.


After breakfast, Gio went to the matrial ketoko to start shopping for building materials, Atar went for his own walk in the tea garden while carrying his drawing equipment because he would continue to make plans and contents that were still not finished because during the meeting he only explained some of the land to be built.


Jho and Azka went to the construction site, which will now cut down trees that block the road of development, clearing land and smoothing the land so that it can be built permanent buildings by deploying heavy vehicles.


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"It looks like there's a pretty comfortable place for me to draw" Atar murmured as he stared at the big tree in the middle of the stepped tea plantation.


Atar, which was on the road under the tea plantation, then went up to the top where the big shady tree was located.


"Wow! Cool, up here I can see the beautiful scenery and also the construction land where the tourism is" he said full of admiration for the beautiful natural paintings that stretched wide before his view.


Hiks.. hiks... hiks... hiks..!!


Atar faintly heard the sound of his cry and searched for the source of the sound that turned out to be behind the big tree. He saw a little girl wearing an elementary school uniform with a bag tucked away at his side. The little girl buried her head between her knees while sobbing.


"Hay! Deck, why are you crying here alone?" ask Atar suddenly.


The girl looked up at a man standing in front of her.


"It's none of your business, Om" the little girl replied with a jutek making Atar slightly raise both his black and thick eyebrows.


Atar then sat beside the little girl, glared at her glance but Atar's gaze was more interested in some drawing papers and picture books that were somewhat scattered on the girl's school bag.


"Is that your picture book? Do you like to draw?"


The little girl was still in sight, she immediately tidied up the papers and picture books and put them in the bag because she did not want the pictures to be seen by Atar.


"Okay, if you still want to remain silent and do not want to answer Om's question, Om will not ask again" said Atar and then took out his drawing equipment.


"Om also likes drawing and this is Om's job, so Om won't talk anymore and will just focus on drawing because Om came here to draw" atar said before he was completely silent and did not speak to the little girl who did not want to talk to him.


Silent!


For a long time the little girl was curious about what Atar was doing, he then secretly steals a glance at Atar and the image he is making but without the girl realizing Atar realizes that there is a little girl who is secretly stealing glances at him.


"If you want to see Om's picture, please see there is no need to secretly steal such a view" said Atar who continued to focus on the picture without seeing the little girl.


The contact made him so embarrassed and awkward because he was caught looking at a stranger he just met.


"I'm not interested in Om's drawings, because I'm very good at drawing" said the little girl.


The little girl then took out her drawing tools again and she also drew.


"What picture do you want to make?" ask Atar curiously.


The girl simply glanced without answering then she continued drawing.


"Why are you drawing so many people?" ask Atar again.


"This is my family" replied the little girl who started to open her voice.


Atar then muttered and asked again "Why are there so many pictures of his children?"


Suddenly from the other direction there was a boy who looked the same age as the little girl, he was wailing while constantly calling out a name.


"Shabiraaa... Shabiraaaa.. Where are you? Shabiraaa... Shabiraaa..."


The scream was heard by Atar and the little girl. The girl then hurriedly stuffed her drawing equipment into the bag.


"Om, if the boy asks you about me please tell him that Om didn't see me yes" the little girl asked.


"Why should you lie?" ask Atar for confusion.


"Don't do as much as I will" when the little girl was still fiercely hostile to Atar.


Atar then pretended to draw again when the boy approached him.How long ago a boy named Jidan approached and asked Atar.


"Excuse me Om, may I ask Om?"


"Of course you can, what do you want to ask?"


"Did Om see this little girl who was about this tall, her hair straight and long, her skin white and she was pretty?" ask Jidan.


"From there was no one here. Om is alone here" Atar replied lying because of the little girl's request.


"Oh so, Om, then thank you Om for answering my question" said Jidan.


"Yes together"


Jidan then said goodbye to Atar and then he left. After being far away and no longer visible from the eyes of the little girl then came out of hiding while looking at the departure of Jidan to make sure that he had really gone far from this place.


"Why did you avoid him?" ask Atar who is curious about the little girl who is still in a daze to look at Jidan away.


The little girl then glanced at Atar while replying with her jutek "It's not Om's business"


Suddenly Atar laughed while guessing the problem of the little girl with the boy.


"Haha... Om know you must have fought again with your boyfriend until you cried then when your girlfriend was looking for you you do not want to see him because you are still angry, right? Ahhaha..."


The little girl then approached Atar and immediately clocked his head to make Atar stop laughing because of shock and wonder at the courage of the little girl who dared to catch a stranger she had just met.


The sprawler!


"Why are you snapping Om's head?"


The little girl then ruffled her waist and looked at the confused Atar as she clucked and shook her head.


"Ck. tsk.. Did Om's parents never teach Om?" ask the little girl.


"Teaching what?" tanya Atar suddenly looked innocent.


"If you're a kid you can't date. Was Om never taught that way by Om's parents? If not, then, I suggest that if Om is not married at this time then if Om meets a woman who can make Om fall in love with him should Om ta'aruf only then marry him do not date first it is forbidden by religion" replied the little girl who looked so grown up.


Atar could only gawk in wonder and could not believe that a little boy was advising him so far that it made Atar look like a fool, the words of the boy made him not dwell.


"How could he advise me like that? Whose son is he?" inner Atar.


The girl then waved her hands near Atar's face as she continued to daydream in astonishment.


"Om, Om, are you silent? Was ah! His silence kept me going" the little girl then passed away.


Soon his consciousness was intact, although he was still astonished by the little sigadis' words.


"Wait, it was really unbelievable just now that the little girl had been advising me" Atar muttered as she pointed her index finger at him.


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