Love Sholeha
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That afternoon the weather was so hot, Sholeha just came out of her room, looking for cold water to refresh her throat.

He saw that his mother was sitting on the back porch of the house, like talking to someone. Because it was not seen with whom his mother was chatting. From the wide-open door Sholeha tried to figure it out,

" Whom did you talk to - "his voice was stifled when he saw Sholeh was also there staring at him,

Kontan Sholeha went into the house.

He is not in a headscarf and is in a mess. " Astagfirullah, this sin of mine, "blames himself by hitting his head lightly. Why is he there? in his heart he asked.

Not wanting to ask any further Sholeha returned to the room, while opening the door appeared Rizal from the living room. " Wake up you sleep?" ask her while passing.

" What's going on here ?" Sholeha pursues

" Look at the material, why?

"Oh, Sholeh too?

" Yes, wong he delivered." Rizal gets to the front door of the kitchen going out.

" You don't know if you want to renovate the kitchen? Rizal stopped and looked at Sholeha.

" I don't know...." He shook

Without answering Rizal continued his steps back. Then he heard her taking Sholeh home.

" It's very familiar to them" he said with sewot.

Choosing to go back into the room, Sholeha no longer intends to sleep, in his reach vibrating mobile phone. View new messages on the main screen. Another new number?

(I didn't see you Ha, don't think anything)

having understood the meaning of the message, Sholeha did not intend to reply, but kept the number.

" Sok know I'm thinking all sorts of things, just a little shy" he said on a blackened phone screen.

" You like to move" he said again after hearing the roar of the car leaving his yard.

Sholeha intended to take a nap, but suddenly heard the ringing of her phone.

One new message for him, he frowned looking at the sender's name.

(Can we talk for a minute?)

Why is Arman still contacting her, Sholeha feels no interest anymore after the last meeting she broke off the relationship.

Sholeha reluctantly replies to the message, she even throws her mobile phone of origin. He is tired of facing the attitude of Arman who has left him without a struggle.

He doesn't even appreciate a year of their relationship.

I heard my mother calling out to him, from behind an unlocked door. "Sir there is a guest in front" mother's voice sounded resolute.

"Who Buk, Leha has no appointment" Sholeha exited the room.

" Just meet, not long before your Father comes home "

Rushing towards the living room, Sholeha did not even answer her mother's words.

From her body language, Ms. Fatma was quite reluctant to meet the guest. Sholeha began to wonder, and as she expected, Arman was sitting on one of the rows of teak chairs there, she looked calm.

Once silent, then Sholeha remembered having to immediately finish his affairs with Arman this time. She was dressed as if she was traveling far away. Sholeha was reluctant to ask a lot, still hurt at the disappointment of that time, making him no longer care about Arman.

" Ha, how are you? he said calmly.

" Just why are you here ?"

Sholeha held back the tears and resentment that became one, rubbing against the ketus.

" I'm sorry I let you down, I'm here to ask you to take the money I deposited when the day to you is Ha..."

Sholeha was silent, she remembered the man in front of her had deposited a hundred thousand dollars at the beginning of last month. He said there'd be a mistress this month. Indeed, before Sholeha was finally decided, he had said he wanted to save first to get married, but that was just starting with the hundred thousand that he entrusted to Sholeha. Although Sholeha initially objected, Arman tetep forced by saying "And the money is also for you", Sholeha remembered once Arman's seriousness at that time. And foolishly Sholeha forgot to return the property of his ex. He came today just to take his money, or say something else. Perhaps there is still a sense left?, ah Sholeha is too hopeful.

" Oh yes I forgot, I'll take a minute" Sholeha went into her room .

He quickly returned to the living room.

" Soleha forgot once again, "she offered a piece of money with a flat expression.

" I know you've got a much better-looking guy and I've lost a lot of things to him, I used to think there was still a chance for us to fight together, in fact, you've targeted the richer "he smiles cynically and mockingly.

" You have no right to comment anymore, because you yourself first let me go at that time." Sholeha answered.

" I'm not angry Ha, I'm also self-conscious, sorry I inconvenienced you today, I'm also all alone, maybe in the near future I can't attend your wedding" he said he then took the money on the table.

Sholeha no longer answered, she tried to digest what she said Arman earlier, where did she go? not gonna recuse yourself, right? that thought had appeared in his head. When Arman left, Sholeha forced her mouth to ask and lowered a little of her ego and anger.

" Where are you going?"

Sholeha was surprised, she did know the state of the economy of Arman and his parents, it is not strange if he needed a lot of money and would wander. But suddenly as soon as Sholeha she could work anything in the village like this, ah maybe there are many things that she can no longer explain to him.

"Be careful then" he replied sincerely.

Arman was no longer visible from his eyes, but Sholeha was still silent on the door leaf, still imagined as a face

Arman looked at him. What might be the reason he did not want to marry her because of money problems, even Sholeha often said there was no need to get married immediately, after all many have been betrothed and they were engaged until many years.Sholeha is not so pushy and she quite understands the situation.

" Good luck to your destination"

Sholeha intended to close the door, suddenly mother came and immediately find out.

" What's he doing here, Nduk? Sholeha was surprised to hear her mother's voice.

" No ma'am, he said he wanted to go, he said he wanted to wander it"

Ms. Fatma just ber oh noiseless.

Then he returned to the kitchen, but a step later he turned to Sholeha. " Don't be weird, Nduk!"

he said threaten Sholeha. Sholeha will not have any strange intentions even if she is not threatened by her mother. Sholeha was a little sad to see her mother's dislike of Arman and mistrusted Sholeha as her daughter.

Sholeha followed Fatma into the kitchen, sitting her in a chair facing her mother who was cooking. Sholeha does not know if her mother cooked earlier than usual.

" What mother cooks, tumben clock like this is already ripe" Sholeha approached her mother.

"Mother make your father's green bean porridge, he said again want" while turning off the stove.

" Oh, what do you think you're doing?" he returned to his seat.

"Sholeha, mumpung in the kitchen well you help Mom cook so add the menu you learn, do not just usual omelet omelet same cook instant noodles, just be the wife of Nak Sholeh."

Actually, the mother often said that from the past, it was just Sholeha who had no intention of adding to her cooking skills. And the difference was that he did not mention anyone by name in his advice.

" Ih Mother, can kok Leha cook vegetables, yes only that, fried tempeh, tofu, fried fish can also really "he said to defend himself.

" It must be added dong Ha, let ndak bosen." he said again.

This time Sholeha did not reply, she did realize the flaws in cooking it, even in every way.

Like the business of his heart that is not well-deserved is still a mess. Sholeha so thinking back about her heart and feelings, backing away from all this was an impossible thing, but Sholeha was also unable to go any further, she really needed time.

Sholeha was still busy with her thoughts, while the mother was still talking about many of these and that, until Fatma gave a glance at her daughter and at the shoulder of Sholeha.

" Sholeha, why are you daydreaming?"

" Eh ... What Mom, what did I say ?" ask her dyed.

" Mommy talked a lot earlier, you even told Mom to repeat again." her gurgles to Sholeha.

" I'm sorry, Mom...." Sholeha smiled wailing mother. And his efforts bore fruit, mother no longer continued his talk.

Sholeha locked her mind to the many things she thought to herself, further confusing her with no solution. He needs a friend to confide in, but who wants to hear this messy story.

Irma ? can he.

A person whom he thinks he does not contact, he must be able to be independent about the heart and life after all the decision is also fully on himself.

Allahs....

Sholeha stared at her ring finger, the ring of gold that she could get so short and gave to her so sincerely. Sholeha chuckled lightly.

" His ring has been worn from the beginning, I can still admit I have not received the person. It seems crazy my treasure is" he rambled at himself.

The golden ring "Help remind me if I forget that you were given Mas Sholeh" he added this time to the lifeless round object.

In the long breath slowly throw it away, Sholeha is determined from now on she will find the starting point of her relationship with Sholeh.

Even if he was left behind by Sholeh he promised to learn to accept this path of his life.

Five minutes later, he sent a message on a new number that had been changed to

Ring-loving

(Mas Sholeh help Sholeha yes...

Sholeha wants to learn from Sholeh.)

A second later sent a message to the destination.

Forgive Sholeha who gave up too easily without feeling guilty she just tried to live it by

sincerely and accept by widening his heart.Sholeha is just an ordinary man who sometimes at will and continues to forget about everything.

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