Love Sholeha
Meatball stalls

Wednesday cheerful on this sunny morning, as well as the atmosphere of the residence Rizal looks busy like never before.

In accordance with the plan, Rizal with the help of his extended family is preparing to hold a khitan funeral Fatih, his first son. Some preparations have been done, some Ayu family also took turns to come to help.

The show is not big and lively, it's just that the family and relatives are both very much, so it looks very crowded. Like brother and sister cousin Rizal who also joined to help his wishes this time. His name is also in the village, family gatherings will certainly be very crowded added close and distant relatives who are also present not to mention neighbors who are always included in everything.

This morning Sholeha plans to order some fruit in the market and buy needs that are less or not purchased. At first Sholeha was about to go with Rizal, but Fatih did not want to live with his father. After his circumcision healed, Fatih was spoiled and did not want to stay. Finally Sholeha went alone, he also estimated that only one hour had been able to return home.

As usual he accompanied his favorite motorcycle to the market first, before he met a traditional cake seller to pay off the payment.

Actually Sholeha was a bit bad luck going to the market, but it does not matter anyway he only bought a little of his needs.

The atmosphere of the market that should have begun to stretch was still in the eyes of visitors. Sholeha hurried to meet Ayu's fruit merchant to pay and reconfirm his order.

" My sir, so yes, the message ?" Sholeha held out some money on her sword.

" Ayu Ma'am's order, Ma'am?"

" Yes sir, tomorrow morning in between!"

" Oh yes Ma'am, morning yes Ma'am, ready to be ready" he replied very enthusiastically.

" Thank you, sir"

Sholeha left the stall, she continued her steps to the next stall she was going to buy some tissue bales .

All right, just bring five bales of tissue that's not how heavy Sholeha can go to the next place. Today's weather is also very supportive of Sholeha road completing its task. Not hot and not raining, just a little cloudy black flocking . Not even half way, Sholeha surprised to find his motorbike deflated suddenly.

Sholeha motor can no longer walk, it looks like the bike gave up for the trip this time.

Astagfirulah.....

How do you sulk now anyway?

muttered Sholeha himself on his motor.

Sholeha got off his bike, saw the front motorcycle tire that was no longer windy. After pulling over, Sholeha seemed to be thinking of finding a solution. He knows where the tire patch is, if it goes from where it is now it might be only fifteen minutes. Sholeha tried to push, she knew that even though it was heavy, it wouldn't take long.

By trusting his estimate. Sholeha ventured to push the rogue motorbike, even the master did not end up nagging it.

Inevitably he had to go faster to the workshop than to be silent on the side of the road.

Is this girl great? hehe

The fifteen-minute estimate turned out to be missed, with ten hard-earned minutes Sholeha had arrived at the workshop, sadly she could not wait.

There are three motorcycle queues there, Sholeha also must immediately pay off the cake order.

" It's a long time, huh?" ask Sholeha again.

" It might be an hour if it's not Mbak's" replied the man who looked tired before noon today.

Sholeha looked riled up, what if the money was in wait ? thought.

Finally, he contacted his brother for advice.

" Why Nduk?"

"Mas can't tell people to pick up Sholeha, Leha's motorbike goes to the workshop "

"Where are you?"

"In the Mas Udin workshop near the Mas market, the queue was long Mas Leha had to go to the cake shop paying off the order "

Rizal is heard talking to someone, Sholeha is not so clearly heard.

" Yes, wait there!" pinta Rizal on her sister, and keeps turning off her phone.

Sholeha sat on the chair that Udin had lent him.

Hope not need long wait for help Sholeha tapping - tap the phone screen slowly. Not long after he saw a helper sent by his brother. Who else if not Sholeh, the man who looked relaxed despite yesterday had behaved strangely to him. How not, Sholeha was even astonished to see some of the short messages she sent him. Sholeha judged that the man was struggling while writing down the trivial.

Sweet-ass bitch, said Sholeha .

" Have you waited a long time?" ask Sholeh.

Sholeha.

" Yeah yuk, I'm bringing it up we come back here again"

Sholeha slightly clucked, she did not like the situation, reluctantly climbing into the passenger seat that was so annoying.

" Is there no one else?" sholeha's grunts are heard by Sholeh. Suddenly Sholeha gets a better idea than being alone with Sholeh, this boring guy.

" Oh well, I wait for Leha's motorbike, well Leha goes alone to her cake shop" Sholeha smiled at Sholeh faintly.

Sholeh fell silent, then Sholeha immediately went down and let Sholeh get off the bike as well. Sholeha's idea was acceptable, he said he got off the bike.

" I'm sorry Mas, it's a little inconvenient" Sholeha gave me the keys to the bike. Before Sholeha actually left, she asked the owner of the workshop again.

" It's not too long, is it?"

" No Ma'am, it looks like this fast" the man saw his near-completed work.

Sholeha props Sholeh's bike, she smiles feeling managed to avoid Sholeh. Actually he did not intend to trouble Sholeh, only if he had to be alone with him Sholeha would be bothered to overcome his heart and mind which was always a lot of behavior.

" I'm sorry Mas" he murmured slowly .

Sholeha remembers when last night she was surprised to read a message from Sholeh. He went gaping, he knew it was trivial but quite managed to make him smile amusedly with a little flowery.

That's why he's been avoiding Sholeh so much, he's just not ready to feel the symptoms of falling in love anymore, he can't.

It makes no sense and only he knows it.

Can he be like this now?

Never mind Sholeha, you think too much. You can turn yourself.

The cake shop he was heading to was not far from the market, as he had expected, the repayment of money was very much in wait. Moreover, Ayu ordered in sufficient quantities. He was also shown an example of pastries that will be sent later. Rows of cakes in a neatly lined display case look delicious and sweet, Sholeha so very eager to try it. Her eyes fell on the putu ayu who looked very sweet savory teasing her tongue.

" Mom, I bought putu ayunya yes

wrapped in ten thousand" he finally ordered, with a very friendly employee immediately packed it in two small hoods.

After paying the putu ayu and her sister-in-law's order, Sholeha rushed back. When he saw the motor he was carrying, he remembered Sholeh in the workshop earlier. He picks up his phone, this time he makes a voice call, with a bit of pity Sholeha just meant to make sure his favorite bike.

" Hello Mas, "

" Yes .... "

" It's done?"

" Maybe in a minute"

"How long?"

" No Sholeha, it hasn't been an hour"

" Well, the workshop did you say a long time ago, you lied?"

" You can check here Sholeha" Sholeh replied quietly, she knew the voice across was eager to nag.

" Yes, Leha has been there"

The phone connection was so quickly cut off without a closing greeting, Sholeha was just not happy if he left Sholeh with his damaged motorbike.

He returned to the workshop, from a distance it was true that the man was still sitting a dreamy henchman and looked bored. Sholeha became unwell, collecting some impressed smiles, Sholeha approached Sholeh.

" I'm sorry, Mas, Sholeha ngerepotin" he told Sholeh, who was staring at him.

" Just relax, it's done" Sholeh grinned at Sholeha, who seemed to change her expression in an instant. He looks a manyun.

" Willfully so?" ask Sholeha with a sigh.

" Where?"

" Yes go home Sholeha, ?" Sholeh seemed to smile anxiously looking at Sholeha, she felt in a lie.

" Yes, "he answered a little.

Without swapping the two metic motors, they walked splitting the road together.

But before that Sholeh stopped Sholeha . " We stop by there first yes" Sholeh pointed to a place to eat that looks beautiful and contemporary. Coincidentally not far from across the workshop.

" What?"

" We need to talk, "

" Ih eat also dong, time just chat" replied Sholeha ketus, this time there is a slight smile tucked in his face sulking.

" Yes yes" The two left the bike in the garage parking lot, they crossed to the place that Sholeh meant at the same time.

In Sholeh's heart was busy asking questions. When entering, Sholeha was surprised he was presented with the feel of a luxurious cafe in it, very clean and comfortable. Sholeha even just found out that around here there is a place as good as this. His mouth did not stop clucking in admiration, Sholeh even realized that.

" We're sitting there, yes" pointed Sholeh at the seat a little closer to the cashier.

" Oh, there you go" pointed Sholeha at the window seat. Not a window, rather a wall made of glass completely. Exactly on his subscription.

" May" Sholeh according to.

The atmosphere of this very luxurious restaurant, is quite crowded with visitors. Sholeha judged quite well the choice of place Sholeh this time.

Very relaxed and quite comfortable.

Sholeha smiles there is her favorite menu there, meatballs yes she will eat meatballs this time.

" Do you order rice?"

" Want to meatballs "

" Have you had breakfast?"

" Not yet, dah bakso aja ndak papa"

After ordering the two to sit waiting, suddenly Sholeha was attacked by an awkward feeling that was so gripping.

What else when I remember Sholeh saying I needed to talk to her earlier.

He timidly glanced at Sholeh, making sure there was something on his face.

Sholeha was surprised, when Sholeh turned out to be looking at him closely.

" Astagfirullah.." he said spontaneously slowly.

Sholeh seemed surprised, but not much.

" Is there anything you need to ask ?" ask Sholeh stiffly.

" Ha, eng - , not ." Sholeha shook her head quickly.

" You may ask Sholeha, including..... About Rahma" said Sholeh slowly.

Sholeha then looked down, there was a strange sense when the name was mentioned by Sholeh. As strongly as possible he stopped his mouth to ask, Sholeha did not want to know much about this.

Sholeha felt a loss of appetite instantly, she only felt defeated instantly despite only hearing her name mentioned, as she shrieked Sholeha felt.

Though one day last night he tried to forget without looking for answers, why Sholeh reminded him again this time. Sholeha was indeed too afraid, somehow afraid of how she felt at this moment, she also did not understand.

" Rahma is just my friend" Sholeh tried to open up the awkward conversation.

" I know "Sholeha is still down .

" I used to love it" as a tornado came in the crowd, as if everything was falling apart in Sholeha's heart.

He quite knows this must be the fact, has tried to avoid the fact until also in his ears. Sholeha boldly listened deeper without opening the slightest sound. Just now Sholeh was going to continue his words, their order came.

" Maybe if I eat first" Sholeha tried to delay the continuation of this story.

He did not want to miss the meatballs in the bowl for free. Sholeha knows this story will be very draining of his emotions, for some reason he seems to need time and readiness perfectly, he also does not understand.

" Yes, we ate first" replied Sholeh, looking a little loosened the jaw of his slightly stiff face.

Not until ten minutes, Sholeha finished her stomach affairs, she is better prepared now. The bowl of meatballs earlier will be more strength for matters of the heart this time. Without waiting for Sholeha to continue the conversation.

" What's the next plan, Sholeha sure there's still a past episode that you haven't finished yet?" ask Sholeha frankly at the core .

This time Sholeha bravely observed the face of the man who was very liked by his family, the man who made his mother repeatedly said many words of threat to him. Sholeha wants to know, what kind of figure Sholeh actually. It was clear that he could not say honestly, even until he was silent for quite a while just stirring the sweet iced tea in such a messy direction.

What does this guy mean?

" Which old episode, I just liked Sholeha, there's no other story" Sholeh even smiled.

What he said just liked him, he thought the beginning of love was not from like.

huh.

" Now?" tanya Sholeha could no longer manage the pace of her curious mouth.

"Em - of course still like "the answer is more honest.

This is not fair, Sholeha has betrayed her best friend and ex-boyfriend, she is heartbroken and disappointed, why Sholeh still likes others.

At least Sholeh is not as bad as he is now, how Sholeha is not upset and envious. His two eyes started to dewy he was very sad to realize that only he was so badly slumped here.

" Well, how are we?" with Sholeha plainly saying that, she needed certainty right now.

" You mean, we're still going this way OTW got married, right?" this time Sholeh joked with a little flirting.

" We can, we're not ready yet "

" We walk first Sholeha, we clarify our hearts together, we know that we need time"

I don't know Sholeha just felt this guy was just comforting her, from earlier he did not admit and clarify his feelings, ah maybe he considers this Sholeha a plain little boy who knows nothing. Well Sholeha also had no other opinion later, if he had a definite reason about this relationship then he asked for the right of place in his heart.

" It's up to you, but Sholeha doesn't want to be betrayed" Sholeha emphasized her words.

This five-year-old adult man on it, managed to calm the heart of Sholeha who felt upset these few days.

Sholeha did not dare to think any further,

as long as the man before him is still willing to be honest Sholeha will also try to respect him.

" Will jealousy mean yes ?" Sholeh returned to his feet.

" Huh, it's up to "sholeha's eyes to show her a little bit of annoyance.

Sholeha did not expect him to talk about this here, if seeing Sholeh's more relaxed and calm attitude it seemed like she had prepared all the answers to her questions.

He also saw his laughter returning to its original state, much different from last night. Sholeha still quietly delved into her own thoughts, suddenly Sholeh knocked on the table in front of Sholeha.

" Huh why?" he's surprised.

" Want to go home, or still be here?"

" Yes go home, now" he immediately stood up, about to go to the cashier.

" I paid Sholeha.." Prevent Sholeh.

" Huh, when?"

" You tuh, daydreaming continues "Sholeh clucked in wonder. Still confused, Sholeha followed Sholeh out. Sholeha seemed to follow the man very obediently, seen when the two crossed the road together like a father dropping off his son at school.

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