Love Sholeha
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At half-ten, the activities at the learning and playing park began to be quiet, some students had been picked home.

After finishing printing the picture for tomorrow, Sholeha turned off her computer, then she tidied some paper on the table, swept the room and tidied up some books.

Coming home, what he had in mind was a relaxing lie while watching the drama, uh it was really fun lazing activities like that he thought. To relieve the fatigue that is so attached to his body. Prolonged fatigue that is not good for the health of the body.

But it seems that the problem was not quite resolved this morning, proved Irma who was again preparing to raise questions on Sholeha.

"We continued this morning, huh Ha." Intercepting Sholeha who was about to step away.

"It's still not clear, Ir, I answered earlier" he complained.

" You haven't answered jealous or not, remember Ha you've also proposed to someone else?" guess is very accurate

exactly, out of nowhere knowing all this.

What cares about my feelings, inner Sholeha, is too cruel she forces Sholeha to admit something natural if it happens.

" You should also be able to conclude for yourself, I need to be clear again, I am also in a mess with the affairs of the heart, even you can not understand me like this Ir, Ir, if I say not jealous if you can believe, sometimes you yourself who often say I am too indifferent, sometimes also mocked me too bucin and so on, and so on, not to mention that you said that my relationship was too long it would be nice if I immediately asked her to get married, now that I have just left you persuaded me to accept another man's proposal, you also advised me to move on immediately. then you still ask, do you think I should be jealous or not?. You're so desperate, I don't understand you" Sholeha looked at Irma with all the remaining marahan since this morning.

" Yes sorry Ha, I just want a definite answer from you. Yes I have not disturbed you again, you want to return, be careful on the road then" replied Irma lightly and shifted her body from before Sholeha.

" I'm sorry in me too, from the last time he used a high tone "get away from the sight of Irma who was still still in place.

Like that Sholeha, always trying to say sorry in every speech that feels upset himself. Too soft of his heart, so felt with his own attitude. Even he could not distinguish this was his fault or even someone else who was guilty and then blamed him. No wonder he often dizzy himself facing his own attitude.

Sholeha stepped out of her study, towards the parking lot next to one of the classes, through a row of flowers at eight that almost withered in the heat of the sun. Then her eyes centered on the petals of a small yellow thousand-star flower, she was beautiful and cheerful, praising then smiling knots.

Sholeha was determined, not to remember this matter when she got home later. He will forget everything and rest well. After taking a deep breath, the motor turned on its way home.

Before reaching Sholeha's house stopped by a fruit stall, she remembered the stock of fruit in the refrigerator was up. This is the favorite of beautiful girls today who live smart and healthy lives, even though only oranges, mangoes and watermelons are the choice this time.

"Budhe, usually only half a kg, the same as one, which is not too big "the message to the mother seller with a round-faced stature that is always friendly to serve him.

There, gathered several mothers there was one of them was paying for his groceries, he glanced at Sholeha.

" Sholeha has a proposal?" true Sholeha's guess, this mother will definitely ask, seen from her mouth that has been gaping from earlier, impatient to comment. Even his voice was suddenly high, making everyone listen and see him interrupt.

"Alhamdulillah Buk

"With Nak Sholeh right ? " the serobot is lightning fast.

"Yes - yeah

Not yet Sholeha continued, he again added his words.

" If the marriage is the same Sholeh why the courtship is the same as my neighbor, kasian the Arman when he has also been told the marriage continues to be the same Mama, even though he is the son of a difficult person but he is diligent in his work" mother

saying with a scurrying eye, blame Sholeha.

"Who Yu said, until just carelessly talking here is a hoax"

Another one of the grayish-white-haired mother also interjected, initially defending but the goal was also the same.

Sholeha was silent in her place, what use did she explain that they already had their own answers.

" Cuisine you don't believe me, ma'am kades said. This accurate info Buk Ibuk "his style is good at talking, like a celeb news driver.

While extending the order Sholeha the shop owner's mother said firmly, intending to end the mothers. " We just wait for the invitation later, Nak Sholeha, it's up to you to marry who, Mother prayer is the best" he deliberately insinuated the spicy-mouthed mothers who like to gossip in the stall.

Sholeha's smile rose again, looking at the wise mother in front of her.

" Thank you Budhe, Sholeha came home then" he said after paying.

Yes Rabb...

Really, just want to disappear Sholeha from the face of this earth. Why did everyone turn on him how could they comment as light as a feather, whereas Sholeha did not even tell and ask them, too many who meddled in his inner affairs grumbled. So heavy the journey home today, made Sholeha silent without taste, despite seeing mom cooking her favorite vegetables.

"You didn't have breakfast, let's eat first!" mother said, when she saw her daughter back.

Sholeha shook her head, putting the fruit on the dining table, and she went to her room.

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That afternoon after school hours passed, Sulaiman drove his motorbike to Rizal's house. Somehow he wanted to pick up his youngest grandson, especially he often saw his daughter often stay in the room. If there was Al, Sholeha would have been a little amused.

Run Al greet the grandfather who just got off the bike. Sulaiman immediately greeted Al, greeted him and kissed him affectionately. He took the 3-year-old boy into the house.

Ayu who saw her father-in-law visiting, immediately met and greeted, "Father directly here?"

"Yes Grandpa misses Al " lifts the boy into his lap.

" Don't do it, you'll just be a minute, if you can take Al home, let's race at home."

"Want to go with Grandpa?" ask Ayu.

Without answering, the boy ran towards the door to the grandfather's motorbike.

"Pinter-pinter yes at Grandpa's house" said Rizal who followed out.

Sulaiman drove slowly with his grandson. Al muttered to himself enjoying the roar of the slightly deflated grandfather motor, becoming his new favorite attraction, Tut heard....Tut's...Tut's.... From his little mouth. Understand the number of motorcycles purchased 7 years ago it must have almost given up running its duties, and the sound was very strange.

Sayup-sayup heard laughter Al disturbed Sholeha sleep, he decided to sleep after work earlier without changing his work clothes, really tangled him at this time.

Move on and grab the phone on the dresser at 13:30. He slept too long, immediately he took ablution water. Don't miss it again this time, he hurriedly headed for the bathroom ignoring Al who was trying to catch up and call out to him.

" Bentar again this ashar mah" he grumbled to himself.

After ten minutes in the room,

out Sholeha looking for the whereabouts of the nephew she had neglected earlier.

Ready with his instant hijab, he did not hesitate to follow Al who was running on the porch of the house with his grandmother.

"Oh, how can you know Sholeha in Lamar mas Sholeh?" he said it directly to Fatma.

" Well, did Miss Kades know ?"

" Yes, there were mothers in fruit stalls

ask Leha again"

" Yes ndak papa if you already know "mommy replied do not take a headache.

If Ms. Fatma knew what was going on in the shop, she would be hurt.

Enough Sholeha who feels, the burden of the neighbor's speech is not good in the feel of women of the age of the mother, well even though young women also have a heart that is easily hurt, this is very damaging to health.

It had only been a day that the ring was coiled around his ring finger, but the ransom he had to pay was so difficult. Even until now, Sholeha has not communicated with her future husband again. He remembered that his phone number had not been saved. Sholeha doesn't really care about things that he thinks are so small. It's just that he's been milling around a lot in Sholeha's brain. In this day, how many times had he remembered his face, what else did everyone call it this morning.

After taking a bath, Al whined to go home, unable to be persuaded at all.

A thing that had been expected of his favorite grandson certainly could not be long away from his mother. Whining to Sholeha, wanted to be delivered home soon. Sulaiman had persuaded him to be escorted by his grandfather, but still did not want to.

Sholeha was forced to escort Al immediately before evening.

" It was the same Grandpa to the herein, why go home with Aunt, Al naughty deh" he pinched on Al.

" Want to be with Aunty" her whine shook Sholeha's hand.

Like the sun changing shifts with the moon, Al also wants to change his driver during the day with the evening. He seems to know, his grandfather's motorbike is not as smooth as his aunt's motorbike.

He said he wanted a good bike with his aunt. Astagfirullah, this one-time boy picker.

He sat sweetly in front of his aunt, imitating the style as if he were the driver.

The sound of a small mutter mimicked the roar of the motorbike engine in tune with the sound of his mouth, Sholeha gave a small smile at Al's behavior.

When his motorbike entered the courtyard of Rizal's house suddenly Al shouted very excitedly and called out to someone who was sitting with Rizal.

" oops.....Leh, Auntie's good bike "Al ran after being dropped off the bike, towards the man she called om.

Who taught his nephew to call Sholeh om, it's funny Sholeha said in her heart after taking a closer look at who was sitting. With a slight awkwardness he smiled briefly at Sholeh.

He responded to Al's babbling coolly, as if he understood and understood all the language of the little boy. All of that, can not be separated from the view of Sholeha.

" Want to go home?" Rizal breaks the Sholeha reverie.

"Ha, what is Mas?" the answer is not focused.

" Can you please Mas, if his sister doesn't take him home?" Sholeha was silent, not understanding.

" Oh yes, wong bertar again ya have you" replied Rizal regardless of his brother who shook his head.

" Distribution want magrib, let me take you home later" said Sholeh reassured.

Stop by the house, want to do something suddenly. Sholeha was suddenly stricken with severe anxiety, cold sweat instantly flooding her palms. What's trying at his house?

Ngajak ngajak impromptu like this, the inner Sholeha.

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