Maira And The Bad Boy
Hope Nothing is Jahil

Early in the morning, Yudhishthira was awakened by the oma. In fact, the young man had only a few moments to lay down his body after the morning prayer.

Yudhistira even slept still wearing a sarong and using a prayer mat as his bed, he had also set the weker so as not to wake up late.

"What time, anyway, Oma. The alarm had not yet sounded," Yudhistira protested, squinting.

His eyes still felt heavy to open because last night, the young man was also unable to close his eyes because he kept thinking about how later if he picked up Maira.

"It's five o'clock more, Jud. You'll have to leave in the morning to pick up Nak Maira first." The oma opened the window of the grandson's room and the morning wind blew in through the window and felt cold on the skin.

"It's still early morning, Oma." Yudhishthira curled up again, removed the sheath and pulled it up to cover his face.

"Yudis, if you sleep again, it will be difficult to wake up," the oma scolded.

Inevitably, Yudhistira also shuffled and then moved. Tidying up the prayer mats and sarongs first, before the young man goes into the bathroom to clean himself.

After bathing, Yudhistira opened the wardrobe. He researched one by one a collection of shirts that he rarely wore because in his daily life, the young man urakan preferred to wear tee shirts.

'Wear this aja, deh,' Yudhistira murmured while taking a black shirt press body and a long-sleeved checkered shirt.

The young man immediately put it on. His shirt was deliberately not docked and his arms were rolled up to the elbows. He then brushed his still wet hair.

After making sure his appearance was perfect, Yudhistira immediately came out of his room.

"Breakfast first, Yudhis," the oma said, as soon as she saw the grandson coming out of the room.

"Judhis eats bread only, Oma," Yudhishthira replied as he followed his omens, heading to the table.

"Auntie has cooked your favorite dishes. Eat first, little things," pinta the oma who could no longer be denied by Yudhishthira.

After taking the rice and side dishes for the granddaughter, the old woman looked at Yudhistira who was eating her breakfast with lips that kept smiling.

He was very happy to see the appearance of his granddaughter who looked more presentable this morning.

"Your hair can't be tidied up any more, Jud?" asked the oma, as Yudhishthira was enjoying her breakfast.

Although Yudhistira's appearance was neater, but for the oma there was still less than the appearance of his grandson.

"This is neat, Oma," protested Yudhistira who had tried to comply with the wishes of the oma.

Nope-not. It seemed not just to obey his omana desire, but the young man did on his own consciousness.

"Yet, Yud. There is less. Just try to tie your hair, let it be neater," suggested the oma with a smile.

Apparently, the oma was reminiscing about the late Yudhistira who had a type of wavy curly hair like the young man's hair.

In the past, her late husband also gondrong like the grandchild and Yudhistira's opinion was always to wash his hair neatly. Unlike the grandson who let his hair be left messy and disheveled.

The young man with a sharp nose immediately moved, after the food on his plate toilet without waste.

Yudhistira then bade his farewell to the oma, greeted her and did not forget to kiss the old woman's wrinkled cheeks.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Oma." The handsome young man immediately passed after picking up the backpack, leaving the smiling oma staring at his disappearance.

Yudhistira immediately got into his favorite car, a fierce black sports car after storing a backpack on the side bench.

Before starting the car engine, Yudhistira searched for something on the car dashboard.

He was alone after finding what he was looking for. Tie black hair and a small comb.

Yudhistira combed her hair back and then tied her long hair neatly. The young man saw his face from the reflection of the rearview mirror after his hair was tied and Yudhistira's smile grew wider.

"It seems like this is better" murmured Yudhistira.

After starting the engine of his car, Yudhistira then drove the sports car to split the street complex, to go to Daddy Rehan's residence.

In less than five minutes, Yudhistira's car entered the gate of Daddy Rehan's residence.

The young man's forehead wrinkled, when in the spacious yard of the house, there were many luxury cars lined up.

"Is there a show, huh?" ask Yudhistira to yourself.

The young man who usually never appeared neat then parked his car, near the security guard post.

"August, Sir. I'm sorry, is there an event inside, sir?" asked Yudhistira politely, after approaching the security who served at the guard post.

"Nothing, Mom. Coincidentally, Mr. Rehan's sons are gathering" the security replied.

Yudhistira nodded, understood. "Yes already, sir. Thank you" said Yudhistira who then passed from there.

"His brothers Dik Mela is gathering?" Yudhistira suddenly hesitated to continue his steps, climbing the courtyard of the magnificent mansion already in front.

The young man already knew a lot about the Maira family. Of course he knew from the oma who loved to tell about Daddy Rehan's family, whenever Yudhistira and the oma ate together.

Yudhistira was worried that his brother Maira would not allow his youngest brother to walk with a delinquent like him.

Yudhistira paused, re-examining his appearance and making sure that everything was neat, even if it was far from perfect.

"May there be none among them ignorant and they will not make it difficult for me, later," Yudhistira said, continuing with certainty.

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