
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...Fear Allah wherever you are. Irrigate the evil with goodness that can remove it and human society with good manners....
...(.(.HR At Tirmidhi)...
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A young boy and a young woman were in Elea's house. They sat on the sofa opposite Elea while carrying several hands.
"Include me Graceful and this is my son named Dareen. We're new neighbors who just moved in." explained the woman named Anggun while introducing herself. Do not forget to also give up the hand that he had earlier on.
The boy in front of Elea was roughly older than Cila because of his large body.
Dareen nodded and shook Elea's hand.
"Mba Elea lives alone?" Gracefully asked because from that moment her bead had caught no one but Elea.
Elea shook her head "I live with my husband and son. My husband is at work and my son is in the room. I'll call you soon."
Elea left Cila had already come down from the stairs while carrying a pillow doll in the shape of cherry blossoms.
"Honey here, there's a guest." Elea waved at Cila who walked towards her with a bent face. His eyes stared at the boy named Dareen.
"Why is his face pouting. Ngorging at the Mother huh? I'm sorry, honey, Mommy forgot to be Cila." said Elea.
"Know our new neighbors. This is Auntie Anggun and this is Dareen." Elea introduces her guest to Cila.
"What's his name? Very beautiful." praise Anggun staring at Cila.
"Cila" replied Cila
"Tila's name?" Gracefully ensure.
Elea chuckles at seeing Cila shake her head.
Gracefully staring confused. His eyebrows almost fused together. "Trus what's his name?" ask Gracefully again.
"The name is Cila." neither Cila nor Elea answered. Except Dareen.
Dareen's words suddenly made Anggun and Elea look at him. Eyes full of questions were thrown.
"You know Cila, Dar?" Gracefully asked Dareen.
Dareen nodded and said that Cila was one of the friends at her new school. They're a TK A class.
Maybe because Dareen's body is large so many may think that Dareen's age is older.
Dareen had only moved to the same school for a few days with Cila. Before moving to a new house, Anggun did first find a school for Dareen.
Anggun and Dareen came home after a long conversation. Cila has evaporated several times. The girl was not used to sleeping too late.
Cila looked on dislike at the body of the little man who was slowly getting away.
"Darling why was his face bent? It was also fitting Dareen said greetings not answered."
Elea asked while holding Cila's body after making sure the door was closed tightly.
"Tila nda tuka Daleen, Bunah. Daleen tahat tama Tila."
"Evil how? Mother saw Dareen well."
Cila shook her head violently. I really don't like it when Dareen is considered good. The good thing is just reyhan said intan. Oops.
"Pokona Daleen. Tila don't like it, Tila hates Daleen!" reply Cila while sulking. His lips were pursed with eyebrows that were almost fused together.
"Honey, Mommy never taught Cila to hate someone. Because it is a despicable deed." said Elea.
"But Daleen tahat tama Tila, Bunah." Cila fight again.
"Cila, we can't reply to those who have infected us. But reply with kindness. Because slowly it's good that will erase evil."
Fear Allah wherever you are. Irrigate the evil with goodness that can remove it and human society with good manners. (HR At Tirmidhi)
Cila looked down and nodded in understanding. They have arrived in the room. Go in and lie down on the bed.
Before going to bed, Elea checked the phone she had put on the nightstand. The message he sent on Ardha's account was not brackets answered. Not even read.
Elea sighed, perhaps Ardha was so busy she could not open her phone.
But when Elea was about to put down the flat object, suddenly there was a notification coming in from the green application.
Elea opened it, again a message from an unknown number. Even that number had repeatedly called Elea.
But none of these messages Elea read. The call was never raised.
Elea blocked the number because she thought it was disturbing.
Then Elea took the blanket and wrapped her body to her stomach. And began to fall asleep into the subconscious.