MUSHROOMS. Young Widows Underage
THERE'S A SHRIMP BEHIND THE REMPEYEK.

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The thing that makes us strong is because of self-motivation, passion and a strong desire to stay in the midst of a test and a lot of problems.

Sometimes at our weakest point, we think of giving up and resigning to repeated circumstances, forgetting that all that happens is because of the intervention of God, God as well as the Most Oversighted. Ask him to be strengthened and given the best way.

Often what makes the problem grow is ourselves in dealing with problems and tests with pessimism and giving up. And there is a promise of Allah that says "with difficulty there is ease." (QS. Al-Inshirah verse 6)

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The days pass so quickly, and we are the age of Alisha, also have entered four months. And certainly the most remembered of the age of Alisha's content is Gibran. Because he always got a warning from the Grandmother, not to touch his wife for three months. And that makes him every day have to put a cross on his sitting calendar, which is at his office desk.

"Eh, Alhamdulillah.it turns out that his cross is complete in this third month! Does that mean tonight I can touch it, right?" gibran murmured as he sat in his great chair. He just happens to be in his company right now.

"Aaah.. said the word touch my mind how to go there? Huh! I guess I can't help it until night, huh! Haiiis.. This is probably because the entong has been idle for too long time huh? So he went straight into action when he remembered that" Gibran murmured, as his eyes looked at his lower organs, which were hardening.

"Haiis ..how is this? If I'm determined to go home, there will be a grandmother will be suspicious. Especially now that Grandma is very often near Icha. Huh! It will be hard to get close to him!" he murmured again, looking confused and wrong.

"Aaah.iya why not just ask Icha here? Just say to bring the documents left in the workspace. Aah, it just seems like that!" Gibran immediately took his flat object, then he immediately looked for contact and immediately clicked on one of the names that was none other than Alisha's name. And not long after.

"Assalammu'alaikum, huh,?" gibran said, when the connection is connected.

"Wa'alaikumus greetings, Mas Yuda. What's up, Mas?" reply Alisha from across.

"Honey, can you deliver Mas's documents on the desk, to Mas's office? Is that important, honey?" gibran said, heard from his voice as if he was in need of the document.

"Ooh, all right, but wait a minute, Icha Mas's room first huh?"

"Yes dear." The connection was silent for a moment. But not for how long.

"Mas, what color file should Icha bring?" ask Alisha from across the street.

"Which is yellow darling, can you bring it here?" gibran sounded very hopeful.

"Well, Icha will bring you. Oh yeah is there anything else, that Icha should bring Mas?"

"For now that's all, honey. Because it's very important. So hurry up, honey?"

"Okay, Icha is closed now? Assalammu'alaikum?"

"Dear, be careful on the road, Wa'alaikumus greetings." Gibran replied. And soon after, the connection was cut off.

"Well, finally! Hope there are no more obstacles!" muttered Gibran again, "Hmm. I'd better finish this job first, let Icha come later, my job is ready!" he continued, then he returned to focus on his work and the laptop screen.

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While on the other side.

After getting a call from her husband. Alisha looks like she's getting ready. Because he couldn't have gone out dressed. After I felt everything was tidy. Alisha rushed out of her room with the file requested by her husband. But when he entered the family room, his steps immediately stopped, when someone called his name.

Feeling her name, Alisha looked back. And he saw an old woman, who looked fresh out of her room, who was downstairs.

"Eh, Grandma?!" his jolt, "This is Nek, that was Mas Yuda, asking Icha, to bring this document to his office. He said it was very important Nek," continued Alisha answered her question Sharah.

"Well Grandma see Son? How important is the document? To order his pregnant wife!" pinta Syarah, it seems he was upset at his grandson who just ordered his pregnant wife.

Because she did not want to argue with her husband's grandmother. Alisha immediately handed over the file she currently holds, "Okay Nek, this," he replied as he handed the file he held, to Sharah.

Sharah immediately opened it and immediately saw the contents in the file, "Huh? This is..?" he said he looked a little surprised. But he immediately stopped his speech, "Hmm.. It seems there is a shrimp behind the rumpeyek huh?" he murmured, smiling faintly.

Seeing the change in Sharah's face, Alisha became curious, "What's the matter, Grandma? How is the shrimp behind the rempeyek anyway?" What does Nek mean?" tanyanya looks so curious.

"Eh, there's nothing, son. Yes, let Reno deliver this document. You just rest, right? Because the pregnant person, should not be tired, so you should just rest, son?" reply Sharah, while holding Alisha's chin. And once again, Alisha did not want to refute the statement of her Grandmother and finally she obeyed the wishes of the Grandmother.

"Well, Grandma, then Lisha's coming to the room, huh?" pamit Alisha with resignation.

"Yes, son, go." After getting a reply from Sharah, Alisha finally returned to her room again.

Syarah immediately called Reno Assistant to her trust. And asked him to deliver the documents, to Gibran. And Reno immediately left after taking the file from his hands Sharah.

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While on the other side.

It seems Gibran has completed his task. And now he is seen pacing back and forth in his room. He seemed impatient as he waited for his wife to arrive.

"It's a really long time? I've been waiting for him for almost two hours, but I haven't been there yet?" he murmured as he looked at the door of his room many times. And at the same time there was a knock on the door.

"Thank!" with eyes that look bright. Then with a quick step he immediately approached the door in his room. And opened it right away.

"Dear you are...? Reno! How come elo is coming? Where's wife?" gibran asked with a face immediately turned cold.

"Sorry Sir! I don't know, it's just that the President told me to deliver this file" Reno replied, handing over the file he held to Gibran.

Gibran seemed annoyed, and he took the file rudely, "Have gone!" he closed the door violently.

"Huh! Grandma always interfered! Can't keep this up! Just look at me kidnapping Alisha!" he said as he dumped the file he was holding.

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