MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
USHI BONUS

Ikbal was crouched in front of the gate of his house while yawning, scraping his ears, and scratching his hair that was not itchy at all. A shitty Sunday morning! Wh why? Because today, for the first time, Ikbal had to prepare breakfast. Honestly, not a necessity. Ikbal could have dreamed of beautiful girls up to one o'clock in the afternoon like last Sunday - then, but last night's incident really disturbed his conscience.

“ ... Breads. Bread chocolate cheese bread Purnami Bakery. Breads. Bread milk berry bread Purnami Bakery. Ro—“

“Eh, bread.” Spontaneous Ikbal. “Bang, woy, buy bread, Bang,” cried Ikbal.

“Oh, yes.”

“What bread is it? Bread tasteless?”

“There's dong, Mas. Want plain bargain, milk, what wheat?” Brother Roti rushed down from the motorbike and opened his bread cart.

“Today's offer, Bang, one.”

“OK ready. Moreover, Mas?”

Ikbal put the chicken fried bread into the plastic which was pierced by Abang Roti. “It's three. Same that cheese banana flavor one, chocolate banana two ..”

After returning home with a bag full of bread, Ikbal crouched down in front of the gate, this time hugging four medium-sized bowls. Still less. Ikbal was worried that even Nia's mother did not taste like eating bread for breakfast. That's why Ikbal intends to wait for the next brothers. Abang Bubur Ayam and Abang Bubur Kacang Ijo.

“But if not taste the same porridge how? Oh yes, the rice is Bu Jum.” Ikbal snatched his hoodie that was draped in the dining table chair and ran out of the house.

Indeed, feeling should not be ignored even though it often misses! Luckily Ikbal prepared several kinds of breakfast menu. Otherwise, Nia and Ushi would definitely just go down to the first floor to fetch the mineral water inside the refrigerator. But unfortunately Ikbal's feeling did not say anything about what he had to prepare to overcome the atmosphere that was too quiet.

“So you want how the dajjal is?” Ushi moved, putting his bowl of chicken porridge in the dishwasher.

“Make it while I don't want to talk about it first, Mom. I love the sudden trauma of inget him.”

“Yes, obviously you are traumatized. He'll knock you out of a baby until big. Even in front of Burhan he dared to hit you ..”

*FLASHBACK ON*

Ushi ran down the hospital corridor, looking for room number sixteen. And finally, meet. But Ushi did not immediately enter the room, because there were whispers that disturbed him. There were two sisters who had just come out of room number sixteen passing through Ushi while gossiping a heart-wrenching story. The patient in room number sixteen, Burhan, was not visited by anyone despite having been treated two weeks ago. Only Burhan's young daughter has always been faithful to his side.

" … His wife stamped here once. It's not for a peek but for money."

"Yes my. Continuously?"

"I keep beating his wife angry while talking. His wife asked for money to pay the debt. But Mr. Burhanan said he couldn't because of the money for his son's college. And his son was crying. Uh, he was slapped by his wife. Yes, that's where Mr. Burhan's condition dropped."

"Crazy. It was a blood slap of its own flesh. Duh, that's really his son, Mr. Burhan. What would be his fate if Mr Burhan died?"

"That's. Most ditaro. It's abis from here he said his wife Pak Burhan took a taxi to the airport."

"Yes Allah. Duh, don't tell me anymore. Can cry me."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

“ ... Fortunately, that dajjal fled to Taiwan. If not, I'm really matiin in place tuh.”

Ikbal choked on hearing what Ushi had just said, as well as Nia.

“Just I don't accept,” Ushi added. “Mom sure Zaim also does not accept.” Ushi changed spooning bowl of ijo bean porridge. “Surely now Zaim has already sampe Taiwan.”

Nia choked back. “I mean Zaim already know about this? Do you know Zaim?”

“Bucin people don't have to bother tau.”

“Semalem Kak Zaim suddenly came here,” timpal Ikbal on Ushi.

Nia looked at Ikbal. “Keep she can know?”

“Best friends sehati sesanubari lu rich speker noh campaign who tau.”

Quickly even though the elderly chirps of the morning sun hunters have returned from sunbathing, Vina's nose trunk has not been seen. It turned out that Vina had added oil to the blazing fire that was as high as a skyscraper! Last night after shedding her tears, Nia immediately shut herself in the room. Nia's reluctant cry for compromise made her give up. Nia fell asleep and resigned when approached by a nightmare train.

Nia hurriedly moved. “Duh, emergency.”

Ikbal. “Nothing good, Mom, if Duplicate L.K already stepped in.”

“Kok Duplicate L.K anyway? Mother's people are talking about Zaim too. Who is Duplicate L.K?”

Ikbal grazed one by one the plastic buns on the table. “Mending Mom don't need to know. Just eat, Mom, eat."

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

“I'm again the same client, Darling.” Zaim's voice was heard whispering in a phone call.

“I want video call for a minute.”

There is no confirmation from Zaim, but not for a long time his handsome face filled the screen of Nia's phone. Nia also reflexively breathed a sigh of relief.

“I call back later at lunch time huh?”

“Abis lunch no schedule let alone?”

“There is no anyway. Wh why? Want to have lunch with you?”

“Iya,” reply Nia. “On the hill that time.”

“Yaudah I'll pick up. Now I close yes ..”

Nia again heaved a sigh of relief, as the short call ended Zaim. It turns out that this time Zaim did not immediately act like when Nia was bullied and harassed at school. Though Nia was already worried about the fate of Monica and Nila which will most likely end tragically beyond the fate of Kinan and his friends. Thankfully Zaim's work kept him busy. That's what Nia thought, when what really happened was.

“Crazy.” Monica appeared from under the table.

“Newly awake?” Zaim gave five hundred thousand bills to a cafe waiter. “ Thanks yes.”

“Sama-sama Mr. Zaim,” said the man's servant as it passed.

“So how? Deal?”

Monica sighed in response to Zaim. “How can I deal? I came all the way here to bring Nia to my Mom. Mom I want to apologize directly to Nia.”

“I'm sure I won't be forgiven for now. So I give you a week. As soon as I make you can not get out of Indonesia.”

Mad fellow! Monica continued to call out those two words in her mind. After forcing him to hide under a desk and bribing a cafe waitress to pretend to be his client, Zaim easily tricked Nia. Monica shouldn't have opened the door to Zaim who was visiting in the morning. But Monica could what if the apartment manager even gave Zaim a spare key willingly?

“I promised my parents, especially my Mom. I'll take Nia to Taiwan.”

“Kalo gitu ingkarin dong for your life.” Zaim sipped his chocolate milk.

“Aday. Please permit me to take Nia to Taiwan for a day. Let Mamah be calm even after she might die.”

Zaim simply answered Monica with a steady slab.

“You can't believe you can come. Ushi's mom and her son are also okay. Sa-”

“At first I thought you were good with Nia, but it turns out I was wrong,” interrupted Zaim. “What you think is just your Mom. You do not think about how the victim feels when met with the same criminals. Yes, walopun you said the villain was a penitent.”

DEG

“Monica, I'm crazy,” added Zaim while putting three hundred thousand bills under his cup of chocolate milk.

DEG

Zaim still continues, “And crazy people can not be provoked the same crazy things.” Zaim. “So, I'll give you a week. Okay?”

DEG DEG DEG

...Ushi Widhiani's...