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Meet Imagery

The Fatwa immediately approached me as soon as I saw her. “Ish, I told you, wait till I come. It's still ngeyel. Quick cancel his online taxi!” fatwa's orders that I think I'm going home in an online taxi.

“Ish, who wants to go home. Res people only want to go to mushala, kok,” I replied.

Fatwa only smiles mesemically when wrongly guessed. A moment later, he began to ask me to go to Mushala.

“Where are his legs? Does it still hurt?” tanya Fatwa while looking at my feet that are still a little swollen.

I just nodded my head.

“Ya already, later come home from here we check with the doctor, yes!” bring Fatwa.

“But Resti hungry...” I whine softly. My stomach is no longer able to compromise. But it's also lunchtime, anyway.

“Ya Already, later we stop by Alhamda cafe,” said Fatwa.

“OK! But, by the way ... why is it that you've come home this time?” I repeat the initial question.

“I change schedule with temen. Coincidentally tomorrow he has a seminar in Jogja,” said Fatwa.

“Oh.”

Shortly after, we arrived at Mushala. Fatwa is still faithful to take me to the place of women's ablution. “Do I have to wait for you?” ask Fatwa.

I just listened to the question of the unfaithful Fatwa. Why would he wait for me to wudhu here.

Fatwa chuckled at my reaction. After that, he then went towards the man ablution place.

After ablution, still with the help of a cane, I stuttered towards the mushala. I also fulfill my duty.

After praying and making up my face, I came out. Fatwa who finished praying and was wearing her shoes. A smile emanated from his lips as he realized that I had come out of the mushala. After putting on her shoes, she came back to help me walk.

Still faithfully, Fatwa drove me to the car. He opened the car door and let me in. After that, he walked around the front of the car and opened the steering wheel door. Fatwa drove her car as soon as she saw that I was wearing a safety belt.

The song Kangen belonging to one of the old bands accompanied our journey. “You like Gods?” my many.

Fatwa. “Hmm, the song is pretty good too,” replied Fatwa.

“Yes, you really are. Old song that still hits yes, this is one of them,”, I said.

“He-emh, this has been my favorite song of all my life,” Fatwa said.

“Why? Does this song remind you of someone?” my guess.

“Ya,” reply Fatwa briefly.

Instantly I remembered Anna, the former lover of the Fatwa who had passed away. “You must have missed him so much, huh?” I guess I'm pretentious.

“Hem-eh, I miss him a lot,” Fatwa replied looking sad.

“Send Al-Fatehah only, Fat. He's been quiet in nature there,” I said smartass.

Fatwa looks shocked. He immediately looked at me. “Do I have to send Al-Fatehah for you?” tanya Fatwa linked her two eyebrows.

I cringe. “You mean?” my question is not to understand.

I've loved this song since I broke up with you. Even when I met him again, I still liked him. I missed you that day. And even now, I still miss you, Res,” said fatwa while staring at the focus of the road in front of him.

Honestly, I'm flattered. But, he said that without looking at me. Huh, that's it .. maybe he hasn't eaten the medicine, until his nonsense digresses like that. I was silent too. Not seriously taking his talk.

I feel like I'm not responding to his words. The fatwa glanced back at me. “Kok silent?” ask Fatwa.

I let out a breath. “Terus Res should how?” I asked him back.

“Yes, by the way, cake! Respond to my talk earlier,” replied Fatwa.

“Oke Respond, Yes! Hmm, Res did not expect, after a long time apart, you become a pinter mgegombal,” my ledek.

“Haish!” Fatwa was seen bending her face when she heard my words.

Sorry, Fat. But this is too soon for me. I still need time to believe what's in my heart. Moreover, the wounds inflicted on Yudhis were still too wet.

Getting the sweet treatment from the cold man who had melted away, instantly the hue of my face might have changed color. Please don't treat me like this, Fat. I'm too afraid to fall back on your charms.

I smiled and took her hand. Tepis all your feelings, Res. Remember, he just wants to help you, nothing more! whispered my heart

Fatwa grabbed me until we entered the cafe. For a moment, we circulated our gaze in search of an empty table.

"How about we sit there, Res?” point Fatwa at a table in the corner of the room.

“Bby,” answered.

Back Fatwa memapahku towards the table which is located is quite hidden from the other table.

“Still strong?” tanya Fatwa who began to worry to see the look of my face that slightly grimaced.

“Still,” I replied, pretending.

“If it hurts, let me just carry it,” bargain Fatwa.

“Nevent gone, Fat. Anyway, a little more also until,” reject me.

“Ish, we should not choose a table there,” Fatwa ruk.

“Udah, not pa-pa. the place is also quite quiet. Not many people pass by because they are in the corner. Res likes it, really. So not too noisy,” I replied.

Fatwa just smiled. A few moments later, we got there. The fatwa pulled out one of the chairs and helped me sit down. After that, he called a servant to serve us.

“Eat what, Res?” ask Fatwa as soon as a waiter comes and thrusts her menu list.

I looked at the menu for a moment. “Hmm. Rice toast the contents of spicy squid cake is delicious, nih,” I said.

"Aren't you guys using the crispy squid? Isn't that your favorite food?” ask Fatwa.

I frowned, how did he know that food was my favorite? my inner. “Mama said, yes?” my guess.

Fatwa shook her head.

“Terus?” I began to wonder.

“Aji,” replied Fatwa while focusing on choosing her menu.

“Aji?” I repeat the Fatwa's answer.

Fatwa closed her menu book. “I liwet rice, same sweet sour gurame. Just have an orange ice. What are you drinking, Res?” ask Fatwa. It seems he's diverting the conversation.

“Then,”I'm annoyed.

“Oh, yes already. Rice liwet same sweet sour gurame, spicy squid grilled rice, same two orange ice. Don't forget the crispy squid, yes, Mas,” Fatwa message to the cafe waiter.

“Good, please wait a moment yes, sir!” answer the waiter.

After the waiter left, I again urged Fatwa about crispy squid. “when did Aji say that Res likes crispy squid?”

Fatwa just chuckled at my question.

“Ih, Fatwa...” I returned to bring out my powerful style. Whiney.

“Hehehe, Aji once said that in the past when observing marine animals to Cipatujah, you eat all the crispy squid served by the hotel manager until there is no one you share. Instead, you're hives all night because you consume too much crispy squid, hehehe..”.

Haish.., I don't know, my face is like what it looks like when Fatwa recounts one of my disgrace in High School.

“Already, do not need to be discussed again,” I said, annoyed.

“Iya-iya,” replied Fatwa.

There are many visitors too, Fat?” tanyaku while circulating the view to see the visitors who are enjoying the food. Suddenly, my gaze locked onto one of the women sitting with a middle-aged man. “Eh, Fat .. isn't that Citra?” my question is pointing at the Citra table.

Fatwa reverses body. “Om Raymond?"

Seriate