My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 10

"Na, wake up Na!" exclaimed Mother early in the morning very noisy. Gegara could not sleep last night, Nahla today is really bad luck.

"Well, what time is it, Buk?" ask the girl. Saw the clock on his phone almost half six. Spontaneous direct flow to the bathroom.

"Duh .. really this bad luck," the girl was getting ready to take a shower.

"Your ...!" screeched the girl found her water faucet dead.

"What the hell Na, early in the morning screaming. A shower!"

"The water is off Buk, help me!" ngenes himself.

"Eh, really? This is because at this hour the neighbors wear more, so die," said Mother to be sorry.

"Keep me how dong, Buk, cook not take a bath?"

"A little while" said Mother. Viewing the backyard.

"Pantesan die, lawong diicillin gini, the base of nosy neighbors," mummy dumel accidentally stopped by the neighbors secretly change to shrink the locking faucet.

After launching the action, Bu Kokom returned home while being vigilant. Again with rubins again.

"Na, it's on, isn't it?" exclaim Mother while preparing breakfast.

"Faith, Buk," said Nahla from within.

After taking a shower, he put on his uniform. Prepare to go to share knowledge in order to benefit.

"Breakfast used to be ready," exclaimed Mother reminded.

Nahla only ate one tangkep bread, plus a glass of tea is quite stocky this morning. The woman who teaches maths every day turns on her motor. Directly rushed to the location of Tunas Bangsa High School.

As usual, the woman parked her motorcycle in the teacher's parking lot. Go into the teacher's room with the others.

"For Nahla's Mom?" sapa Pak Agam as an Indonesian teacher.

"Again" said Nahla, nodding politely. Take a hiatus before starting teaching. So even when the clock comes home, must leave an electronic absence to meet the end of today's duties.

The woman will be home by late afternoon. Precisely today, about half four Nahla have been contacted Icha who had been waiting. Too bad Miss Nahla's phone ran out of power. The woman could not contact the house, and unfortunately the motor was driven about the problem.

Until the afternoon Nahla did not come, even so that Pak Hanan came home to find his daughter who looked sullen at home.

"That's why, Mbok?" hanan asked his house assistant. Mbok Ijah who worked from morning to afternoon was forced not to go home because he accompanied Icha first.

"Well, how can you not come ngabarin?" the man muttered. His phone was ready to ask about the news. Why until this afternoon the woman who is familiarly called Miss Nana did not show her nose.

"Not active, where the hell?" the man suddenly worried. Worried, whether it might be deliberately avoiding it, or maybe not related to his application that has no answer. Nahla should still come, and do not mix the business of work with his personal problems.

Hanan tries to call Tio's number, Nahla's sister. That afternoon Tio had not come home so did not know whether her brother had come home or not.

Instead of contacting Nahla's father, it never lifted. The man who was busy selling cloth in the market just returned home in the afternoon.

"Hmm, Nahla hasn't come home yet? Please connect the power, your phone is dead, there was a phone from Hanan but the hunt ran out of batteries," Pinta Bapak while pouring water from a teapot.

"This hour hasn't come home most ngeles children, sir," said Mother relaxed. Usually so too. Back busy in the kitchen after brewing coffee for her husband.

Tio had just come home, the young man was running a little from the front yard due to the sudden rain. While the sought-after is still in the workshop waiting for the queue of the motor is worked on.

"Sir, the time is not quite soon our workshop will close, how about taken tomorrow," suggested the workshop brother.

"Owh .. That's it, Mas" he said. Will wait for it to be worked on today because tomorrow morning will certainly be a hassle of its own without the beloved iron horse.

"Yes, just leave it," he said full of solutions.

Nahla also agreed, while waiting for the rain to subside, waiting in front of the workshop could not go home.

"Mom Nahla? Haven't come home?" sapa Pak Agam stopped his car right in front of the woman on foot.

"Hehe, yes sir, my motorbike is leaking, uh instead tell it to be left alone to close."

"Oalah .. let's just be with me, Mom, already want this maghrib," he offered.

Nahla was suddenly upset, accepted Pak Agam's offer or remained standing in that place waiting to subside. Hearts are up in the afternoon.

"Come on, it just so happens that our house is unidirectional, right?" said the man without further ado.

"Yes sir, I may," replied Nahla finally assented.

Actually Nahla was awkward and confused, forced also because she could not contact the house person, even ordered a taxi because her phone died. May it be safe until the house is not flayed neighbors, or even interrogated parents.

"Till here, sir, my house is near" Nahla said.

"Don't, still drizzle," said Mr. Agam was kind enough to reach the front page.

The reason, the woman was actually confused herself to behave like what to find Mr. Hanan's car there was also parked in her yard. The man was worried about not being able to contact her, so he followed her home to make sure.