Nested Razia Satpol PP
Seven

Tasia POV

Since Mas Ardit expressed his desire to PDKT with me, he often sent me messages. Say good morning, afternoon or evening. Either ngingetin eat. The difference! Actually I didn't answer yes. I'm just saying 'Lajalanin aja Mas'. My female crocodile.

Tok..

My bedroom door's been tucked. When I opened it, it was Sheila who was standing in front of my room.

"Hi Shei, what's wrong?"

"Can I come in?" I haven't answered Sheila. Sit on my bed.

"Shei Tumben. What's the need?" I repeat my question

"Nothing's wrong"

my eyes squinted, something is wrong. If there is nothing what the collision here. Don't want to minjem money. Hust, I'm thinking where the hell.

"Emm. I see you're the same Mas Artit" Sheila looked at me seriously

"No deket. I feel the same as Mas Ardit. Why mother?"

"So no deket you can be invited out with Mas Artit. Yesterday you two did, right?" search Sheila. Oh I'm starting to know this, the reason for his arrival here.

"Ooh that.. Yesterday it was Mas Artit who wanted me to come home. But he said he wanted ramen. So yes we buy Ramen at Sismart. It's Shei"

"What are you really not? Something special?"

I just shook my head

"Don't try deketin mas Ardit ya Bag. He's mine. I used to love him"

"Yes Shei. I'm not the same as Mas Ardit"

"Yes already. I just want you not to deket the same Deket Mas Ardit" he threatened. afterwards he went so. Without greeting me.

Fortunately, I did not tell you that Ardit wants PDKT with me. I can check with Sheila.

It seems like the problem in my life at the end of this makes a rage. I want a haircut for the weekend.

"Mbak Inah, where is this salon?" ask me on Inah's mother who passed in front of my boarding room.

"This is the most decet yes at the house of Mbak Uun next to the bee's self-service"

"Oh there. Thanks to you mbak"

Then I left Mbak Inah. I took my foot to the salon mbak Uun.

15 Minutes later, I arrived.

"Bak I want a haircut dong" I said to the salon

"How rich do you want to be?" ask her back

"Short cut rich gini aja mbak. Sultry thing" point me at the sample picture

"Okay. wear bangs huh. The power fits"

I nodded in agreement

"Assalamualaikum" someone came to the salon

"Wa'alaikum.. Uh Ma Am. What's up"

"You want to get a haircut mbak Uun. Tidied yes"

I read that mom sitting next to me

"That's what mom bumped into yesterday"

I looked at that woman

"Yes, Mom, we'll see you again. Again sorry, ma'am"

"It's okay to be pretty"

My cheeks are red when I'm pretty

"Alone mbak?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Duh, that's so pretty. When do you know your mother's child. Mom son 2 boys"

I laughed in my heart. There is still a soul mate. I only answered with a grin.

about half an hour passed. Mom was pampering.

"Mom can I have your number?" put his clothes on to me

"Yes Ma'am" I type my number.

"Tasia is her name. I'm Miss Amalia. People here call her Mom Am. Mother first yes"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Let's go Uun"

...--- DW---...

The next morning, I tried to call my mom. I told you I'm going home this week. Same with mom, same miss Rachel. He said he wanted to marry his girlfriend who made a failed move on.

"Haloo mama"

"Hello too, baby. Healthy right?" I heard my mom's voice like a worried person

"Good mah. Mama why?"

"It's spreading the coronavirus baby. A place where many are closed"

"Yes yes mah. I don't know yet. I've never seen the news either"

"Just take care of yourself, son. Mama is worried about you. Mama's only son is far from Mama"

"Yes mah. Tasia must have taken good care of herself here"

Then I end my call. Huft there is. Cepet virus until Indonesia.