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Chapter 43. (PoV Rama) - Sleepiness

But both of them did not move, maybe think the cat or what hit the bamboo, even though it was clearly my feet. Curse a piece of bamboo about 1 meter long, I will use to hit the bastard.

The two thieves did not seem to be bothered by the sound of the bamboo. They quickly unlock the motor of course with a fake key or any item that can be used to unlock the motor.

The motorcycle was pulled back. However, before I managed to get him to escape, I immediately jumped up while shouting.

"Maliii...maliii...malliiing...malliing....!" I said while hitting a piece of bamboo to one of the thieves.

"Ouch!" he shouted, but he could still get up again and run after his partner.

I shouted again, "Maliying, maliii, tangkaap, kejaaaar.......!" my yelling.

Instantly some residents who were close to the house of Pak Haji Makmur came out of the house. Including Pak Haji Makmur, Bu Tita, and Warya out of the house.

Seeing me holding bamboo, Pak Haji Makmur approached me.

"What is Rama? How to hold bamboo?" tanyakanya.

"So I went to the mosque Pak Haji, suddenly saw two people who were after this motorcycle" I said.

"Duh, he forgot last night to put the motorcycle in," said Pak Haji Makmur.

Ms. Tita looked silent, not saying anything. Warya looked over and approached me.

"That's a good thing there's Brother Rama. Where are you going, brother?" ask Warya.

"Run over there, War," I said short.

"The key has been successfully opened. Goddamn assholes. Know this is the Holy Moon, still want to steal," said Pak Haji Makmur while putting his motorcycle into the house.

"Well, the name is not counting Holy Months or ordinary months, if there are items that are targeted and may be taken," I said.

"Yes Ram. Thank you, have helped catch the thief," said Pak Haji Makmur.

"Yes sir are both. Tomorrow do not forget to put the motor into the house sir to be safe," I said.

"Yes, yes Ram. Here enter the house to eat sahur together here," asked Pak Haji.

"Thank You Sir. Anytime. It's going to the mosque for a while" I said.

Warya. While Pak Haji and Bu Tita who did not say anything had entered the house. Some of the people who had approached had dispersed.

"What's going to the mosque?" ask Warya.

"This is Boim cees why there is no building up people eat sahur. Warya just heard that there are no Irma children building sahur?" much

"I was waiting too. I woke up from 02:00 until now not sleeping again. But don't hear the children waking up to eat sahur," said Warya.

I'm getting suspicious. And excuse me to Warya will see the children to the mosque.

"Then, I'll look at the kids at the mosque, let's have a filler War" I said.

"I'm coming with you" said Warya.

Me and Waya rushed to the mosque. In every house seems to be busy eating sahur, some are still heard busy cooking in the kitchen.

I saw the clock in HP is almost 4 am, I have not sahur, it is not why precisely sahur at the end of time approaching imsak is an example of the Prophet.

When approaching the mosque there appeared to be Anwar.

"I went to the mosque.What's wrong?" ask Anwar.

I also explained the reason.

"Let's look inside Kak" Anwar said, opening the door to the mosque. And it appears that Boim cees is still lying on his stomach sleeping with each other. In his hand was still HP.

"Damn it's worth the sleep, sleep in the mosque bring HP again," I said, I thought they were fun playing games with his HP.

"Ck, tsk, tsk........" Warya and Awar clucked.

"No one slept in the mosque, brother," Anwar said.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up, sahuuuur!" I said while shaking the bodies of those shameless children.

"What, what, what? Forgive me, don't get hit, aampuuun......!" boim said like fear.

"Who wants to hit? Wake up, eat sahur, want to fast?" I said.

"Oh, Brother Rama, Kak Warya, Kak Anwar.duh sorry sleep can not build sahur." said Boim cengengesan.

"Let's go home, eat sahur!" say

They rushed back to their homes. I also immediately went home because to eat sahur only left about 20 minutes.

After eating sahur I rushed to the mosque again for morning prayers. Then back home, did not have time to attend the recitation held as dawn prayers because my mind was back in chaos considering the words of Bu Tita about Rp 5 million.

I thought hard about getting that money. Is ventured to borrow to the parents of my lover, Yati, because his parents although not classified as rich, but his economic life is not bad-bad very.

However, when I think about it, where my pride as an unmarried man was already troublesome for the future in-laws, how about getting married? I immediately abandoned that intention.

Being bowed in a chair while massaging his forehead, and scratching his head that does not itch, suddenly my sister Wati approached.

"Why Brother Rama?" tanyanya, sitting in front of me.

"Is there a problem with Yati?" followup.

I shake my head.

"Then why this morning has been massaging the forehead scratching the head? It's impossible if there's no problem!" call my sister again.

On the one hand I'm proud my sister has attention, on the one hand I doubt that even if I have to talk about my problem there's no way she can help because it's about money. Where did he get the money.

"Yes, Wat," I said short.

"Is there a problem?"

I nodded

"Sister Rama, we are brothers, we are one unit in the family. Come on tell me what kind of problem Big Brother is thinking. Let's break it together for the sake of the wholeness of our family," said Wati made me moved with my sister.

Wati is indeed different from her brother Almarhumah Wiwi

very calm and rarely speaks except for the important things. That is why many young people say they are interested in Wiwi because of its calm nature.

As for Wati the opposite, if you talk loudly. If there is a problem that makes his heart offended, do not hesitate to speak frankly, bluntly.

"No need for Wat. Let this matter be the mind of Brother. God willing Brother can handle himself," I said not to involve Wati.

"So don't lie. It's the month of fasting. There is no way so early to have pondered no muddle if you do not think about heavy problems. Let's say, what's the problem. Tell me that Brother wants to be recognized as my brother!" wati shouted loudly.

Suddenly father appeared.

"Did you guys fight early in the morning?" ask the father, then come sit with me and Wati.

"We're not fighting, sir" I said.

"Then why is Wati screaming that she's no longer fighting?" ask me with my face.

"You don't like to fight. I am sad when my kids fight. I'm sad to be left by Wiwi, you guys don't make any more trouble. You must be compact to help each other, must love each other," long father's advice.

I didn't think this would attract my brother and my father. Knowing this, I just went to bed again after coming home from the mosque. Now it's gone, but I'm confused how to.

"We're not fighting, sir," I said once again, explaining that his face looked irritated.

"If you're not fighting why do you like talking to each other?" now that mom is talking, she seems to be listening as well.

My mother sat in the chair with us.

"Just like your father said, Rama, Wati, you two must be compact, must love each other, must help each other, must come forward, do not quarrel. Your sister and sister, Wiwi, wouldn't be quiet in nature if you fought," said Mother. (Connected)