ONE THIRD OF NIGHT
A LITTLE NERVOUS
...-HAPPY READING-...
..."Don't blame God for not showering you with gifts."...
...(.(.Don't blame God for not showering you with gifts)...
...•••...
..."Don't just thank God when things are going well."...
...(.(.Don't just thank God when things are going well)...
...•••...
"I accept ... Whatever it is,"
"Every human being must have a good side and a bad side, and my son must have a side that makes itself bad, this side is not good ... Many,"
"My son both ... B will cry when he falls. However, the A ... He was crying too, but alone. Si B likes pedes ... And A loves chocolate. This B if angry he will go out, but if the A—"
"—Wait, om?"
Abyan turned his head and scrunched his forehead. "Why?"
"I don't understand" replied Shaka. "A who? B who? Um,"
Abyan chuckled softly, he slightly hit the spoiled thigh Shaka, joking. "B, that? Nayra, and A ... Your candidate," replied Abyan again chuckling.
Shaka grimaced a little.
Their food has arrived, and Nayla is among them. Nayla smiled at her father, as she turned towards Shaka she also took the time to smile at a glance. However, Shaka only glanced at his 0.50 secon course.
Nayla got out of there, somehow the two of them are here. Nayla also did not want to know why the father was willing to take the time to chat with Shaka ... In the caffe.
"Nayra is a typical person who ... Open, different from Nayla," Abyan opened the voice again. "You have to deal with him,"
Shaka looked at Abyan full of question marks, eager to believe but why Abyan's expression was holding back a smile. "Why should you be careful, om?"
"Nayla that will install her calm face even though the situation is again precarious, her." Say Abyan with a small ruckus at the end. "Especially he's over-thinking."
Shaka was very very listening to him, where know this will be important for the future. Her lips slightly revealed a thin smile.
...•••...
Nayla is busy now, it has been a few days now her caffe again back active again. And some of the groceries were already thinning, the Take away presentation was ... Very well done.
"Assalamualaik."
Nayla looks up from her squat, being engrossed in arranging some new cake products. After rising from her squat, the first thing Nayla saw was the apparition of a man ... Handsomest.
"Not answered?"
Nayla smiled faintly before answering. "Wa'alaikumussalam," he replied muttering.
The man chuckled. "As Emma stone said ... " The man seemed to be pausing his words. "You’re only human. You live once and life is wonderful, so eat the damned red velvet cupcake."
(You are just a human being. You live once and life is beautiful, so eat that cursed red cupcake.)
Nayla took a deep breath and smiled patiently. "Red Velvet one, huh sir?"
Again, Nayla heard a small twitch from the man's mouth in front of her.
"Hehe .. okay, okay! I pesen red Velvet same her drink it ... Lattes,"
Nayla nodded in concern.
Sagara, the guy who always comes here just to eat the cursed red cupcake. And it has been a few days Sagara showed his strange attitude, like—
"You're the one who delivered," he said passed.
Sagara headed to the second floor, where he felt free. Because the second floor has a sport that is very suitable for Sagara itself.
Nayla again let out a heavy sigh, she will not comply with her customer's request this time. One very vague request for Nayla.
Sagara who is willing to look for Nayla just to eat her favorite food, Sagara who willingly passed by Mbak Nita the receptionist just to order on Nayla. Nayla herself suspects, this is one of the tricks of the present day what?
"Ray!"
Ray turned his head, then immediately approached the boss. "Yes, why mbak?"
Nayla gives up the food that Sagara ordered to Ray, Ray. Ray's back at work in his cafe, all misunderstandings have been resolved.
"Why, mbak?" Ray asked to take the food.
Nayla just showed me the second floor with her chin. However, Ray already understood, his self slightly smiled amusedly before stepping away.
...•••...
"Excuse me ... " Greet Ray with the ruckus at his end.
Sagara twists his lazy eyeball, Ray is his friend. So ... Being a loyal friend only needs two options, a little bastard (if good) or we will be forgiven right. Unfortunately the first option is the answer.
However, Sagara will still hold fast as Samuel Butler said at that time. "Friendship is like money, easier made than kept."
(Friendship is like money, easier to make than to maintain)
"Why Lo, anyway?" Ask Sagara annoyed.
"Gtt ... HAHAHA,"
Sagara looked at Ray full of annoyance, he already said, right? This self will continue in mockery.
"Get out!" Sagara cried with his left foot kicked the wind.
Ray slightly eased his laughter, his food was already laid out in front of the customer.
"It's not easy, bro!" His words passed leaving his friend.
...•••...
After turning off the gas of his car, Shaka was silent for a while. The feeling of being very nervous was clearly from earlier had attacked him, even though Abyan was close even very close to him. But still, it's ... His future in-laws.
Shaka was even a little Tremor when he heard the words from Abyan, his hands were also hot cold. It's nothing, it's just that he was too eager to quickly go to the level of marriage with his son.
Shaka chuckles at her remembering, soon she will become a husband. Where his responsibilities are increased, all the sins that later his wife did, Shaka will take responsibility himself.
Speaking of that, his umma has not come home from the boutique yet. His house is very empty, even today his usual santri picket in ndalem was not there.
Shaka took the initiative to rest the body for a while on the terrace, after this he will fill out the afternoon study after the ashar later. Shaka smiled, Allah SWT indeed heard the sound of his prayer. Prayer' which Shaka always mentions in the third of the night.
I don't know, Shaka also doesn't understand, If you've been a match you don't have to be afraid. The word always comes when Shaka prays.
Though the return of his self that is even still a corn can grow the seeds of love for someone so deep. The meeting was very little, can only be mediocre when in the mosque, and when in caffe.
So many women out there, but Shaka is so very interested in the figure of ‘dia’. Yes ‘dia’, he who always makes his lips smile when he sees his obedience, ‘dia’ who always keep his eyes not even issued a sound that can cause orgasm for men.
Her.
Shaka was amazed by him.
...•••...
"Assalamualaik."
Seemed to have no answer to his greeting, one flashed in his mind ... Slender. This house is very quiet, but the clock still shows at half-five in the afternoon.
Nayla steps her feet towards the kitchen, her thirst very dry. Grap who himself ordered earlier was like he could not be fluent in his driving, which is where his car was very slowly running.
"Mother's not home yet, is she?" Her menologue checked her cell phone.
But there is no notification of any message that he found, there is only his monthly quota that is only 20% more. HAHAHA, Nayla really didn't think about that.
Today she did not even see her twin sister, Nayra. Where's Nayra? Her phone was off, and her red car was also parked neatly in the trunk.
Nayra didn't bring a car.
Nayla was planning to take a shower, already very sticky. Fortunately, he had performed the Ashar prayer on the road.
...-TO BE CONTINUED-...
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^^^Aceh, 24 June 2023^^^