PaMud PaPa Young
Candlelike

"Never wait for me at the top but accompany me on the climb, don't help me when I'm drowning but teach me how to swim."

"Just try to get through if you can."

"You want to get me."

"Why is that?"

"Don't blame me if your bike gets scuffed."

"If my bike gets abrasions you compensate."

"Ah really nih women, want to find a storm yet know who I am." The motor sport rider put his bike on and then he got off his bike.

"You better get out of here before he makes you a peddler." Zainel scares the woman to leave.

"Connect me again lazy to fuss with you so I go first." The woman was afraid after hearing Zainel's words so she turned on her motorbike and she drove away from the place.

"Ckckckck's reason for saying he's afraid of me."

"Not that I wanted him to run away, why don't you look where you've been this week?" Zainel approached the woman.

"Ke mama's village. I just got back from there."

"You must be tired of riding a motorcycle alone, what if I just brought your bike?"

"Yes, it's brought by me."

Zainel rode the motorbike, while the woman sat behind Zainel. Zainel rode a motorcycle through the narrow streets of a residential complex. The road to Tary's house passes through Mr. Ustadz's house.

When Zainel drove a motorcycle owned by Tary who approached the house of pak ustadz. It just so happened that Mr. Ustadz and ibuk ustadzah were standing in front of his house.

"Let's see it's Tary's bike, right?"Buk ustadzah who heard the sound of a motorbike approaching his house turned to the sound of the motorbike.

"Yes mi." Hearing the words of buk ustadzah, mr. ustadz also turned to look at the motorbike.

"But the guy who's carrying Tary's bike." Buk ustadzah saw the man riding Tary's motorcycle.

"Tary." Mr. Ustadz who saw the motorbike driven by the man passing in front of his house, Mr. ustadz who saw Tary in the bonceng the man and he called Tary's name.

"Stop." Tary, who heard his name on the phone, asked Zainel to stop the bike.

Zainel immediately stepped on the brakes of Ry's motorbike . So that the motor driven by Zainel stopped suddenly.

Bruukk........... Bruuukk

"It hurts." Ry's forehead hit the helem that Zainel was wearing, so Tary grimaced to illness.

"Tary is okay?" Seeing Tary's motorbike stop buk ustadzah approaching Tary. Buk ustadzah is already next to Tary's bike.

"Nih look at my forehead sucked the same helems that he wears buk ustadzah. " Tary showed his reddened forehead as it was sucked by the helems Zainel was wearing.

"Who are you?" Mr. Ustadz also came to them, Mr. ustadz was curious about the man who brought the Tary motor. Mr. Ustadz was in front of Tary's bike, he noticed that the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as the one he bought for Zainel.

"Assalamu'alaikum abang ustadz." Zainel took off her helems and then she put the helm on top of the front bike.

"Walaikumsalam, it turns out you.Just like I felt the clothes you were wearing exactly the same as the one I bought for you."

"Kening Tar reddening kecedot helem. Better now Tar to mother's house let ibuk puttin." Buk ustadzah volunteered to treat Tary's forehead.

"How was your job interview?"

"Thank God I received the work of Mr. Ustadz." Zainel smiled brightly.

"Congratulations Zainel." Mr. Ustadz also joined in smiling when he heard Zainel. si Accept work.

"Abi, they should be told to stop by the house first. Umi wants to do tary's forehead which reddened her helmet's shock."Umi spoke while looking towards Abi.

"I'm sorry I didn't accidentally brake so suddenly that you got sucked in the same helem." Zainel turned her back, looking at Ry's reddened forehead and feeling guilty towards Ry.

"Then you guys stop by my house first." Mr. Ustadz asked them to stop by his house.

"I'm depending on him, brother ustadz, how do we stop by?" Zainel looked at Tary's face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ustadz and my mother ustadzah, I'll stop by next time because it's late."

"What about Tar's forehead that needs to be treated?" Ustadzah's book is worried about Tary's forehead.

"Let me do it myself at home."

"You can't treat it yourself."

"So who will treat my forehead?"

"Let me have a frown on your forehead." Zainel saw the ustadz and the ustadzah who from earlier kept glancing at him, he also understood the meaning of the glances of their eyes.

"Where's Tar?"

"He's buk ustadzah let him who ngobatin my forehead."

"Alhamdulillah if it's like that." Buk ustadzah smilingly turned towards pak ustadz.

"Then we go home, Mr. Ustadz and buk ustadzah." Zainel turned his head around and turned to look at Mr. Ustadz

"You be careful with the bike."

"All right, brother ustadz." Zainel was about to wear her helmet.

"Wait for you not to wear a helmet." Tary stopped Zainel who was about to wear a helmet.

"Where are the helems left?"

"Here let me hold the helmet."

"Here you hold the helems." Zainel did not wear a helmet and then she turned her body, she gave the helmet in her hand to Tary.

"Yes, run the bike." Tary told Zainel to ride his bike.

"Saturday also want to run the motor." Zainel turned her body towards the front.

"Sir ustadz and buk ustadzah I go home first."

"You two be careful on the road, don't forget Zainel treat Tar's eel so it won't go bad." Buk ustadzah reminded Zainel to treat the jidat Ry who has been flushed if allowed can benjol.

"Yes, brother ustadzah." After saying that Zainel was riding Ry's motorcycle.

It didn't take long just to get to the front of Tary's house which is a short distance from the house of Mr. Ustadz Zainel only need to pull one time motor gas then they have arrived in front of Tary's house.

"Uh finally got home." Tary got off her bike while carrying a helem. Tary walked towards her house.

"Is it still your forehead pain?" Zainel put Tary's new bike down from the bike. Zainel followed Tary who had already walked first towards her house.

"It hurts to wear it again." Tary was already at the door of the house opening her door with a key.

"Try here I see." Zainel was already standing behind Tary.

"Look at yourself." Tary turned her body, so that their positions faced each other.

"Here let me take medicine." Zainel lowered her head then she rubbed Tary's reddened forehead with her hands.

"It hurts." Tary felt pain as Zainel stroked her forehead using her palm.

"sorry. What if it hurts?" Hearing Tary complain of the pain Zainel stopped stroking Tary's forehead. Zainel who did not know how to cure Tary's reddened forehead. Zainel exhaled Tary's forehead so it wouldn't hurt anymore.

"Son, can this cure my sick forehead? if you think you're like blowing out a candle again."

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