PaMud PaPa Young
Fitri And Zainel in Cafe

"Away from you makes you dizzy, but close to you make salting."

"Well, it's you." The woman turned to the voice of the baritone, she felt disappointed when she found the man in front of her Yudi.

"What's my nyariin here?"

"Don't geer you, I'm here it's not nyariin you."

"If not my nyariin, whose mother nyariin?" Yudi pretended not to know what the woman was looking for.

"Where's Zainel?"

"It turns out that my guess was this afternoon." Lirih Yudi's.

"What are you talking about?" The woman did not hear Yudi's words.

"Zainel is in the front room of the buk."

"Why are you still standing there? hurry up and clean this room." Seeing Yudi did not move from the bathroom, making the woman become upset and she told Yudi to clean the room.

"All right, mother." Yudi walked up his legs through the bathroom door, seeing that the woman shifted the body so that Yudi walked past the woman.

Yudi took a broom in the corner of the room, then he began to sweep the floor of the hotel room with a broom.

"Hey, it's behind you there's still a market. The woman stood up while clucking her waist looking at Yudi who was sweeping the floor of the hotel room.

"Where's buk?" Yudi turned her body and then she looked towards the floor of the hotel room.

"That looks right behind your shoes."

"Ooo it's here." Yudi saw the sand that the woman meant was right behind her shoes. Yudi swept the floor behind his shoes.

"When I return to this room it must be neat, clean and fragrant." After saying that the woman left Yudi who was sweeping the floor of the hotel room.

Chequek........ Chequelek

At the same time the doors of the hotel rooms facing each other opened.

"Zainel's." Greet the woman as she walked through the door of the hotel room that was already open.

"Yes to Fitri." Zainel looked towards the door of the hotel room which was right in front of her, she saw Fitri walking closer towards her.

"Have you finished giving me that room?" Fitri was already standing before Zainel.

"It's buk." Zainel lowered his head when faced with Fitri.

"Come now you're coming with me!"

"Where is my mother?"

"Not much to go with."

"Can ibuk Fitri slide a little?" Zainel saw Fitri standing in front of the door of the hotel room blocking his way, so he could not walk through the door of the hotel room.

"Can." Fitri shifted her body so that Zainel could walk through the door of the hotel room.

After Zaine exited the hotel room, she closed the hotel room door and locked the hotel room door. When Zainel was about to walk while carrying cleaning equipment.

"Hey, why are you bringing that?" Fitri who saw that immediately reprimanded Zainel.

"Lah make ibuk ngajak go then I bring this."

"I did invite you to leave but didn't have to bring clean-up equipment."

"Well, so what's this equipment?"

"You leave it with Yudi."

"Don't open it, let me bring you the cleaning service." Zainel refused to leave the cleaning equipment to Yudi.

"Jews." Fitri shouted to Yudi.

"Judi, hurry up you're here."

Zainel placed the cleaning equipment on the floor, heard Fitri's scream, so Zainel closed both ears using his palms.

"Yes buk." Yudi who was inside the hotel room immediately ran the hotel door.

"Jew, take this." Fitri sees Yudi has come out of the hotel room, then he tells Yudi to take the cleaning equipment that is usually carried by Zainel.

"Well, that's what Zainel used to bring."Yudi glanced towards Zainel.

"You don't have much to do, take it."

"Have the buk, let me take it." Zainel felt bad for Yudi.

"Don't I tell you it's not you." Fitri spoke while pointing at Yudi's face.

"Let me take it." Yudi was forced to obey Fitri, taking the clean equipment.

They are already sitting on chairs with facing positions in the cafe in the middle of town D. Cafe named Nongki Cuy, became a place for young people in the city of D.

Dining menu and drinks are again a trend among young people in the city of D it is making the cafe crowded in the city of D young people visit. In addition, in the cafe there is live music, so that visitors enjoy live music.

"Have you ever been here?"

"Not yet."

"Don't call my mother we're outside." Fitri spoke while holding Zainel's hand on the table.

"Don't like this we're not muhrim." Zainel immediately brushed Fitri's hand from his. Zainel placed her hands on her thighs.

"When will you make me a muhrim?" Fitri spoke in a spoiled tone to Zainel.

"Well, you mean?"Instantly, Zainel's forehead wrinkled at Fitri's words

"When do you want to marry me?"

"Why are you the same as me?"

"Because I want to be your wife.Try you see well I'm beautiful, sexy, white, smart, kind, friendly and rich." Fitri spoke while looking into Zainel's eyes with a hopeful glow.

Zainel looked into Fitri's eyes so that their gazes met. Zainel saw from Fitri's eyes that Fitri was in love with her. Zainel was uncomfortable with this kind of situation.

"Where are you going?" Saw Zainel standing from her seat.

"To the Toilet."Zainel was about to step away for the next time.

"Why do you want to go to the toilet?"

"Pull water."

"Yes, don't be long."

After Zainel went to the toilet, Fitri looked towards the live music that was in the cafe.Fitri enjoyed the singer who was singing songs while accompanied by a guitar. Until the song ended Fitri continued to look towards live music.

"Good night everyone, may you all be in good health. Enjoy the food and drinks at cafe nongki Cuy." After singing, the singer spoke with a microphone to everyone in the cafe.

"For those visitors who want to contribute their golden voice to come forward, we welcome with all due respect.

"Would a brother wearing a black blazer contribute his golden voice to all of us?"The singer looked towards Fitri who was wearing a black blezer with a white shirt that had two buttons on the top open so that the two twin hills belonging to Fitri were exposed.

"Well, are you talking to me?" Fitri spoke while showing her fingers towards herself.

"Yes, do you want to block the sound of gold?"

"No sound I'm chipping." Fitri refused to sing at the cafe, he felt that his voice was flattened so he felt afraid of being ridiculed by the end who was in the cafe.

"Let's sing!" The singer asked Fitri to sing a song.

"Singing."

"Singing."

"Singing."

All visitors to the cafe jointly asked Fitri to sing, Fitri who felt unbearable with their request the end of standing from his seat.

Tak......... Tak

Tak............Tak

Tak.............Tak

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