Sam
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This afternoon, Sam was still busy with his work. There was one cup of coffee on the right of his laptop, only half of it.

While focusing on the folding screen in front of him, he got a message from Alif, the older brother.

[That's money, make a project that we used to talk about, Sam.]

Sam was still speechless clueless with his eyebrows almost linked, because he tried to remember what project his brother conveyed. Just as he was about to reply to Alif's message, one more notification distracts him. When he saw the contents of the next message, Sam was wide-eyed because of the nominal that the brother sent.

^^^[A lot, Mas?]^^^

That was all he dared to send. It is impossible if he dares to ask what project he is referring to. Can be used up on a phone at length. He remembered, when Alif attended the graduation ceremony first and had spent the night at the papa service house, the discussion about the project had been mentioned before. However, Sam who was exhausted did not rub it even to sleep.

[You think you want to make the warteg money small. It's a big effort, Sam. So make sure you have got a trustworthy business partner.]

^^[Yes, Mas.]^^^

The short answer is Sam's mainstay when he does not want to deal long.

[Just ask Pakde Wahid how much money when he made the workshop. Let me open your eyes!]

Oh, it turns out the business of opening a new branch. I thought it was just bullshit.

"Add more work, nih. When is there time for Nada samperin," he murmured as he walked and leaned on the sofa.

He ignored the message from Alif and then moved to the High School group chat room.

The face that he knew so well became the hot topic of the female residents of his former classmates.Suddenly, the sense of unwillingness burst onto the surface.

"One more classmate we're gonna sell out, gaesss. Control it to halal, yok. Let's get it back, huh."

There is a portrait of Nada and Atar who are taking photos together. There is one hand that is seen coming along on the left side of Nada while on the right side of Nada there is Atar, first classmate. May be intentionally cropped by the sender. Sam can read it even though the sender's caption makes Sam like in a brine flush on his wound.

"No, this is impossible. I can't just be quiet like this."

Later that night, Sam sends a message to Nada. Only the greeting words that Sam could send. For hours waiting for a reply, Sam did not get it.

"Am I too cowardly to just dare to go through the air like this?"

Sam looked at the wall clock above the connecting door of the living room and dining room. Time is late enough to send a message and expect a reply.

On the other side of town, Nada is still working on online reporting. Well, living in a rural area is not as easy as living in a city. There are obstacles if it rains, the signal can not be invited friendly.

"Pengen coffee, but afraid of relapse."

Finally, Tone into the kitchen and make a cereal drink. He took it back to his room and still faithfully awaits the data validation process.

True, when he was able to do administrative duties one. Other tasks began to be assigned to him. The reason is quite classic.

"Let the young one intervene. Which can move fast. The old ones like this, are no longer administrative."

Bu Yuni said that. Nadapun memperummiannya, as a housewife with three children, certainly busy Bu Yuni many times from him.

"Thinking about being a housewife, so scared to yourself," muttered Nada still continued to stare at the screen while sipping on the cereal drink bit by bit.

Focus is shifted when the phone is on . Apparently, the battery is full. Tone immediately opened it and activated the data. There were also many notifications coming in. He briefly ignored the messaging icon and switched to the edit app. He began looking for photographs of his merchandise then edit them to upload on social media.

As he scrolled the screen up to the messaging menu with the green color icon, he frowned upon finding a single message from an anonymous number. I can confirm that it is a new number. He has not yet saved it and given it a name.

Along with that, a succes sign is listed on the laptop screen. Tone smiled in relief and immediately downloaded it for him to create as an archive.

After he finished he turned off the laptop and hurriedly spread it on the foam mattress with a low cot.

That night Nada fell asleep. Until the sound of the qiroah from the mosque loudspeakers woke Nada's sleep. He soon woke up to make potato doughnuts just like the days before.

There was already a mother in the kitchen who was washing rice. He immediately prepared flour, butter, potatoes that had been steamed as well as other ingredients. After kneading by hand until not sticky, the tone silenced the dough and closed the napkin to inflate perfectly.

"Dah, there dawn first," said Marni reminded Nada.

After saying yes Nada also passed to fulfill the obligations of his two rakaat.

"Na," called Hardi as Nada exited the room finished with her obligation.

"Yes, sir."

"Yesterday his father Atar met his father while in the office of Samsat. He said, it's great that his son has a future wife like you. Is that really so? You've been introduced to Atar's parents?"

Met accidentally when in the state of the meeting at that time, can you say like?

"Mas Atar's father said so, sir?' tanya Nada started to fret.

"Yes. Is it true that you are in a serious relationship with Atar? If so, I'm very happy, Nduk. You finally opened your heart. You know, since his son sir kades you did not receive his proposal at that time, the neighbors so busy talking to you."

Tone sighs. "It's like living in a village, sir. There is news that is not necessarily true has been spread from mouth to mouth."

"Don't hear bad news, Nduk. Good news was also talked about," added Marni who passed to the dining table. Of course, he heard the talk of his husband and son.

"Sir, Nada hasn't been willing to think about things like this. Even if there are neighbors who talk about Nada, let. It's their business, their mouth. Don't worry about the tone." Nada also sat beside Hardi while stroking his shoulders are still sturdy, although the age is no longer young. From that shoulder, Nada knew how the father looked after him like a diamond. At that time Nada's heart felt sad when remembering her behavior when she was a teenager.

"How can you just shut up, Nduk. This father, your father. Which parents are willing to hear their children speak badly of others."

"Father, Nada doesn't need people's judgment. The good thing is that Nada will be in good value if they like Nada. And vice versa, Nada will look bad if they don't like Nada."

Hardi nodded understanding Nada's thought. He was just too worried about the child alone when it gets disturbed and become inferior.

"As long as Nada does not disturb their lives, you do not have to fret and feel burdened, yes. Pray for Nada, sir, to get a soul mate at the right time."

Hardi sat down with her eyes beginning to glaze over. Remember when passing a group of mothers who are feeding their children near the postkamling. With looks and words that look caring and underestimating, they use Nada who is not married. In fact, girls the age of Nada are married and do not even wait a year and two years since graduating high school.

For Nada, twenty-two years old, is the age that is still said to be too early to marry.

Do not want to be burdened on it, Nada to the kitchen to make dough that has expanded into small. Making circles while thinking about what answers he will give Atar later.

Is there anyone who would accept my lack? Even out there there are still many flawless perfect women like me?

Atar is very good. From the first time I knew until now there were no bad habits that I heard nor did I see. But really I just don't have the confidence to be with him. I'm not perfect like other girls.

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