Sam
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Already three days Nada followed the worksohop in the district. Many independent tasks that must be done before from the sub-district to conduct KKG meetings in maing-each sub-district.

During that time he was not so focused on his phone. Not totally obsolete. Owing to the many tasks given. Even without realizing dozens of chat from Sam buried a lot.

Using his old motorbike, Nada went back and forth from the village to his main city. In fact, Nada has long wanted to exchange it for a motorcycle that is younger years of manufacture. It's just not been done up there.

By magrib, Nada had not yet reached home. Because this was the last day, his return became a mistake. Already typical citizens +62.

The start of the journey was smooth without obstacles. However, five minutes later the bike felt strange to Nada. He realized after he did not pay much attention to the hollow road from a few hundred meters ago. Fortunately, Nada did not fall because the balance was right.

With anxious hope, Nada sign left then immediately check the condition of the front wheel.

“Bocor,’ murmur Tone limp. He scanned around and looked ahead. There are mbolak or plantations along the ua hundred meters. Urgent tone mernding, considering the evening began to say hello.

By fighting fear, Nada decided to push his bike. Luckily the road is a flat road. Not uphill. You can imagine how the weight pushes the vehicle with wheels that lose a lot of wind.

Istighfar keeps the Tone saying. Because the streets are deserted. Only occasionally two-wheeled vehicles pass.

“Whoever help me," wiry tone. You have been tired of me for six years. Why the hell, should be leaked at this time. Inner Nada continued to grumble in annoyance.

Only after Nada heard the sound of the magrip adhan, did she stop grumbling. He again pushed his motorbike to stop at the mosque pnggir street.

Breath is obviously not tired. Sweat is also present on the forehead to the temple. After parking the motor, the Tone sits with both legs straightened. He took a cell phone and photographed his fighting motorcycle from High School.

Same as me. You seem tired too.

Nada decided to pray first. He didn't think about how he would go home. Most importantly he did not lose such a short magrip time.

After the prayer, Nada was silent for a long time. He checked his phone and sent a message to Attar. In his mind, only Attar was lightly hand in all conditions. Expecting Sam was useless because of the distance that is not possible.

Finally, after a long wait, Attar called and asked where he was. Nada also conveyed to Atar to ask for help to take the time to contact his parents because the remaining cell phone batteries are waiting for when to drof. Even before Tone closes the phone, the call is disconnected after darkening the phone screen. Doble sad's.

Nada did not dare to ask other visitors about the nearest workshop. Afraid if some visitors are also just people who stop by praying only.

Until after Nada finished his isya and walked to the mosque foyer, the expected person did not also appear. In this situation, the existence of a flat object that is now darkening is very necessary.

The tone of sitting limp, restless, also a little afraid. Even the khaki hijab that is in line with her uniform looks so shabby because she has been wearing all day.

“Dek!”

The call coming from the left side, made Nada turn her head immediately.

There is a person who has been testing his patience lately. Surprised for sure. Moreover, his presence was not expected at all.

"Cock-awkwardly, anyway! Salim dong first." A complete smile with one palm that is deliberately stretched out in front of Tone.

Stiff, Nada grabbed Sam's outstretched hand.

“Shock, yes?" sam said again because Nada was still gawking without a sound.

“Sorry, sorry, yes.” Sam smiled as he stroked Nada's arm. “Where's the motor? Let's bring it to me." Sam is now scanning the courtyard of the mosque deliberately avoiding the bewildered gazes of his beloved heart. I want to hug or do anything. But soon Sam realizes his whereabouts. There are still many visitors also on the terrace of the mosque which is right on the side of the highway.

Upset and surprised certainly makes Nada still reluctant to open her voice. But on the contrary, there is a sense of relief that is now reigning in his mind. Although the annoyance is still the main throne.

With a limp step Nada followed the steps of sam who approached his motor. With two people coming out of the pick-up car becomes Sam's goal, who now directs the Nada motorbike to be raised on top of the pick-up car.

“Motor me ..”

"Let them take home. We'll find food first, yeah.” Now Sam holds Nada's hand to a matic motorbike parked not far away.

“Introduction, Mas!"

The saying behind the wheel was given a fist with the thumb standing straight from Sam.

“Come, Deck! Ride on! Night hunt, later.” Sam smiled gently and rubbed his arms back. “Bapak equally my mother already know, really, if I pick you up. Don't worry." As if knowing in Nada's mind, Sam had already said it first.

Though still silent, Nada followed Sam's invitation by sitting behind the man.

Although already on the bike, Sam has not yet advanced the bike. Making Nada confused by slightly advancing her face.

"If you haven't got a handle on it, I don't want to walk yet!"

Sam's words back to make Nada tickle upset. He clung to Sam's jacket. Followed by the speed of the motor running slowly.

Sam with a feeling of annoyance at once happy. While upset is also relieved in the mind of Nada.

Tanya asked in her mind how Sam could know her whereabouts. Though he only told the location as well as a request for assistance to Attar.

Up to a restaurant. Both stopped. Sam again reached for Nada's hand to go inside and chose the most end table. Because the night view presented from the mountains far beside the window makes anyone feel at home to see it.

Sam moved closer to the seller in front.

Tone himself confused about what is the right word to start a conversation with Sam. Especially with his arrival.

The order came right with Sam appearing out of nowhere. There are two bowls of meatballs complete with two rice dishes with separate places, as well as two glasses of large hot lemontea between them.

“Come, eaten. Mumpung is still an angel. Or drink first to be cold."

Sam was still being gentle. Even impressed talk a lot even though Nada just more down silently or circulate the view in all directions.

"Dec!” Sam called out softly in his hand which gently grasped the hands of Nada who happened to be on the table.

This time Nada stared back at Sam with a face held in annoyance.

"Mas is sorry. Don't put it this way, yeah. I'm getting more guilty.”

“Tau where am I from here, Mas?” one question glides free from the mouth of the Tone.

Sam gently squeezed Tone's hand with a wist. “The story is long. We eat first, yeah. I was hungry because. From my take off haven't eaten anything.”

This time, Nada was surprised. But the heart suddenly blossomed remembering the words of Sam just now. Nada concluded that Sam had just come and immediately met him, so I thought Nada's mind.

“Yes,’ says Tone wavy made Sam smile and let go of his hand.

They eat in silence. Tone repeatedly stole a glance at Sam who is now so greedy to feed the meatballs and rice in front.

‘That's you, Mas. Until there is no pause at all scali,” Inner Nada who now eat too. His stomach also felt empty after pushing nearly four hundred meters away.

“By borrow your hape, mas?” tanya Nada after the rice toilet and meatballs stay a little gravy.

“Hm? Can, this.” Sam thrust his hape after opening the screen by pressing the touch finger behind the screen.

“Who do you keep the father number, mas?"

“Oh, want to call dad. Just type in my dad's wife."

Tone glanced at Sam's face which implied a witty face with his sisnis glance.

“Ayo, please. I won't bother you.” Sam continued to comment a little smile because somehow felt the attitude of Tone is very adorable.

Nada is sending a message to my father. Afraid that his parents would worry about him so much. At first glance, Nada read the previous chat. With Sam's sender of course. Just four o'clock this afternoon Sam made a call and two messages about his whereabouts. His face warmed up suddenly.

“Udah?" sam asked surprised Nada of course.

"E ... already, really," replied Nada stammered to make Sam again smile thinly. After that Sam pulled Nada's hand to invite him to go home because the night was getting thick. He did not want to be suspected of not being responsible for carrying people's girls.

After paying and receiving a plastic bag Sam pulled Nada and was ready to continue his journey.

“So I called my father, because you haven't responded to me for a month. Phone also you do not lift.” The word Sam arrives complete with a subtle allusion to Nada.

Motor driving standard tends to slow, Sam deliberately make it so that his words heard perfectly by Nada.

"Three days I won't reply wa you, Mas,’ protest Nada immediately. Straighten out Sam's exaggerated words.

Sam laughed softly and then grimaced afterwards. Because suddenly get a big pinch on his waist. Of course the culprit is Nada.

“Aware you are bored, Mas!’

Sam still chuckled softly while nodding. He admits to much wrong than right. Makes Nada tickle upset despite her face meeting.

"And I'm sorry. Still upset, anyway. I kissed you a long time ago.”

“You want me to tabok right now!" The threat of Tone is not serious. Because Sam might not be real either. Deliberately dilute the atmosphere that had stiffened it seems.

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