SANTRIKU STREET
EXPIRE
Pov Dalari's
After washing the dishes, I immediately followed my three best friends, heading upstairs to Nasrul's house.
"Crafts are so! Use nyuci all dishes even though justin, You also never wash your mother!" nasrul said after seeing my arrival.
"It's not good! if you have to trouble others, then the plate is not the former food of others. So it's only natural that I clean it myself." I replied with a smile, then sat on the mattress in a room that was quite spacious.
The room is painted white, equipped with a mattress that is so soft, and in front of it there is a TV, as entertainment, so when they want to watch it do not have to leave the room.
Maybe this is how the life of the rich, the very rare TV, is in every room of his house! while in my house, let alone the television, the radio, my parents don't have any.
"Next night, so isn't it?" tanya Nawir started his talk again.
"Be! I had permission from my mother, but she thought she was not a little, had to be a lot, so that she could gather with other citizens." replied Nasrul gave understanding, giving a challenge to chef Nawir.
"Emang has a big cauldron?" ask Nawir.
"Don't worry! My mother had 11 jumbo-sized cauldrons." Nasrul replied, looking a little joking.
"Feed!" nawir replied as he gawked, raising both thumbs of his hands.
"Where are ya? the Fatimah! usually he likes to play at your house?" tanya Heru switched the conversation.
"I don't know, maybe you're ashamed of your future husband, here!" nasrul replied as he glanced at me, giving a code that I did not understand.
"What do you mean?" ask me to return Nasrul's gaze.
"Haha!" laughter was heard coming out of their mouths, compactly mocking me.
"Oh yeah, when are you going to school again, Rul?" ask me to divert the mood.
"Honest first! do you like Fatimah the same?" Nasrul asked back, he settled in my direction, as if the question was really serious.
I just kept quiet and didn't answer their questions, because I thought that question was just a trap that could be a trick for them.
"You know, no! Fatimah really likes you, remember? did you fit him for chocolate? What do you keep saying to her?" Nasrul continued his question, After he got any answer from me.
"Pepet continue to be hunted taken people!" timpal Nawir with a smile.
"Isn't that right, but I'm embarrassed?" I answered a little quietly, not knowing what to answer.
"Yes! don't ignore a woman who cares about you! Because that woman cares for us, it's a woman who sincerely accepts you, loves you for who you are!" Timpal Heru is a motivator of love that is motivating.
"One day, Fatimah asked. Do you have a gesture that shows you like him?" nasrul's story added news about fatimah.
"Well now you like it, isn't it, the same? Do you like her the same one of us?" asked Nawir who was starting to ngaco, the corner of his lips were raised.
"Well! nah! will begin to fret." I replied as I settled down toward Nawir, who looked still a whiny tampa sin.
"Oh yes, later we pray to the congregation mosque, so you can meet Fatimah!" said Heru giving advice.
"Yes, really! but if you want to see Fatimah. Later we cook together, surely he can not refuse." advice nasrul gave another option.
"What do you want to help?" my question, because actually I really want to meet Fatimah, want to give a bracelet given by Dadun.
"Pastime! we will help, who can see his best friend fighting alone." replied Nasrul while clenching his hands, as if a warrior who was encouraging his soldiers.
"How's it going?" I asked them for their opinion, which I began to believe, that they were serious about helping me, not making the joke material.
"Easy! later I set the time, the important thing is that Heru must help to tell Fatimah, about my Plan." Nasrul explained as he glanced at Heru.
"Ready, commander!" answered Heru while raising his hand and then kept on the forehead.
"What do I need to do?" asked Nawir who had just noticed.
"You know what your job is!" clearly Heru
"Yes, what?" asked Nawir who was getting curious.
There was another sound of laughter, which filled Nasrul's room.that's how, when we gathered, we mocked each other, helped each other, encouraged each other, like brothers who would not be separated.
*****
At 21:00. we all gathered in front of Nasrul's house, after eating the liquet rice made by Nawir was finished. liwet rice that was so delicious, so delicious, so that there are how many people who are still seen licking their lips, feel the remnants of pleasure again.
As per the plan we had agreed before, Fatimah and I sat close together, though not far from others, for fear of arousing suspicion.
"You what?" fatimah asked in such a soft voice, her pliable eyes looking Beautifully at me.
"I want to, we'll be friends forever! I'm sorry that all this time I've always made you feel annoyed." I started to express feelings.
"Why just friends?" he asked Fatimah as if she were asking for more.
"Because friends, there is no such thing as ex-friends, friends will always be there forever, both in joy and sorrow" I explained so that Fatimah did not misunderstand.
"But what about a soul mate?" Fatimah asked in her soft voice.
"Amen!" answer me unconsciously.
"Kok amin, anyway! Do you want to?" asked Fatimah while looking gently at me, with a face that was so spoiled made her look even more adorable.
"You what?" ask me to pretend to be bod0h.
"You're my husband!" Fatimah explained seriously.
"Still a long time ago, we just entered Junior High, Time has talked about marriage problems but if a soul mate.I will not refuse because you are the brightest star, you are the brightest, among the stars in the sky."
Hearing my words like that, Fatimah's cheeks were flushed into tomatoes, Maybe she was ashamed of my words like that, or whatever, I couldn't interpret her face, maybe she was ashamed of my words like that, Because I'm not a body anatomist.
Instantly the atmosphere became silent between the two of us. no chatter came out of the mouth, but slowly, I reached into my pants pocket, to take the gift bracelet from Dadun.
"What's this?" fatimah asked with a slight frown.
"It was a gift from Dadun, but unfortunately the person has now been secured by the authorities to account for all his mistakes, mistakes that have shocked all citizens." I explained.
"Gee, what a beautiful bracelet, I love it!" Said Fatimah while continuing to pay attention to the bracelet.
"Oh yeah, the bracelet's actually two!" obviously I took the bracelet in Fatimah's hand, then removed the locking bond, so that the bracelet split into two parts.
"Great cool!" only that word came out of Fatimah, and she took a part of the gift bracelet from me.
"We bind our prayers! with this bracelet.so that one day we can unite, together.in a legitimate and halal bond!" salmbil stared at Haru towards Fatimah.
Fatimah just nodded her head, her clear eyes gave rise to the liquid of happiness.
"Fatimah! Fatima!" shouted a man standing at the door of the house next to Nasrul's house.
Before long the man approached, then pulled the hand of Fatimah who was sitting with me.
"You're it! not the level of friends with children like this. later father find a soul mate who has PNS! Not with a bad boy like this." Said Mr. Fatimah by raising his voice, while continuing to pull his son's hand.
He soon returned, after sending Fatimah into his house.
"Eh Village Child! Poor people are shameless.You do not get close to my son, my son will be afraid of his poverty!" Threaten Father Fatimah, pointing at me.
~TAMAT~
NB: sorry if in this story there are names or similar events, not to offend, but this is just a fictitious essay.
This is my first book that I wrote, there are still many words or sentences that do not fit the peubinya. So I apologize profusely, when bnyak is wrong.
"Thank you to those of you who have read my book, we will meet again in the latest book, entitled "two betrayals"
Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi.