Sie Culun My love
The Part 112

An unshakable friendship even though they rarely meet. Communication is the most important thing in a relationship.

Finished with the kitchen. Zahwa headed to his room to prepare because today, he went to college. "Lu, why the hell still look like that Zah?" ask Fathan.

"Zah, it's comfortable like this, sister," replied Zahwa. I don't know if he never seemed embarrassed to always look geeky, even though he always got less good treatment, but still he was still comfortable with his thick glasses.

"Here you go, let's go!" Fathul moved from his seat. They left the apartment to the campus.

Twenty minutes they arrived. Zahwa got out of the car first.

"Zahwa," call Sinta who just got out of Raka's car.

"Hi." Zahwa approached Sinta and they immediately spit-chipiki, yes, mother-in-law if they met there was only his behavior.

"Kok, can you do that?" ask Raka.

"He was, early in the morning, already in my house" replied Fathul.

"The end of my house is very quiet, my mother followed my father to the office early in the morning, his son was hungry not in masakin, yes already, I went to Fathul's apartment was quite good at getting free breakfast, but he did not want to eat anything,hehe," continued Fathul.

If you go to another friend is not possible because they live with their parents. If Fathul is his own house so not hesitant.

"Sin, go yuk!" bring Zahwa.

Sinta nodded too.

"You guys, enter first, then we will have a business for a while" said Fathul.

"Alright, we're first bye." Zahwa and Sinta walked towards their room. While the men turn the other way either the three of them go where only they know.

As he headed into his room, he suddenly collided with someone. The book that he held fell down. "Sorry" said Zahwa. Tidying up the books scattered on the floor.

"What's wrong, I'm wrong because the road doesn't look around" he continued.

"This is the book." Zahwa gave the book of the girl he had collided with. Looking at the girl's face, Zahwa was like knowing her.

"Noni" said Zahwa. "You're really Noni, right?" Zahwa.

The girl looked closely but she did not know the person in front of her. "Have we met?" ask Noni.

"Here, I'm Zahwa. Do you remember?"

Noni nodded. "I didn't see it wrong, did I?"

"No, it's really me" said Zahwa.

"But why do you look like this?" The astonished Noni saw Zahwa's appearance change by a hundred percent.

"It's a long story, next time I'll explain, where's your room?" ask Zahwa.

"There," replied Noni while pointing towards her room.

"Well, next time we meet, I'll go first." Zahwa continued his steps towards the room.

"Yes, Zah will see you again" said Noni. He also continued his steps.

Sinta is astonished between Zahwa and Noni. Zahwa's friend's time with thick glasses all.

"Well, can I ask you something?" Sinta opened the chat at this time they were already sitting on their respective benches.

"By, please!"

"Who was Zah?"

"Oh, that was Noni, my friend at Junior High. I'll tell you a story later" said Zahwa.

The lecturers came, they were silent, listening to the teacher's explanation.

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In a luxurious house with all the circumstances, but less affection, Papa and Mama are busy with their respective affairs.

Today he deliberately did not go to college because this morning had to deliver his mother to the airport. Sometimes he likes to envy friends, have a harmonious family, full of warmth even though his parents are busy but affection for their children first.

Papa Ari does not want his children to lack affection. She tried her best to always be there for her children.

So is Mama Ara, she is a madrassa for her children, no matter how busy she is, still the main child. She would rather refuse people's orders than to overtime work on people's dresses, while her own son is at home, waiting for her return.

When can I be like them, when do my parents realize there is me in this world who is always waiting for his arrival, said Susi.

Now he is on the balcony of the house swinging himself so as to relieve a little fatigue facing fate.

"Non Susi outside there are guests" said one of his ART who was in front of Susi's room door.

"Just get in, I'll come downstairs."

"Good, Non." After that his ART went downstairs to his guests.

"Wait a minute, yeah."

"Yes, Bi thank you."

"Together den, auntie, excuse me first."

"Yes, Bi, please."

Susi soon exited the room to the living room. While in the living room he was so happy to see a person who came to his house without the cue Susi directly approached his guest.

"Sister," cried Susi in her guest's ear.

"First, what a habit, you want to make your sister's ears deaf" the brother scolded.

"Sister Delon, when did you get here?" tanyakanya.

"Evening." Delon is a very close person to Susi, they have always been together since childhood. But the two of them must separate when Delon's parents must move to town X.

Once they were close neighbors, the age of Delon and Susi was two years different. Delon is older.

"How are you doing?" delon asked with a gentle swipe of Susi's head.

"As you can see." Susi considers Delon like her own sister. Because Delon's the one who's always been there for Susi.

"Is there a problem?"

Susi just shook her head.

"Will you go for a walk?" Delon tries to take Susi away in order to ease her burden.

Susi nodded in response. With pleasure. He was very excited about the walk.

"Susi, change clothes first, sister," he said.

"Yes, hurry not long, if you stay late."

"Ready, Boss." With a run he climbed the stairs to go to his room, then he took out a ninja style, changed clothes and make up as fast as lightning.

Twenty minutes, Susi is neat with black pants, green tops, and thin makeup makes her look more beautiful, not forgetting the small bag she sashes next to her shoulder.

Susi came downstairs to Delon.

"Sister, come!" his yell.

"Yes." Yeah." Delon moved from his seat. Susi wrapped her hands around Delon's burly arms.

They both got out of the house, headed for Delon's bike.

"Where are we going?" delon asked by putting a helmet on Susi's head.

"As for Big Brother only," he replied, for him the important thing is to get out of the house in search of a fresh breeze.

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**Day off must be on these streets.

Always remember the health protocol. May we all always be in the protection of Allah SWT**.