Sie Culun My love
part 6's
Although there were residents in the car, but there was no one, because only silence accompanied their journey to Zahwa's house.
Fathul focused on driving the car, while Zahwa chose to see the atmosphere outside the window.
"Well, which house is your house?" ask Fathul.
"Straight, sister, in front there is an alley turn left, then Zahwa down in the front alley," replied Zahwa.
Fatul's car in front of the alley according to Zahwa's instructions.
Zahwa got out of the car "Thank you, brother has been driven" Zahwa said before opening the car door.
"Hmmm." replied Fathul.
Is he having a toothache, answer only with deheman, "inner Zahwa.
After getting off Fathul's car, Zahwa walked to his house not far from the alley he got off, it only took 10 minutes to get to Zahwa's house.
"Assalamualaikum, mamang open this gate Zahwa," said Zahwa calling Mang Joko gardener and security guard at Zahwa's house.
"Waalaikumsalam, yes non zah," replied Mang Joko opening the gate for his master.
"Non Zahwa on foot?" he asked, when he saw the master was only alone.
"No Mang, Zah was ushered by a friend" replied Zahwa.
"Zahwa go in first, it's mang."
"Yes, mangoes."
He put his foot into the house. "Assalamualaikum," he said before going inside.
"Waalaikumsalam, already home dear," mama Ara who was in the guest room
Zahwa walked over to his mother and kissed her hand. "Yes, Ma."
"Ma, Zah in the room first yes, it's sticky this body wants to take a bath."
"Yes dear," said the mother who is still fun watching her favorite soap opera.
Zahwa walked up the stairs to his room, until he immediately put his bag on the study table, after which he headed to the bathroom, cleaning himself.
twenty minutes he finished bathing towards the balcony of his room, sitting on the swing while closing his eyes enjoying the atmosphere of the afternoon.
"Hey," Fakhri who arrived came from behind shocked Zahwa.
"Astaghfirullah Abang surprised me" Zahwa said.
"Involuntarily, do not forget tomorrow so yes join Brother" said Fakhri who reminded Zahwa while sitting next to his sister.
"Yes." Yeah."
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To esokan day.
Zahwa was lounging, even though the sun had broken through the window of his room, but he was still on his soft mattress, for some reason today he was reluctant to leave his bed, though usually when the school holidays he woke up early and wrestled in the kitchen with his mother.
I'll wear a dress that yes," Zahwa thought straight out of his sleep to the closet and opened the closet.
Tok
Tok
Tok
"Assalamualaikum, in the future you can enter" said the mother outside the door.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, the door entered Ma was not locked" replied Zahwa.
Virgin daughter Mama tumben this hour is still busy with her blanket.
"Hehe, sister again males Ma."
"Mama help my sister choose clothes."
"Where is my sister going?"
"Nemenin Abang reunites Ma," not Zahwa who answers but the person who suddenly enters without permission, who else if not his brother.
"What happened to sister?" ask Mama.
"Invitation that comes must bring the Ma couple, yes it's Brother and sister, hehe," replied Fakhri.
"Why isn't my brother with his partner?"
because he knew his brother wouldn't date.
"Some singles are prohibited from ridiculing," said Fakhri.
"Finding a partner isn't as easy as flipping a palm, Fakhri just wants one for good."
"Next don't look geeky!" he said before he left Zahwa's room.
"It's up to me." replied Zahwa.
"When do you wear this, how's Ma?" Zahwa took one of the gamis and showed it to Mama.
"Good darling." Mama down first yeah scared Papa nyariin.
"Yes, Ma."
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Nightfall.
Zahwa was tidy and ready to leave, he exited the room towards the bottom floor.
It turned out that his brother was waiting in the guest room.
"Are you ready?" asked Fakhri who saw Zahwa coming. "It."
"We go first Ma, pa, assalamualaikum," said Zahwa and Fakhri by kissing the hands of his parents.
"Waalaikumsalam, be careful dear, do not go home late at night," warned the mother.
"Ready Ma" said Fakhri.
"Try if your school looks like this, there must be a lot of people queuing up."
"What queue?"
"The queer wants to get your heart."
"Because I don't want to, I want a sincere person to love me for who I am."
"Pinter" said Fakhri.
"Where are you at school, or outside?"
"The cafe belongs to one of my friends."
It does not take long their car has entered the cafe, with the modern feel of teenagers today.
"Come on! come down" said Fakhri, opening the door for Zahwa.
Fakhri stretched out his hand, Zahwa gladly welcomed his brother's hand, they walked hand in hand like lovers.
They began to enter the cafe, which came quite crowded, probably because of Sunday night so many were present.
"Hey, Fakhri," call Ali one of Fakhri's friends.
"Ali, how are you?" ask him with a shake.
"Alhamdulillah, as you see I'm fine."
Who is it, Gebetan Lo, as long as I know Lo, have never seen Lo dating," Ali chuckled.
Ali extended her hand introducing herself. "Original."
Zahwa," he replied by cupping his hand.
"Keren, gini day there are still women like this, it's rare, Lo nemu where girls start," said Ali while nudging Fakhri's shoulder.
"Secret," Fakhri replied with a smile.
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He thinks goods times yes, can meet on the street.
Life is a choice, choose what is best for you, for tomorrow, and so on.
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