Story Sheets For Arsyilla
Chapter three

"Assalamualaikum bune Arsyi home" Arsyi greetings from outside

"waalaikumussalam Ar change clothes first some prayers out of it eat, mother there is a surprise"

After doing the ap that is his duty to face his Rabb now Arsyi sitting in front of the tv waiting for his mother to take a meal, Arsyi was able to help but was rejected by his mother.

"Here eat first, sorry bune ya long not cook rich gini" said Bu Rina when putting the food and also Arsyi's

"no papa, as long as the bune cuisine has been very good thanks to bune"

They eat with a little laugh that adorns, simple food does not necessarily lose its pleasure because as long as we can thank the favor of the almighty then we will feel enough and not complain..

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After eating last Arsyi was in charge of washing dishes after that helped his mother weave bamboo and will be made besek later tonight or tomorrow.

From half two to four in the afternoon they have produced a lot of webbing, yes indeed the hands of Bu Rina have been trained so it has been very fast.

"already in the afternoon Ar there take a shower first let the bune clean up"

"biar Ar

"shutt nurut same bune there shower"

In the afternoon after Bu Rina and Arsyi came home from the Rokhim mas house to ask Hp and at this time Bu Rina was boiling water to steam the ketela suddenly there was a knock on her house, Who is the guest when the rain will fall again, Inner Miss Rina.

"Assalamualaikum Mba, how's it going"

"waalaikumussalam ngapain again here, mba already tired if you come just want to vilify mba and Arsyi please go home" replied Bu Rina impressed evict

The one who came earlier was the cousin sister of Bu Rina or the son of her sister's mother, Bu Rina, already many times he came just meant to insult and corner Bu Rina even though if seen his life and bu Rina is not much different but he capitalized on the certificate of rice fields and gardens that should fall into the hands of Bu Rina.

Before Arsyj's grandparents died he left a legacy that must have fallen to Bu Rina because Bu Rina was an only child, but the jealousy of the brother of Arsyi's grandfather who at that time could not be as great as his brother finally after the death of their arsyi grandfather took the certificate and continued to insult Bu Rina.

Ms. Rina didn't bother about that much, he thought that after all just a certificate of land and rice fields while he could still work to meet the needs of his life and Arsyi then he would not beg for the certificate to fall into the hands of ya.

"Don't be bad to think like that mba, I'm here to want good intentions kokga will no longer be like that" explained ikhsan

"continue what you want, all these years you've been here is your only goal"

"sit down first mba, when there are guests left just standing"

"want you what the hell San, already afternoon would rain if it is not important to go home aja mba also tired of wanting to rest" complained Bu Rina while massaging her temple

While inside Arsyi continued to hear the conversation of Bu Rina and Ikhsan.

"i again need money mba, can I ask not much just 1 million"

"what is 1 million? mba even work alone while your parents and your brothers work all why not ask them not to have that much money" explained Bu Rina inexhaustible thought, just now he came and said good intentions can now see what kind of good intentions this is.

"great nyolot, I told you that a little, right?for me it's just a little nail, say if you don't want to love so just pack a convoluted debt with the POOR already have nothing to count anymore" the poor word that Ikhsan said earlier was like a humiliation he gave to Bu Rina

"UPS lives a hard life let alone love debt, yes even to his own cousin but will not have pity money yes even though morning until morning again work so continues every day but never get money, but never get money, I actually feel sorry for you when you see your son and you're so skinny it's like a scarecrow hahaha"

"i've come home first, your house is ugly later if the rain can collapse this" he added

Ms. Rina was just silent, there was no intention of her to reply to the words all for her it was the wind and then nothing more.

"why is Ar there?"

"eh bune, again dengerin bune hihihi"

"you, let's go to the kitchen for a while he said he wanted to make sugar kettle"

"ayo bune"

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At night Rokhim came to the house to bring Arsyi mobile phone orders, not used mobile phones but new mobile phones but the price is still relatively cheap.

Mobile 1 million with ram 4 and full screen, so that alone is more than enough for Arsyi. Actually his friends already have a cellphone but used with a price of 2 to 3 millions.

"Sit down first mas" said Arsyi welcome

"no need Ar, this is his mobile phone mas did not go home immediately drizzle" declined Mas Rokhim

"do you hurry, don't you rest first?" greet Bu Rina who just came from inside

"no need to budhe, yes Ar already can, right?" ask Rokhim

"it's a problem, later if there's difficulty not there"

"oh yes Ar is his card, this is a mas number if there is anything to call on this card there is already his quota"

"yes, thank you"

"i've gone home to Assalamualaikum"

"waalaikumussalam"

Arsyi and Bu Rina were sitting in front of the tv with Arsyi who started to open his new mobile phone.

While Bu Rani noticed Arsyi while smiling sincerely.

"Wahh good yes bune, Arsyi likes" said Arsyi by showing his cellphone

"iya Ar, try to install the card first can you?"

"can rune" Arsyi's eyes focused on a small hole to open the place of the card by using a needle that had been set.

Before long his phone restarted, Arsyi who already knew not to panic he just kept quiet by flipping his phone.

Up to less than five minutes the phone starts to live and can already be used just to save some mobile numbers that he might need.

Because in this village the signal is not too good and may not be too adequate considering this village remote village.

As the night went on, the cold began to burst forth accompanied by the sound of insects coming from the gardens or even the rice fields, as well as the sound of bamboo being blown by the wind making the night seem gripping.