
The moge rider also opened his black helmet showing the owner of the motorbike that blocked my path.
I who started thinking bad fearing this man had evil intentions towards me also began to prepare to run, but a split second the man opened his black helmet to see the owner of the moge it turns out
"you "
"yes why? let me take you to the public funeral, right?"the question is none other than Haris
"do you know I'm going there?"askaku while holding the chest
"so I went to your house said father, you want to go to the common eater "he replied by restoring his hair and perching his sunglasses over his pointed nose.
haiiiss.
"why are you fascinated by me, don't look at me like that and fall in love with me who's responsible?"clawed
"what the hell is "my fetus as it passes leaving her
"hey chick..wait ..." yelled at her as I started to move away.
"ayo neng anterin's brother" he said when he had managed to chase me with his moge aahh, silly basics.
Do not want to waste time and hunted adhan dhuhur too, directly I ride his moge, a little difficult ride because it is too high ,understandably the first new ride moge is usually just a regular duck bike ride and that was also the motorcycle kang ojek.
Before long we arrived in front of the public funeral gate, after the motorbike was turned off I immediately went down, I said my greetings before entering the public cemetery
"assalammualaikum ya gravedom" according to my parents wherever we have to keep adab including entering the cemetery because the cemetery is the final resting place
"what are you doing here, pilgrimage?"asked Haris after just silent attention
"i thought you knew what I was here for?"
"dad didn't tell me what you wanted because I immediately slid after you "
"he's my father, not your father, "my father
"but soon he will be my father too" he replied
"don't ngaco you" I said as I spread my gaze in any direction not wanting to respond too much
"what do you want here exactly? ngajak ko dating here anyway, has no place more extreme what?"her questions began to fall
"there is yes we are dating, who is also dating, your people who want to come here ko
I want to throw this away but I want to throw it away anyway" I said while pointing out a nail and razor that I burned last night
"co color item "
"yes the item was the abis I burned last night" I also began to tell you what I meant here about what happened last night
"oh so" he murmured while furrowing his forehead with his index finger attached to his chin like he was thinking
"i know let's follow me" he said later
I followed his steps forward through several gravestones until we arrived at the very end of the cemetery.
There are two large trees where the left tree is a shady banyan tree but impressed haunted because the roots that come out dangling from the top almost meet the bottom of it , and the tree on the right is a towering tree with thorns attached.
"we're why here the hell serem know" I said looking around with crunching fur
"he said he wanted to throw it away, but here we throw it here"
Haris began to dig the ground around this place precisely near the palanquin tree
"let's plant that thing "his next
Then I started to put it into the excavation hole that was not too deep maybe only about twenty inches,
but before I said the bismillah first then we both began to hoard the ground shut her tightly and lastly on the bed of a rather large stone
"Alhamdulillah.has been done, we go home "his call.
I just nodded without answering
we left the place and left the cemetery.
On the way we were silent with our thoughts each without me realizing the moge who had moved forward stopped
"loh ko here not to the house, it's worth the road feels long" I clucked apparently Haris took me to a noodle shop
"so from earlier you daydreamed not good loh discharged from the grave home daydreaming" he said
"engga ko" I replied flatly
"we eat first yu after that we go home I'm hungry worms have also been at a rally in the stomach..."
"are you really a worm?" ask me plain
"engggaaakkk.."the firmness of the squeamish while shattering my hair.
"isshh...mess niih"my regret brushed her hand.
The stall is quite crowded almost all the tables are filled with luck there is still one empty table with only two of our chairs heading towards the table that is at the very back
"you want to eat what chicken noodles, kwetiaw noodles, fried noodles, Bandung whipped noodles, meatball noodles, noodles...
"mie meatballs just "i replied before she finished mentioning all the noodle menus on the menu list
A few minutes later the order arrived
its aroma hmmm.
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Now that I was in the room after a while ago we got home and Haris immediately said goodbye, I put my tired body on my bed did not feel I was asleep
arriving
Tok tok tok tok
tok tok tok tok tok
tok tok tok tok tok tok
the longer the knock on the door of my room the tighter I was awake from my sleep for a few minutes
Cclek
I opened my door to my room, it was Febry
"what the hell is de?"
"that's mom "
I gasped straight away at me carrying a febry and looking at mom
"mother why?"I was worried about Dad
"mother ga papa ko Nur"mother answered my question with a happy smile
"look at the feet of the mother is not swollen anymore" said mother
"Alhamdulillah dong Bu" my words were grateful
"hey kunti like his hp mu sound tuh" said Ifel
This child really likes to call me that, I also passed from the middle room to my room,
my phone looks like the sound of me reaching for the flat object I see on the screen that says the name Haris is calling.
I hesitated to lift it until I finally pressed the green button with the phone open
π² "hallo assalammualaikum..."
(walaikum salam.).
π²"what the hell is that?"ask me ketus
(girls can not judge-judes, pamali will be far away from her soul mate)
π²"iiiiihh "
(hehehe..later I went home).
π²"woven?" ask me quickly
(yes play, so this is Sunday night)
π²"......."
(hallo nur nur Nuri.kamu is still there right).
π²"ah yes what?"
(The shop's tonight I'm at home by assalammualaikum)
Tut Tut Tut
"iiiihh ..basic.." I snorted.
duh how is this what my people say in the husband of people' murmured me
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seriate...