
The car arrived in front of the hotel. "Thank you, sir?" my smile is on Mr. Aman.
"Yes Non, equally." she replied.
Opening the exit carried a paper bag, while my small bag hung on the shoulder with a long rope.
My heart feels sad yes, still can not say anything like that, seeing Mas Abyan turned out to be the same as others.
Why does he still choose me? What is possible, I once lived hard people and died in murder, continue to be reborn into a life full of suffering like this.
Parents who die quickly, family uses me, while the husband, I do not know what Mas Abyan value should be like?
Walking into the hotel towards the restaurant looking for Falisha, forget about Mas Abyan's affairs, now this is more important Mika's birthday.
"Ra.." Falisha's voice called out.
Looking for where the voice was headed, Falisha sat by the window.
"Where is Mika, not here yet?" I sit down and put the paper bag on the floor.
"A little while back! Uh said your mother went to the house just cooked the same in-laws, cie cie."
"Kok you know?" my paradise.
"That's you telling me to go home, let me cook together. But I'm lazy ah, there's Ishana." she said lazily. "Mas." call Falisha to the waiter.
I just want to talk to Falisha to another, curious about Ishana what is the relationship with Mas Abyan?
Waiter approaching. "Order what Mommy?" tanyakanya.
"Gue order one mango juice," Falisha looked at me. "What message do you want?"
"Make a message of melon juice."
Seeing Falisha to the waiter. "That's it first, if you want the message we call again."
"Yes Ma'am." go slowly.
"Sha.." called him.
"Why?" answer's relaxed.
"Gue wants to know, Mamas you and Ishana have any relationship? I wonder."
Her smile. "Oh, are you jealous now of the story?"
"No, because I'm confused Ishana why be a cheap woman, amused I see it?"
"Oh, actually he's a good person, but the family said, Ishana same Mamas why not just get married?"
"Excuse me Ma'am, here's the drink." the waiter came to put down our order, then left.
"Continue?" the more curious I am.
"So Oma wants you to be Mas Abyan's partner, well not so."
"Eh wait, don't tell Mamas you know I'm the writer Oma's looking for, so she married me." I said.
"No way, your data I hold." he explained again.
"Soften, why don't you like Ishana?" keku.
"Lu look at it, from the same dress behavior he approached Mamas how?"
"Don't say Ishana likes Mamas the same time?"
"Looks yes! But you don't get jealous, Ishana's even though she likes Mamas the same she'll give you, as her idol."
"You mean what?" the more curious I am.
"For example, who do you like? Oh same old bike, but your bike wants the same as everyone else. You must love your bike to other people, right, the important thing is to be happy."
"Oh like that, but now he's fighting me like that."
"You don't care about him, it's up to him, I'm just dizzy. So you're the same Mamas, how now?" ask Falisha start kepo.
"She started communicating like a friend."
No way I'm telling a story, Mas Abyan again erotic gymnastics was in the office. Mika event can be canceled, continue to fight not already on top of Eid al-Fitr.
"So late you guys, use the show still friends, friends first."
"What the hell is that? Don't even think about me. Is it good so I'm gini?"
"If I were you, I would fight in bed."
"Thank God you're not me! So what now, isn't there something you like? Poor to know Mom was the same story I dizzy thinking you haven't married yet."
"Gue heck, he likes someone again." he's embarrassed.
"Who's the guy?" surprised me, not so long ago.
"Mas Aziz" he said, ashamed to be honest.
"Obviously, don't you like Mika likes hangers."
"I'm in shock, what's the story?"
"Gue,-"
"Ra, Sha." cried Mika calling.
We looked towards Mika. "Here." said Falisha, calling with her hand. "We will discuss it next time, focus on the Mika event first" Falisha told me.
Nodding your head, although curious to know, do not focus also if told now, because many mulu ads are aired.
"What are you guys hanging out here for?" mika sat down immediately.
"Want to order a drink first?" ask Falisha.
"You, it's hot outside" he said spoiled.
"Mas.." call Falisha to the waiter again who is standing by the cashier's desk.
When it comes to eating, I scream and yell at Falisha or Mika. I'm hard like that, a lot of my voice speech immediately runs out.
"Yes Ma'am." the waiter approached.
"Gue apple juice one" said Mika directly.
"Yes, wait a minute."
"Over time it's okay, Mas, we're staying here." I said.
Waiter smile. "May kok Mbak, all my boking." he said.
We all laughed. "Crazy don't jump on you Ra. Your husband knows you're fried chicken." said Falisha.
"Bake chicken." I replied.
"Eh gulai chicken is also good." continued Mika.
"So what's the decision, Ma'am?" ask the waiter who is kidding.
"Lu make an order, don't add things." replied Falisha.
"Hahaha, I'm waiting for you Mommy."
"Yes." answered us simultaneously.
The waiter's face was smiling, as he walked the other way.
Hiks hyks.
Mika cried, astonished me and Falisha.
"Mik, why are you?" my many.
"We've already gone, story there. Here shame on seeing people, precisely they also want to know, shame is just as disgraceful" said Falisha.
"Gue again sad, still joking you." said Mika.
"Well come on." stood Falisha. "Mas.." call him the waiter.
"Yes Ma'am." The waiter came quickly.
"The order was taken to the room one hundred and fifty-six" said Falisha.
"Yes Mommy." walked away slowly.
"Tell me in the room." take Falisha back.
I and Mika just followed Falisha, standing carrying each other's belongings.
We were at the door of the room. "Mik, this is the key." Falisha gave the room key.
"Elu why?" Mika took the key.
"That's all you have to."
"What the hell are you, weird?" open the room door.
I and Falisha were counting slowly behind Mika, one, two, three.
"Tadah.." said me and Falisha happily, when the door was opened.
Room was assembled with black and white balloons, and pink. Happy birthday writing Mika on the bed, scattered red roses.
And other trinkets.
"Hiks hiks.Termank you, my best friend." said Mika seemed moved, immediately hugged us both.
The three of us hugged and cried together.
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