The Journey of Love of the Monty Girl
Bi' Suni's?

"I mean, Mba', what?" ask Ifah at last.

Ifah really did not understand the contents of his friend's mind. Not avoiding or staying in place. Naziah even seemed relaxed with his movements that made Ifah confused. How not? The road they were supposed to take to get home, straight through the two crossroads. But Naziah, instead, turned to one of the intersections that looked pickpocket out of there.

Initially, Ifah did plan to compact against the pickpocket with Naziah. By using the style of mother-femak. That is, scraping that pickpocket with wood or anything that could be used to hit that pickpocket .

But right now, Ifah wants to be stupid with the pickpocketing problem. See how the body of the pickpocket is. Make his guts shrink for a moment. She thought: Although they are both, but they are just ordinary women. Not a wonder woman like the one in a superhero movie. They won't be able to beat that pickpocket. If you try to force it. Then they too will be affected. For example; they will be bitten and threatened to shut up about his crime, perhaps!

Even though it is considered inhumane. Ifah doesn't care. It was better than dealing with such criminal matters, Ifah thought.

"Where are you going, Bang?" naziah asked casually, while putting both of his hands into both of his outfit pockets. And standing right in the way of the pickpocket.

"Heh.heh... Don't interfere, beautiful. Get out of my way!!!" said the pickpocket was haughty with a look of disdain. Still with his breath panting after escaping from his copet victim.

"I won't get out of the way. And indeed, what if I meddle hm?!" reject Naziah and ask.

Instead of heeding the words of the copet who asked to be given a way. Naziah further eroded the distance between those who were still more than one meter.

Seeing this, the pickpocket smiled cynically. "Ep... You want to play with me huh?!" said angry.

Along with the final sentence. The pickpocket threw his punch at Naziah. However, missed! Naziah easily avoided the blow. And, with his movements that are not as fast as what? Unwittingly by the pickpocket, his stolen wallet. Now it has changed hands, into the hands of Naziah.

Wuush.

After the wallet is in his hands. With his leisure, Naziah immediately approached the owner. Which had been standing not so far away from him and the pickpocket. Then give up the wallet.

"Excuse me, Mom! Here's the wallet." said Naziah smiling kindly and sweetly. Handing the stolen wallet to the owner.

"Thank you, Beautiful!" said the middle-aged woman of the wallet owner kindly and smiled back.

Meanwhile, the pickpocket only looked at the parrot towards Naziah and was fixated on his place. Naziah had just walked away with the stolen wallet. Somehow they changed hands.

Just like the pickpocket. Ifah who still lives in his place also looks conge. She's a little shocked. "Mba' Ziah, how did he do it? I didn't see him do anything, other than dodging that copet punch earlier. But the wallet is in his hands! Oh...!!! What exactly is he? Man... or ghost!" inner Ifah was full of questions and shuddered to herself.

"Hey...!!! Give me that wallet back. How can it be in your hands?" the circus pickpocket and asked, because it was not out of thought with what Naziah did to him.

Naziah sniffed both of his shoulders cute while staring at the pickpocket.

"If you can, just take it yourself. But before that, face me!" said Naziah relaxed and a moment later changed giddy. "Come!!!" he continued by tapping his side of the foot and the tone of the voice snapped slightly.

Instantly, the guts of the burly pickpocket shrunk and even disappeared somewhere? He immediately ran the algal ridge in an uncertain direction.

Making Naziah publish an amused smile on his lips. Likewise with middle-aged women who are still loyal standing near him.

Ifa, don't ask. He was already laughing out loud while holding his stomach. His eyes looked watery as a result of laughing too hard. Until the pickpocket who ran away was lost from his sight, he still continued to laugh.

"One more time, thank you, beautiful. It's helped me." said the middle-aged woman who Naziah thought was the same age as her mother.

"Back of love, Mom. And no need to say thank you in such a repetitive way. It is our duty to help each other, while we can." Naziah said.

Because I don't like to be thanked over and over again. Moreover, he seemed to have done nothing just now.

"Em... By the way, the new mother of the market?! Do you want to go home? Where's the house, ma'am? Come on, I'll take my friend with me! Afraid, the pickpocket was blocking the mother again." continued Naziah slightly railed against the middle-aged woman. And pointed towards Ifah being.

For hearing Naziah's slur. Instantly, the middle-aged woman stared at Naziah's face. Her face looked like a calm and reserved girl. It turned out, secretly chatty as well, thought the middle-aged woman.

"Mom'!" call Naziah by waving his hands in front of the face of the middle-aged woman who kept looking at him.

"Eh, yes, Beautiful. New mom from the market. I want to go home to my employer on that street. It's close! Am I not bothering you? If you have to deliver." replied the middle-aged woman when she woke up from her daydream. And pointed the way across the shaft road that was in front of them.

"We don't feel bothered, ma'am'. Is that Ifah?!" replied Naziah and asked for support for Ifah who had just joined the two of them there.

Ifah who had indeed heard a little chatter Naziah and the middle-aged woman. Directly follow the pulpit by chiming in Naziah's speech that was shown to him.

"Yes, Mom. We don't feel bothered anyway." - timpal Ifah.

"Rather than I have to regret it later, if something happens to Mom before reaching the destination. That pickpocket, must still be waiting for Mom somewhere quiet other. And will repeat his behavior that failed because of me. Coincidentally, we are also free and just finished exercising earlier. To take time off from our work. Go, Mom!! And come, let me just bring the vegetable basket." explained Naziah at length. Then took over the mother's innate basket from her hands.

"Hem.. okay. Come on!" replied the middle-aged woman as she began to step forward.

"Oh yes, if you may know, your name is actually Beautiful or.." said the middle-aged woman asked.

"Hahaha.no, Mom. My name is Naziah. Call Ziah or Zi'. And this friend of mine, his name is Ifah. If you can tell, what's mother's name?" naziah replied after a crisp laugh. And then back to asking.

"Your names are beautiful, very fitting with the owner who does look beautiful. My name is Suni. Commonly called Sunny Mother. But, if my employer. Regularly call me, Bi' Suni." replied Suni Mother introducing herself. Once before, praise Naziah and Ifah.