The Passion of Duda Perjaka
No School
Qisya who had been very upset because he had called Arya several times there were no words or answers from Arya.
“Om Alyaa..” terisk Qisya while pulling Arya's shirt which slightly made her choke.
“Uhuk... uhuk Arya coughed as her collar slightly pressed against her neck.
“Sukulin, anyways bengong aja. Come home Om, Qisya has missed Bunda” said Qisya with his upset face.
“Uhuk... You are nothing Qisya, later if Om dies how? Later there is no more Om Qisya who is handsome not to the rich bones of Om Arya this” saut Arya with a little annoyed
“Yes if Om dies, I'll just leave it on the ground. Time to throw it in the sea. It could be shark food dong haha.” Qisya replied with a laugh.
“Yakkk.
“Om Alya tuh the lese” replied Qisya while leaving her waist staring at Arya with an angry look.
“Huftt.. patience Arya, patience. Patient people in love Bu teacher beautiful hihi” murmured Arya while laughing by herself.
“Om Alya why did he meet Bu Beautiful laughing rich olang crazy. Don't-don't Om Alya forget to take haha medicine..” said Qisya in his heart while looking at Arya.
Arya who was aware of her daydreams was immediately said goodbye to the two guards, then rode the motorbike with Qisya sitting in front.
How happy Qisya when just back to enjoy the air when riding the bike. In fact, Qisya very rarely ride a motorcycle because he more often rides a car if you want to go anywhere.
The motor that Arya uses is the motor that Brian bought when recently out the latest metic vespa motorbike. In fact, it is almost rarely used only once twice when buying it first. Because it is only a collection to meet the baggage only.
Many luxury cars and motorcycles that Brian bought but only once twice used, the rest he left to the security guard to heat the engine of all his vehicles so as not to be damaged.
Brian only uses his favorite car that always accompanies him wherever he goes. Arya who was enjoying the road with Qisya made them hum along the way.
Do not even forget Arya put on a helmet for Qisya to be awake from all kinds of dangers. However, in the traffic jams of the red light, Qisya noticed that there were some small children busking at the red light.
“Om Alya, look at it.. Why not rich school Qisya? Do they not want to spin rich Qisya?” qisya asked while looking up to set up Arya.
“No dear, they may not cost to go to school. Even to eat only they have to busk in the streets that are sometimes hot to the heat of rain. So Qisya should be grateful for being able to go to school and eat well. Unlike those who always hold back the hunger”
“But, Qisya must also not be arrogant to people whose degrees are below Qisya. Because according to God the degree of men is the same, it is only faith and piety that make them different. If the problem of poor rich property is the same, so Qisya must really be a good child and must not look down on someone. If they are in trouble, Qisya should help them not until the time when they are in trouble, Qisya mocks or mocks him. That is not good, does Qisya know if Mother does not want that Qisya will grow up as an arrogant child. That's why Qisya has to be a good boy okay.”.
Arya slightly advised Qisya not to look at someone wrongly. With the age of Qisya who has increasingly understood about everything so needed extra energy to make it not wrong to choose the way later.
“OK... Hoya's... Alya has no money? If there is Qisya borrow yes later Qisya change deh but ask Dad first hehe..” said Qisya while grinning the horse.
“Money? Money make what?” arya asked with her confused face.
“Create Om, pity have not eaten. It must be a lapal deh...” said Qisya while staring at the little children who were busking.
“Oh that, if that's not necessary to replace. Unless Qisya new meatball snacks are replaced, Om's money will run out if you make Qisya snacks. Kan Qisya mah eat mulu so it could be Om Arya broke later haha.” Arya said while laughing and took out the wallet from her pants pocket.
“Yakk... dasal Om pelit” saut Qisya while putting on his pouting face.
“Aduh... ouch.. watch out carefully his mouth loose if moyong-moyong so. This money Qisya love them do not forget to read Bismillah yes let be a source of reward for Qisya and will be a blessing for them all” said Arya while giving Rp. 100,000 to Qisya.
As the street children approached Qisya to ask for alms while singing, Qisya put the money in a can while reading Bismillah.
And not long the red light changed with a green light that signaled that it was time for them to return to drive the bike to the house.
Qisya and Arya never stop humming children's songs, even though Qisya singing with a wrong verse continues but does not make them stop.
Even Arya deliberately blamed her temple following Qisya who even got a scolding from Qisya if Arya sang with the wrong song lyrics.
Eventually they reach Brian's family home. Qisya who was impatient to meet the Mother made him rush down from the motor then slightly ran while saying greetings with a booming voice throughout the house.
Arya who had parked the bike with his initial position then immediately entered the house to catch up with Qisya.
“Assalama... The beautiful and cute Qisya came home.” shouted Qisya with her crisp voice, then ran around with difficulty towards the family room.
“Waalaikumsalam, ouch.. my grandson has returned” said Mrs Syifa with followed all to answer greetings from Qisya.
“Bundaa..” cried Qisya while running and hugging Hana.
Hap ! ...
Hana swiftly caught Qisya's embrace very tightly. “Unfortunately Mother, ouch... Mother miss very much the same Qisya”
“Qisya also miss the Mother, Mother do not get sick anymore... Qisya do not want to be left Mother Teyus know, later Qisya sad at home if there is no Mother so quiet” saut Qisya while releasing her embrace and put on a very sad face.
“Uluh... reed.. unfortunately Mother, hoya... Qisya wants to follow up to be a model Mother? Mommy wants to make a hijab model show loh..” asked Hana.
“Wahh... Qisya so model horeee..” cheer Qisya while prancing pleasure.
“Qisya know not, Dad also want to be a model Mother. Later Qisya help mom make dad dance yes.” Saut Hana while smiling.
Qisya who was happy now turned dumb, because he was very surprised by the words of the Mother. Who wants to make his father as a hijab model as well, even though Brian is a man why should follow like this. That was what was on Qisya's mind at the moment.
“Loh, Daddy's following Mother too? Kan Daddy boy, his time wearing hijab is also rich us?” qisya asked with her confused face while scratching her non-itchy head.
“Hehe... Mother also does not know dear, all this will of your twin grandpa is not Bunda” said Hana smilingly staring at her distended stomach growing bigger while stroking it.
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