The Story of Love Of Machinist
Chapter 137: Who is He??!
It didn't feel like the rain was going to stop either.. The time at the station was 23:30 p.m. Even the cold weather greeted the people who were still awake that night.. The five of them decided to go home..
" mr tomorrow don't forget to dipo ya" said PPKA officer.
" ooh yes, " answered Nasrul with a smile.
" i forgot to tell my father" said the officer.
" ready ready.. Tomorrow afternoon right after the service ?" ask Nasrul.
" yes sir.. Orders from superiors.. Make the new machinists monitor in doing their duties "the officer replied.
" ready ready "answer Nasrul.
" uh you pay first." said the machinist.
" payin yes sir. "said July glanced at Nasrul.
" hey.. You are the oldest "macinist's timbal.
" uh it's not you who paid me" Nasrul said cynically.
" times napa the sir" said Rauff.
" that's my money.. Haven't paid my fare " replied Nasrul.
" yaelahh "said July.
" here's the money" Nasrul said, asking for money to pay them coffee.
" yaudah nih pak." said the Masinis while giving a piece of money.
" that's donk" Nasrul replied.
" et 20 thousand.. Which is enough "nashrul said while looking at the piece of money in his hand.
" father addin lah. "said the machinist.
" yaudah" replied Nasrul.
Nasrul also paid for the coffee they ordered.. After that, he rushed home... Under the drizzle speck... The misses began to come..
" uh.. Why yes. " said Nasrul astonished.. He also felt like there was a sense of being stored.
" why bang ?" ask July.
" no. " replied Nasrul.
" owh yaudah.. I came back first bang " said July saying goodbye to Nasrul.
" yes, heart" said Nasrul
" yes bang. " replied July as she walked away from Nasrul.
Nasrul sat on a bench in front of the station.. Under somewhat dim lighting Staring at the drizzle that was slowly starting to descend..
Suddenly the security officer with a pale face approached Nasrul who was sitting quietly there, he was standing behind Nasrul ..
" what's wrong, sir ?" ask the officer
" uh sir.. "what's wrong Nasrul replied, not looking at the officer's face.
" haven't come home yet sir.. Dah night.. Tomorrow will be the father of service " said the officer slowly.
I don't know what wind arrived the station security officer told Nasrul
" men must dare to face all problems.. His personal problems.. Nor her romance problems.. Face it with a sincere heart and a smile.. Stay calm and patient.. May the Lord do your business" said the officer slowly and gently.
" yes sir "answer Nasrul began to tremble.
" may you be strong in facing problems" said the officer.
" mmm.. " Nasrul also muttered..
" you must have some romance and work problems, right?? " ask the officer.
" how do you know!!? " ask Nasrul turned his face back and looked at the officer.
" Astagfirullah." said Nasrul rather surprised in fear.
The security guard just smiled.. And then leave.. Nasrul wondered who the officer was. Since it was night, Nasrul decided to go home.. Under the rain.. After arriving at his boarding house as usual he also undergoes his evening activities after the service.. She soon fell asleep on the guest sofa..
Not even the morning has arrived.. Sayup azan Subuh sounds echoing.. Nasrul wakes up from his sleep and realizes that he is asleep on his living room couch..
The phone sounded..