TOAST

TOAST
* Slice 38, Vibration


After the evening prayer, Qeena, who was still wearing her white face, headed for the kitchen through the side door from next to her room (the back door of the kitchen at night was locked from the inside). Qeena had forgotten to bring drinking water to the room, thirst completely blocked her throat. Just now that Dafi was going to take the pot for cooking, Qeena entered without any sound of people walking. Shocked the two until the egg in Dafi's hands managed to smell the floor and broke apart.


"Astaghfirullah Qeena, the nights make me shocked" said Dafi as he stroked his chest in shock to see a white-and-white appearance in the kitchen


"Sorry Mas Dafi, Qeena thirsty, forget to bring a drink, later Qeena clean the floor" said Qeena was not happy.


"Go ahead, later Mas aja cleanin floor, please masakin instant noodles aja .. I am hungry. The eggs are in the refrigerator" Dafi said.


"Guessuir cake ga Mas?" ask Qeena.


"Can ... any vegetable you like" replied Dafi.


Qeena directly cooks instant noodles equipped with vegetables in the refrigerator. Dafi mopped the floor. Instant noodles are finished, Qeena put the bowl on the pantry table. Just aja Qeena was willing to say goodbye, suddenly someone hugged her, spontaneously she screamed but then her mouth was held back. It turned out that Rian had already noticed Qeena from earlier. He woke up from hearing the startled cries of Qeena and Dafi. It just so happened that his room was downstairs, if the other room was upstairs.


"Qeena...Qeena.." call Rian in a nasal voice.


"Rian .. can't hug Qeena, let go" said Dafi, releasing Rian's hand from Qeena's waist.


Rian's hand was successfully released from Qeena's waist. Qeena was still adjusting her breathing in shock.


"I'm sorry Qeena." said Dafi.


"rian ... Qeena is a woman, so surprised if hugged, if Qeena cry how? Is it not the same with Qeena?" ask Dafi.


"Yes." replied Rian as his eyes looked at the instant noodle bowl that was still puffing smoke.


"Rian hungry?" ask Dafi. Rian nodded. Qeena took a drink to take to the room.


"Qeena .... Qeena .. eat" said Rian.


"Mas Rian will be cooked another yes, instant noodles are not good for health" bargain Qeena who is aware that Rian seems to want instant noodles. Rian nodded back.


Qeena looked at the refrigerator again to check what was there. There are carrots, broccoli and eggs. He boiled broccoli with a little salt. Then grated carrots are topped with eggs.


Rian noticed Dafi enjoying his instant noodles. Only about 10 minutes, Rian can eat omelet plus vegetables made by Qeena. Rian had trouble holding the spoon, so Qeena helped him cut the eggs. Rian was indeed not given a fork because he was worried that he could hurt himself or people around. Because the eggs are difficult to take using a spoon, Qeena finally fed Rian who now focus changed to see the apples on the pantry table.


Dafi washes dishes after eating. He sat back down to accompany Rian and Qeena who were still chatting.


Dafi's thoughts turned to a week ago, when Mr. Dzul intended to bring Qeena here, at that time Dafi was also confused about his father's stance, why should Qeena be helped, and why, as a critical child he immediately asked the hidden reasons of his father. Dafi just wanted to make sure that there was no friction between the wishes of Mr. Dzul and his mother later.


Dafi had thought that Mr. Dzul fell in love with Nuha so he would look for face first in front of Qeena. But what he thought instantly vanished with Mr. Dzul's reply.


"Rian is getting older, it will be difficult to find people who can accompany and accept him as he is. We're not going to continue with Rian, expecting him to be independent is not possible. I will match Qeena with Rian. 3 years later we see first there is a development with Rian or ga. This is only Mas who knows, I hope to hold this secret" said Mr. Dzul at the time.


"But Well, can Rian say kabul ijab? Do you understand that he is doing his duty as a husband? Is that how we sacrifice Qeena's future for our own personal interests?" dafi protests that do not agree with Mr. Dzul's plan.


"But Rian feels comfortable with Qeena, can't it hurt to make Qeena a part of our family?" said Mr. Dzul again.


"Ga is fair to Qeena Yah .. realize that we end up as if we were involved in human trafficking. We invite him from the village on a kasian basis and let's have a better chance here. But in reality, in the end, we ask him to do what we want" said Dafi.


At that time Dafi could no longer speak. His brain could not be thought. He did not believe in his father's way of thinking. But he also could not close his eyes if his sister is getting older, he may not be continuously taken care of Mba Party which is also getting older.


Dafi was still looking at Qeena and Rian. Very painfully Qeena served all Rian's talk, not feeling both eyes were wet to see the familiarity of the two.


Dafi hurriedly wiped his eyes, worried that the two people before him realized that Dafi was ready to cry. After finishing the meal, Rian was escorted to Dafi's room and Qeena continued to sleep.


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Today Dafi went to campus to collect personal data for the management of his degree and later to document it as CPNS.


Just a moment to meet his friends, he rushed home. Tomorrow he plans to participate in a survey project for a week, he was invited by one of the teachers on campus to be involved in the project.


"Why motor?" ask Dafi when she sees a woman having trouble turning on her motor matic.


"Ga know, Kak, suddenly can not be starter" replied the woman.


Dafi checked the woman's motorbike, but because of her automotive knowledge she was standard could not help as well.


"Just take it to the workshop near the campus, I help push, maybe there will be a solution there" suggested Dafi.


"Yes Brother may .. thanks in advance" replied the woman.


Dafi pushed the motor into the workshop. The owner of the car followed from behind. Arriving at the workshop, Dafi explained to the mechanic about the condition of the motorbike. Dafi wanted to go directly from the workshop, but seeing the woman he had helped was tired of being confused, Dafi finally tried to chat.


"You're the new kid, huh?" open Dafi.


"Yes Kak .. " replied the woman timidly.


"Hp I no pulse Kak, only data package, it was also abis time this morning. If at home is a WiFi subscription" explained the woman again.


"Call the phone to the house, they'll be worried" Dafi said, handing over his HP.


"Can you please, sister?" ask the woman convincingly.


"Yes .. use it" Dafi replied as he headed to a showcase containing cold drinks. He took two bottles of cold mineral water.


When Dafi approached the woman and gave her a drink, Dafi's HP was returned.


"Sorry Mas .. this must change the bus and the motor battery has been tekor, he forgot the key and the old bike is in on condition" explained the mechanic.


"Yes Mas .. I forgot, today was the first time to go to college, continued because of the time, I forgot if the motor is still on, but still on, I thought the machine was dead so just walk to class. The key is hanging there, fortunately no one took the bike. There are times about three hours the condition of the motor is still on" explained the woman.


"The latest output motorbike is so, it is equipped with the same safety device in the form of a side stand switch, so the motor machine will die if the side standard is lowered and the engine cannot be turned on. But because that's how the owner of the motor likes to forget to turn the ignition in the off direction. That's what makes the battery soak" explained the mechanic.


"Means to change battery?" ask Dafi.


"Yes, this can no longer be electrocuted" replied the mechanic.


"How much does it cost?" ask the woman again.


"Aki, the same spark plug service about four hundreds" replied the mechanic.


"Before a while" said the woman.


Dafi was invited to chat with the woman first, the point is that he did not have money and at home there was only his mother who did not have a savings account.


"I have it if you want to use, I guarantee you first yes five hundred thousand" said Dafi without saying stale.


"But I don't have any guarantee to let you believe" said the woman.


"We are an alma mater, I know that people who enter the campus must be chosen people" said Dafi.


"Why should I ask for his HP number, brother? I will have the money later I will pay. Oh yes I am Rahma ... What's his name?" said the woman.


"Dafi" Dafi replied briefly


Dafi gave her HP number and then left.


For some reason, there were other feelings on Dafi's mind tonight. Rahma's shadow danced over her head.


"Yahhh .. forgot the HP number" Dafi said when he saw his phone.


Not because he was worried that the money was not returned, but there was something that made Dafi interested. The woman is sweet even though not beautiful. His style also looks calm and the types of women his dream of Dafi.


Two days Dafi waited for Rahma to contact him, apparently no phone or chat came in. Until Dafi also did not remember because he was busy participating in a survey project about a product with his lecturer.


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"Mas Yus, today is a bit of a disaster to leave yes because I want to directly deal with clients outside, please wash the car just the same as the vacuum inside the car" the order of Bu Fia who met Iyus in front of the house.


"Good ma'am" Iyus replied politely.


Ms. Fia went into her house to the kitchen.


"Qeena... Today the list of schools can be alone right?" ask Bu Fia to Qeena who is active in the kitchen. Qeena immediately stopped washing the dishes and walked over to Bu Fia.


"I do not understand the way from here to the school of Auntie, Om Dzul just tell you the name of the school only" replied Qeena clearly.


"Later the Dawn between Bun ... There was no class this morning" said Fajar, who was in the kitchen.


"Are you not busy with college work? Let me go up aja ojol, later Mother fill the saltonya" said Bu Fia again.


"And he doesn't understand the area here, how are you going to kidnap?" ask Dawn.


"People who want to kidnap aren't stupid times either. The victim must have something of value. What is Qeena worth? Said beautiful ... yaaa standardlah yes, have a treasure yes no, glamorous appearance what else ... try deh you see what pluses points?" said Bu Fia while looking from the end of the hair to the end of Qeena's legs. Qeena could only duck.


"Bunnnn.." said Fajar did not like the sign of the Mother.


"Tinah ... please prepare breakfast for Mas Iyus in front of ya" ordered Bu Fia to turn the gaze of Dawn to him.


"Yes Ma'am." replied Tinah.