Waiting for a Girl
Part 12 ~An Awaiting A Girl~
Fisha told me all about their meeting at the cafe. He was really happy to meet the children of his papa friends.
Umi Aisha. "It turns out their nature is not much different from the nature of their respective fathers," said Aisha.
"Other times invite them to dinner here umi, tell papah," Pinta Fisha made her umi nod.
"Later on tell me what you are," replied Aisha so that her son summingan.
Fisha kisses her face-covering cheek.
"Ciee, I wasn't invited" said Ataar who had just arrived. The man immediately slept on his umya lap. "Next time take you too, brother."
Fisha nodded. He got up and picked up his backpack and walked into the room.
Fisha smiled and immediately put her body in her bed.
He picked up his phone because it kept ringing. He rounded and immediately laughed, it turns out Tofik put it in a group.
"Gosh my god." Fisha chuckled, looking at the contents of their chat which was at random. It's a fight, but it's funny for Fisha. "They're all there," he murmured.
While being cool to read each of their messages, suddenly a notification came in from Xaviel. Fisha didn't want to see it, but the message was accidentally sent to the press.
Fisha was confused to answer what, finally she only replied using a random sticker that she got from her chat with Kainal. The man if you chat always use random chat makes Fisha used to laugh and are interested in adding it to favorites.
"At a time like this, you trust Alya more than I do, El. Though obviously you have known me for a long time, but somehow you have been too blinded by love, so can not see the rottenness of Alya. Hopefully someday you will not be missteps," murmured Fisha. "It was not me who broke our friendship, but you did it yourself. If at that time you did not give me a false promise, and did not hide your relationship with Alya, maybe our relationship is still going as smoothly as before, but how? All your lies make me hurt, El. There are so many lies that you have done that it is difficult for me to forgive him" said Fisha again writing in her diary.
She opened her veil and veil and entered the bathroom. He will perform the magrib prayer.
The best healing when feeling sadness is venting under the cool, giving a sigh of impression to the almighty. The heart will be calmer when we have done it.
"Readers don't have to, do me a favor? I'm a strong man, as a female lead, I try hard for you guys. The author is evil, make me suffer so I am rich gini," complained Fisha. "No, please be kind. Don't let him make me more tormented later," continued Fisha pouted.
He folded his coffins, and went down to help his ummah prepare dinner.
Fisha has seen uminya in the kitchen is installing. He approaches her uminya and helps her to lift her to the dining table.
"Umi's son indeed. Masya-Allah," Aisha praised her daughter.
"Umi, how much dinner?" ask Fisha.
"The Kainal family and her will come here" replied Aisha.
"Kok Fisha don't know?" asked Fisha, the girl washed her hands and ran up the room, to wear her veil and veil. They were afraid of suddenly coming.
"Everything out of the room wearing a veil and veil, even though at home there are only umi, papah and your sister. Just in case a guest comes suddenly how?"
Fisha nodded. "Yes umi" said Fisha.
"Fisha, Xaviel came home from America and rarely stopped by the house?"
"She's busy, now that she's been working at her daddy's company, there's definitely less time. I was the one who was always near, anyway" Phisha's whistle lifted the plate to the dinner table and wrapped it around.
Suddenly the bell rang.
"Let's just let's go, you go on," said Umi Aisha made the girl obey.
Moments later, he finally re-entered with the Kainal family.
Fisha smiled and was polite towards them.
"The belun altar is coming, chief?" asked Kainal's father who was none other than Vier.
"Please Vier, call Aisha aja," Aisha scolds her husband's former motorcycle gang.
Vier laughed and nodded. "I forgot" he answered. "Fisha is very diligent," he said seeing Fisha serving food.
Fisha just smiled towards Vier.
"How is Aisha's sister?" asked Kainal.
Aisha looked over and smiled. "Baikloh, I told you not to call brother! Tell me the same age," when Aisha hit the middle-aged woman who was dressed the same as him.
The altar has arrived. They chatted for a while, then ate dinner
Fisha did not eat, she looked towards her sister's room.
"Where are you going?" ask the altar to see his son want to leave.
"Call Ataar, he must not have eaten either," he replied passing away.
Altar looking at her daughter's departure, she stomped on the sandals she was holding making Aisha look at her husband confused.
"Why brother? " ask Aisha looking at her husband worriedly.
The altar turned and shook its head. "no papa, let's continue to eat."
Fisha came with her sister Ataar. They sit together.
Ataar glanced at her papa and sat down on the chair beside her brother.
"Ataar, handsome yes," praised Kainal's mother for making the man smile awkwardly.
They also had dinner together comfortably without any fuss. However, it is different with Ataar who does not feel comfortable.
As everyone gathered in the living room, they were talking. The man went to the room, because his papa was coding and told him to leave, but he also wanted to be acquainted with Kainal or his family, he also wants to be like the Phisha who is always in love given whatever he wants. She envied her brother, but not the least she held a grudge against Fisha.
"Why? Why compare far between me and my brother? Am I not his son? Did I do anything wrong? Why am I treated differently?" ataar asked, scrambling his furstasi hair, he broke his body behind the door. "When am I as lucky as brother? I was born in the world just to be a tired papah healer huh? That's why every time he's tired, he's gonna hit me?"
The boy stood up and entered the bathroom. He blames the shower, and gets off at the bathub. He closed his eyes, the water coming out of the shower making his tears invisible.
"I am tired, O God," he said in his heart. "My physical and mental health are not that strong, I'm just a human being. Why don't you just take my life? It's very painful. Sister Fisha, can I give up? I'm really tired" he continued. As her breath began to recur, she strengthened the tightness of her eyes.