Wedding of Yuk Ma'am?!
Bag 12
"Uuuuggghhhh, mbak Nina I tormented born batiiinnn.."kiluuhh Ozill with emphasis in every word.
"Kangen bangeettt niihh...."
Ozil started strumming his guitar again, and humming.this time singing his song keris patih.
The night star tell him
I want to paint your light in her
Morning dew tell him
Let me keep her tight when the cold shackles her
You know tonight
I want to meet caressing her face
I put up the most beautiful space decoration
Just for himself
This song I miss created
Only for the angel of my beloved heart
even if it's just a simple tone
Let me express all my feelings and longings..
Ozil mendesssaaahh long.
"Weight, weight, weight, weight... It's hard to miss this." murmured Ozil sipped his black coffee.
"Harder to resist the longing than to hold the mountain..... Beraatt..." Ozil shook his head pretently animating.
"Cieeekk iiillleehhhh! Want to throw up I'm horrified." Karim's burlesque suddenly poked on the side.
Ozil looked at him.
"When is that there?" exclaimed Ozil put back his coffee cup."the beguile cake suddenly appeared."
"Since then, please sing you Zil, so do not appreciate my presence."reply Karim relaxed. "You're takoooott puunn as begu." Karim sneered his tongue out.
"Well, his name is also a subtle-creature, how am I supposed to be?"oceh Ozil returns to strumming his guitar.
Karim jumped over the 50cm concrete guardrail.
"For Zil's coffee."
"Sok tuuhh." pointed with his head.
Karim sips Ozil's black coffee. Then he sat down next to Ozil who was playing his guitar.
"here! I'm playing!"Karim calls for Ozil's guitar.
"Aren't there any cigarettes?"asked Ozil to sip the rest of his coffee.
"No! Baek's son I mah. Kagak ngrokok."tukas Karim plays guitar.
"Do you mind whose downfall Zil misses?"
"The fall of the widow son one."
Karim was sculpting.All of a sudden Ozil's best friend froze.
"Why you?"asked Ozil in wonder
"Who's widow Zil?"
"My brother's widow." replied Ozil lightly.
"Mister Nina?" tanya Karim gasped in shock. Karim's face was still very surprised. Ozil did not answer, only grinning. Then grab a fried banana on the table.
"Gilak you Zil."
"Perhaps, too, Rim."reply Ozil again grinned.
"Subah..... What's your tambet?"
"Cambet mbak Nina, Rim."
"Oh, you are terrible."
"Seriously." Ozil picked up another fried banana on the table and stuffed it in Karim's mouth. Ozil chuckles.
"indiscriminately. Can take my own."omel Karim chewed fried bananas in his mouth.
"So you're blazing there's no sense of Nisa?" tanya Karim.
"What the hell? we're friends."elak Ozil ngleyos took over the guitar in Karim's hands.
"Ckckl... Not really sensitive to you, huh."
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That night, after Nina said her greetings at the end of her prayer, the sound of her ringing made her move. Still using her face, Nina took the phone she had stored on her bedroom bed.
Vidio's call from Ozil's number. Nina swiped the blue button. Ozil's full face on the screen.
"What's up Oz?"
"Where's zidan mba?"
"There's more to eat as uti tuh." said Nina,"However, I'll call you."
"Mbak Nina also just finished praying huh?" Ozil asked in the middle of Nina who was walking into the living room.
"Sohati we ya mbak." followed with a grin on his face.
"What the hell are you talking about Oz?"rolling his eyes lazily.
"Hehehe... May our prayers be the same?" said Ozil again, "Bak Nina what was the prayer?"
"You know it. My secret is the same God." replied Nina a little annoyed.
"This is Zidan where the hell is it? It was in the middle of the room." muttered Nina, still around the house.
"Hmmm... I want to tell you my prayer."
"No need to."
"Why? Not curious about mbak?"
"No." replied Nina briefly. "The evidence doesn't know where Oz was. What's the messenger brought?"muttered Nina again. The woman returned to the room.
"Yes.no papa mbak. I'm talking to Nina's mom."
"Hmmmm... Do you want to modusin Mbak?"
"Eh, do you know if you want to be modulated?"kekebih Ozil
This is what Ozil is raving about? Not that it was nanyain Zidan. Inner Nina was astonished to take off her face so that she returned to her room.
"Eh mbak, don't take off the face."
"Why?"Nina put her hp on the prayer mat, took off her face and folded.
"Bak is beautiful if you wear mukena, especially if you stand one shaf behind me. Beeuuha.... Take Rasti Tagor, ma'am." Ozil put his phone in a position leaning against the wall. That is, let Nina also be able to see the activity. Meaning so.
"Why not be seen? Look at the sky of the room." Ozil took off his kokonya, there was a white T-shirt behind the cocoa he was wearing. Then removing the sheath and folded, dark colored short cargo pants appear attached to his body.
Nina finished folding her face, took her cellphone and kept her face and her alphabet in the closet. Nina looked again at her screen.
"Mr. We really should mbak. Just make a white T-shirt." while walking Ozil shone his camera hp to his body like Nina who also wears a white T-shirt.
Nina walked out of her room again, and Zidan and his messenger just came home from a neighbor's house. And now was sitting next to Utinya who fed him.
"Now, the Zidannya just returned." Nina shone a look at Zidan's face.
"Dek, Om Ozil tuhh, "said Nina waving her son to the camera.
"Zidan! when here? Om Ozil kangen niihh." cried the boy from across. Ozil has already been released, with Pak Bahdim and bu ana.
"You miss Zidan, are you his mother?"the father's lips ruffled the rough hair of his son.
"Yes two-two sir." oceh Ozil tidied up his messy hair.
"When is Nina here?"
"Tomorrow Thursday Oz, Thursday afternoon may want to make a pilgrimage to Mas Ozan's tomb."
"Ooo, thursday?"Ozil. "Tomorrow Thursday, I'm off. I'll pick ya up.."
"Ehhh, don't!" reject Nina.
"Please be ashamed, hold on to you! Not working yet."gru father sounded faint. Nina chuckles.
The vidiocall conversation was dominated by Ozil's chatter, and his Uti only occasionally chimed in.
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skalian Othor Visual love yes:
Nina
25 Year old
tradesman
Ozil Ozura
18 Years old SMK final grade
Ben Arfa
25 Year old friend Nina High School
occupation: this😁 temporary canvas
Adira
17-year-old sister Nina SMK student
Nisa
17-year-old friend of Ozil's village
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