Khadija
Ngeselin vs Nyebelin.
...8.8. Ngeselin vs Nyebelin...
Bluest.
“Should be anyone let you not salve?!”
Blue doesn't know what to answer. For Blue, it is precisely the woman who is lazy, unruly, wasting time, plus less clever in taking care of herself. He remembered yesterday that Kha had let go of her flushed heels and blisters, and that she was also seen being indifferent to her half-wet clothes. Though the clothes worn white and made from Chiffon, it is certainly directly attached to the body if exposed to water.
Blue prefers to ignore Kha's questions and return to the shophouse to resume her work. Rather than arguing with women who have said 'ngeselin'.
CK! I know deket not yet, ngatain ngeselin!
“Lu want to go back?” tanya Dumbar.
“Iya, from yesterday blom laki nyokap. Later you please edit the same photo video have Aunt Mia yes, Tar. Let me check tomorrow, just ride print.”
“Okidoki!” Dumbly carrying Aming up to the bed, the Cat wags its tail, looking comfortable in the arms of Dumbness.
“We were left alone again, Ming. Just that you're the only one who understands me, Blue” shuddered at their interaction. “Later Bang Gentar bring neng Dipa here yes, let us have his friend.” racau Gentar got a pillow throw from Blue.
Until home, he saw Barid and Papa's car parked neatly in the yard.
“Going Den?” ask Lukman.
He put the helmet in the toolbox in the parking lot. “Papa equals Barid at home, Sir?”
“Den Barid Yes at home. If the Master left again with Non Viona.”
From the living room, Barsha's whining voice welcomed her arrival, a smile imprinted on her lips. This time especially what makes the child abegeh it to bring out his whining style.
“Mama don't want to! What the hell is buying like that! If only for toys, there borrow a lamp lalin stick has a pack Lukman.” said Mama.
“Ish different Ma! This is usually used for concerts. Beliin yes, Ma...”
Mama realized her presence and ran over. “Alhamdulillah son Mama dateng also.” Blue kissed the hand of Dusk and hugged a glance. “Tuh urucin your sister, Mama dizzy with her, ngrengek mulu!” say Dusk and go into the kitchen.
“Buyin adek stick Exo,” Barsha's eyes flicked while struggling spoiled on his arm. I don't know what else Barsha calls, it's definitely merchandise and goods prints. Official goods output Agency that shelters one of the boy groups from ginseng country.
He then issued a sum of seven pieces of money and gave it to Barsha. “Enough?” tanyakanya.
Barsha nodded quickly. “Makasih Abang... you're the best!” he said he immediately took the money offered by him.
“This is enough for binder, sticker, postcard, the same photo card.” muttered Barsha giggling.
“Bang... Shower used to eat this yes...” shouted Dusk from the kitchen. Blue was rushing up the upper floor to the room to clean up.
If in many stories, the stepmother is depicted with a fierce woman, evil bin sadistic. But not with Dusk, the woman who has been with Papa since she was six knows it, breaking the negative stigma about the sobbing of Stepmom.
Sometimes Blue actually thinks, the role of Jihan and Dusk as Mother is reversed. Jihan who he hopes can be a role model, precisely the attitude of his temperament makes himself hesitant. Every meeting with his biological mother, always about Papa's property that becomes a discussion. It was very torturous and gave its own emphasis. Without Jihan realizing it, his obsession with the world of photography He got from his mother's world.
While Dusk, she is not a mother who likes to force the will of children. For him, every child deserves to have goals to achieve, as long as it can be consistent and responsible with all the consequences.
“Bi, Mama's friend who opens the Wedding Organizer service, she again needs a photographer to collaborate with her WO. Keep him asking for help Mama to tell you, any time you want.”
“Bby too, Ma. Cuman Biru is still looking for additional employees first.”
“You open a vacancy or invite your friend who is as professional.” suggestion Dusk. Then pull up the chair next to Blue. “Oh yes, Because Mama's friends also need florists too, Mama gave her a recommendation of the florist next to your studio.”
“Kha??”
“He'em. Kha. Why why?”
“Mama look around her calm, beautiful, polite.”
His forehead wailed in wonder. “What is Mama mean?”
“Neither means anything, Mama just likes to see a woman kayak Kha. Adem saw.”
Adem from where. That nyebelin girl.
“Why you?” ask Dusk wonder.
“What's wrong, why?”
“That's why his face so not cool that talking florist next door?”
“Regularly!”
“Be careful... The stories in the novels you read. Usually the old-fashioned so like.”
He shrugged his shoulders while shaking his head.
It is not possible to like the nyebelin women like that.
The day changed, this morning Blue departed using Papa's white SUV, forced to keep his motorbike at home. All because of Barid who refused Mama's request to bring a cake made by Mama to be given to Iyang and Oma. After previously stopping by Iyang and Oma's house, Blue pulled back the car lever and passed to the studio.
“Ck!” He kept clucking. Look at the two boxes of cookies on the side seat. “Ngapain also Mama bring to Kha everything?!”
Blue brought down the box of cakes given by Dusk, he had time to go back and forth in front of the flower shop, between wanting him to give or waiting for Dumbar to wake up, let the compassionate Dumbar.
Bugs!
“Astagfirullah.” strangle Kha. Blue hit Kha who was carrying a pot of sunflowers out of the store.
Blue jumped, a moment later he pulled Kha's hand but was pushed over violently by Kha. “Do not touch me!” kha.
He doesn't know. His intention was only to help, but Kha's reaction was considered excessive. What wrong? Since yesterday he's been acting like a bitch!
Then he rose without concern for Kha who was still sitting on the floor, entered the flower shop to Dipa.
“Dip, take it from my Mama for you.” he said then leave. Passing Kha who was still sitting cleaning up the rest of the soil scattered on the floor. Even Blue forgot with his intention to convey a message from Mama about the collaboration of florist and WO friends Mama.
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Khadija.
“Loh how messy is that?” He looked towards the car park, Barid's voice turned out.
Barid immediately took the broom and pengki from the studio and helped him clean up the wasteful scraps of soil spilled from the pot.
“Thank you, Mas Barid ”
“No need to hesitate Kha... If you need any help you can tell me.” he said while throwing a smile.
Kha sighed. His mind again reminded him of Barid's words. Maybe it was because they were different Mother, that was why the personalities of the two of them were also opposite.
“After the cake, he said take care of Mama.” said Dipa after Kha entered the store, leaving Barid who was still sitting in front.
“Most?”
Oh maybe the beautiful woman who greeted me at the time. The woman looks like Barid, it deserves Barid well, his mother is good too.
