SANTRIKU STREET
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"Isn't that Dadun?" Nawir continued to look towards Fatimah.
"Yes, it's Dadun." answered Heru confirming.
"Well, your rivals are heavy! that mysterious person is hard to guess!" obviously Nawir while squinting his eyes at me.
"meaning?" I asked while frowning, not understanding what Nawir said.
"Yes, the rival got Fatimah's heart!" nawir replied with a chuckle, making me exhale violently.
Fatimah was separated because they had different classes. Dadun who is in class 3. while Fatimah who is in class 2. classroom 3, the same classroom 2. the building is separate.
After parting ways with Dadun. Fatimah continued to walk towards her classroom, which was a bangnan with my class, but when she turned to the direction where my best friend and I were sitting, she smiled and walked over.
"Santri, the pellets are potent." said Nawir, chuckling, after seeing Fatimah walking closer.
"What the heck, Wir. from earlier you've been teasing me!" my snort was irritated, but Nawir only smiled.
But when Nawir was about to answer my rant, Heru already first, invited him to go to class.
"Eh, where are you going?" ask me out loud, when left like that.
"Success!" they said while raising their thumbs up, giving me spirit. But no matter what spirit they give, the spirit to sin?.
"Hey, assalamualaikum!" greet Fatimah while giving her sweetest smile.
"Waalaikumsalam" I answered and returned his smile.
"I had to talk to Dadun, we just happened to meet in the T-junction.all I say you mean, yesterday" said Fatimah without asking first. He has given evidence.
"So, does he want to?" ask me with curiosity.
"She said she would, at noon.he asked us to see her again.in her opinion, so that Dadun can know what kind of bracelet you want!" obviously Fatimah while looking at me.
"Keep later How, you tell, that Dadun is chatting in the original voice, or not." I asked as I stared at Fatimah.
"Easy! you see my fingers! when my finger moves, it means it's the original sound. Otherwise it's not, how do you understand, no?" fatimah answered explaining.
"What kind of movement?" I asked back.
"Like this!" Fatimah moved her finger.made me smile funny looking at her behavior.
Seduced like that, he finally realized, then squinted his eyes, sabil crossed his jaws, felt dislike because I was working.
"Well, when it's time to rest, we'll just meet in class, how?" I suggested giving advice while continuing to smile.
"Good idea anyway, he told us to meet the dad in his class.Yes, I'll wait." replied Fatimah, then he got up and left.
After Fatimah left, I got up from my seat, entered the classroom, to wait for the first lesson to begin.
At 10:00. The break bell rang, me and my two friends tidied their stationery. Then put it in the bag.
After all this was done, I asked them for permission, that I would meet Dadun, with Fatimah.
After they allowed it, I headed to the 2nd grade, where Fatimah was waiting for me, in front of her classroom.
"Come on!" take Fatimah after I'm in front of her.
Just a nod of the head I gave in response to his invitation. Then we went to the building, where Class 3 learned. a little hesitant when entering the class, considering Arfan and his kronco-keronconya as well, same class as Dadun
Fatimah's eyes scan all corners, to look for the existence of Dadun. There was a student sitting in the corner, raising his hand.
After arriving near Dadun, we both sat facing him.I who had not dared to look at him, Somehow the atmosphere became mystical, like in horror films. Every now and then I look at all corners of the room, looking for the whereabouts of Arfan and his friends. But there were no signs that made me worry.
"This is Dun, the guy who wants to make a bracelet!" fatimah said carefully, like Kuncen who was facing a new candidate to the demon king.
Dadun did not reply, He just stared at me, with a very sharp gaze, until translucent to the heart. Spontaneous heart suddenly beat, more hunting.like a frightened person.quickly I bowed my face, so as not to keep looking at him.
"What do you want bracelets, dal? tanya Fatimah broke the awkward atmosphere
I took a deep breath, several times. Then you exhaled it quietly, to calm my irregular heart rhythm.
"About what kind of bracelet yes, sister that suits both of us." said I concocted, because previously not in the briefing first.
"Oh, want a chaplain." asked Dadun.
I quickly glanced at Fatimah's finger, which was on the table, but it didn't move. Marking it wasn't Dadun's original voice.
"Yes, you see yesterday when you saw the bracelet in Brother's hand, it looks unique and very extraordinary!" my answer expresses admiration.
Dadun just smiled, without making a sound. Perhaps feeling proud, with what he made. Because after I spoke like that, he noticed a snake-shaped root bracelet, which was wrapped around his hand. Such is an artist, when his work is admired.
"You likey?" dadun asked, seeing Fatimah move her finger so I quickly stored the original voice, locking in the memory of my brain, so that later I would not have to pay attention to Fatimah again.
"Banget! Sis. it's amazing, it's from the roots, right?" I keep praising him.
"Yes, this is made from the root of the tea tree, because in addition to being strong and easy to make, continuing when pureed will give off a color like this! Color is very beautiful." said Dadun, Fatimah's fingers began to move. But I still feel the sound of Dadun, there is no resemblance to people who chat in the grave.
"Well, that's great, brother, how come? roots like that, made a bracelet this good?" praise me again, that he may continue to speak like that.
"Everything, the important thing is there is a will, everyone can certainly, the important thing is there is an art soul in his body" explained Dadun ended with the movement of Fatimah's fingers.
"Keep about what bracelet? which suits us both? And can't you? later I learned to make bracelets, because I like, with crafts like this" I asked to repeat the original question.
"Let's see your hands!" dadun Pinta.
Fatimah and I drew our hands closer, revealing to Dadun, and he watched my wrists closely, which approached Fatimah's wrists.
Long time observing, but he never gave any opinion, so it makes me and Fatimah look at each other, feeling surprised by his attitude.
"Well, no, if the bracelet is made of horns?" suddenly Dadun said like that, making me look in wonder at him.
"What could be, horns made up of bracelets?" I asked as if I was unsure of the answer.
Dadun did not answer. He just stared intently at me, so I quickly closed my mouth, feeling nervous about being noticed like that.
"Bod0h question!" he murmured quietly, but I could hear.
"Look, Dun. Dalari asked like that, he's not an art man, just like I was surprised, masa, Yes. horns can be made bracelets?" Bela Fatimah, so that Dadun does not become angry.
Finally he smiled, like a person with a double disorder. Suddenly his attitude could change quickly.
"About how much would it cost if the bracelet was made of horns?" I dare to look at him.
"20.000"
Gulg!
I swallowed the saliva, feeling surprised by the demand for the price. Because of the money, enough to survive in the cottage for two weeks, my salary from Mr. Chandra was only Rp30,000 per month. And with Rp20,000 it can buy half a gram of 18 carat gold.
