Sarah
Attempts to Get Aleta's Heart

"Hm, choose Aleta or Fredericka huh?, both are beautiful anyway, equally white, smooth, it looks like they are both innocent girls, his face is like a very innocent that, but Aleta is rich, he said, ortunya also saucy, like he bule deh, if Fredericka do not know where the house, want me deketin but if the poor just lie dong!, beautiful if the poor want to eat what gw?, what do you want to eat?, yes want to not want I who have to work dong bone slam?, ikh ogah really!, it is much better if life is well established, rich without work and without tuyul petihara, it is much better if you live well, yes enough to marry a rich woman, right?, yes already dew deketin Aleta first, baperin Aleta until she wants to marry gw and become a wife gw, after that, then, I can definitely enjoy the treasure" Hasan said grinningly raising his eyebrows.

"To Aleta's house, yes?, but time to the boarding girl's house anyway?, do not bring anything" said Hasan.

"Bring the flowers?, but get the flowers or the rings?" ask Hasan.

Hasan who was confused finally searched the internet, what to bring when visiting the house of women.

"Hm, cake, martabrak eh martabak deh, why so martabrak anyway?" hasan asked laughing while patting his own forehead.

"It's still morning huh?, it seems rare deh martabak morning like gini, in the market there are times huh?, try deh nyari in the market first" said Hasan who immediately changed his clothes.

Hasan went to the market to look for martabak.

"That there is a martabak" said Hasan saw a martabak in front of him.

"What number?" asked Hasan to hold the martabak that had been wrapped.

"Seven thousand mas" said the martabak seller.

"What is this, sir?" tanya Hasan pointed at one of the martabaks.

"That's the chocolate-pea-mas flavor" the seller replied.

Hasan took three martabaks. One nut chocolate flavor, one cheese flavor, one cheese chocolate flavor.

"This is sir" said Hasan gave the money fitting.

"Thank you" said the seller smilingly taking Hasan's money.

"Together" said Hasan smiling.

"Lumayan is much cheaper than martabak that night, is actually smaller, but the important thing is cheap, can be a lot" said Hasan saw a plastic bag.

Hasan went to Aleta's house on his favorite motorcycle.

"Assalamualaikum" said Hasan in front of the door of Aleta's house.

"Assalamualaikum" said Hasan in front of the door of Aleta's house.

"This ain't nobody what is it?" hasan asked curiously peering into Aleta's house from outside the fence.

"Akh SHiA!, there is a bell, why I use all calling events" said Hasan when he realized there was a bell beside the Aleta gate.

Hasan rang the bell and a man approached him.

"Who are you looking for?" asked a man peeking through the gate.

"You look for Aleta sir" said Hasan looking at the man from the gate.

"What are you doing?, who is it?, how do you know Miss Aleta?" ask the man.

"I'm a friend of Aleta sir, there is a need for Aleta" said Hasan.

"Whose name is it?" ask the man.

"Hasan sir" replied Hasan.

"For a while, mas" said the man who immediately went away from Hasan.

The man pulled out his phone and called someone.

"OK" said the man who immediately turned off his phone call.

The man returned to the front and opened the gate for Hasan to enter.

"Thank you sir" said Hasan with a small smile.

The man only smiled slightly and nodded his head.

Hasan wants to knock on Aleta's door but Aleta suddenly opens the door.

"Eh mas Hasan, what's wrong here?" ask Aleta.

"Well, what's wrong if I come here?" ask Hasan.

"Hm, no mas" Aleta said with a small smile.

"Oh yes, this is for you" said Hasan gave martabak that he had bought.

"Thank you" Aleta smiled.

"Yes the same" Aleta replied with a smile.

"Who's coming Al?" ask her mother to come.

"You?" ask Aleta's mother to smile.

"Yes aunty, I'm Hasan" said Hasan smiling.

"What's the matter with Hasan here?" ask Aleta's mother.

"It's okay aunt, just happened to be me from my friend's house, just keep me here, because my friend's house is close from here" said Hasan smiling.

"Oh that" said Aleta's mother.

"Yes aunty" replied Hasan smilingly nodding his head.

"This is from Mas Hasan mah" said Aleta gave a plastic bag containing martabak that Hasan had given for him.

Aleta's mother looked at the contents of the plastic Hasan gave her.

"Hm, martabak?, this is a market martabak, only three market martabak?" ask Aleta's mother who immediately changed expression.

"Auntie why?" ask Hasan.

"No, it's okay" said Aleta's mother smiling slightly shaking her head.

"I'm going home aunty, assalamualaikum" said Hasan smiling.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Aleta's mother and Aleta compact.

As Hasan slowly left them, Aleta continued to look at Hasan with a smile. His mother who saw him looked at him cynically.

"What?, what the hell is this?, Aleta likes the poor guy?, can't this!, can't it happen!, want to put where I'll face if I have a poor daughter-in-law?" asked Aleta's mother inwardly looking at Aleta who was still smiling to herself.

Aleta's upset mother immediately left Aleta while shaking her head. Aleta still continued to smile like a new madman even though Hasan was no longer there.

"If you look at the sweet Hasan mas also yes hm" said Aleta smiling.

"Eh but Mas Hasan already had a partner yet?, arentar I play like it again, eh not to mention mas Hasan already had a wife and children is not funny, hm, hm, hopefully Mas Hasan has not married aamiin, he is a good man, surely my life will be happy if I become his wife later" Aleta smiled.

"Wives!, will not mamah let you be the wife of a poor man like him!" said Aleta's mother grinning and peeking out the window.

"My dear son's aleta, do you think that your mother will bless you with her after she saves your life?, oh certainly not my dear daughter!, she could have saved your life, but he will never be able to be your life partner, yes I understand, he brought me that martabak to get my daughter's heart, and mine, yes he managed to get my daughter's heart, yes he managed to get my daughter's heart, but not with my heart!, all I wanted was Aleta to marry an only rich child just like her, not a poor man of the lower class, upper class only for the upper class, not just for the upper class, not for the lower classes, the lowly!" said Aleta's mother grinning.

Aleta went into her house and soon her mother left.