Love Belongs to Cia
apology

"gkma".

"oh hay".

"i want to give this to you".

"make what?".

"for you, well, my apologies for last week when I hit you at my friend's cake shop".

"oooo, that's why I'm sorry".

"so you want to grab this drink?".

"thank you, do you want to drink?, brother there is a drink for you only". he said giving the drink to a girl who was playing sand.

"excussy?".

" i'm fasting".

"ooo sorry I dont know".I answered with a smile.he immediately went to join the others.without me knowing it was seen from a distance.

"woi why do you ngeliatin cioo same tu guy?, your expression is ordinary aja donk".

"what the hell are you za, so much trouble for your life".

"when waiting for dika dika". Riza shouted calling dika who had disappeared from her sight.

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three months have passed now we are welcoming happiness with the arrival of the holy month of Ramadan.

"assalamu'alaikum cici, beautiful hay".

"wa'alaikumsalam mummified, where is it now seen?".

"well that's how the school work piled up, btw sorry born bathin ya ci,ndah".

"sorry born bathin also mummified, you want tarawih too right?".

"you're right, too".

"you're on your way".

"come on".

tarawih prayer has been completed, now mosque teenagers scramble to take the Koran for tadarusan.

"I'm such a handsome guy".

"riska what the heck you even see a guy dehen odd".

"isss ci he is very handsome, please deh tu!!".

"which one?".

"that's what Ustadz umar is talking about".

"hah". I was surprised because what is being talked about by risk is the friend al.

"that's why you're also fascinated by her beauty, closing her mouth once her mouth is grumpy".

"your hands smell like tau".

(how can I be here?).

"who's the name?".

"where do I know, and I also do not care whose name, ah I want to njai". I immediately took a place next to the beautiful.

fifteen minutes later sya and ustadz umar sat in front of us. Now it was my turn to teach, but because my sitting too far made the mic not arrive.

"forward again ukhty!".

"yes ustadz".

I reflexively called him ustadz, after I finished meganji ustdaz umar took the mic close to him and gave it to him.

"dek sya please turn the deck sya who teach".

"syukron ustadz". sya chanted the holy verse of the Quran so beautifully that it made ibuk ibuk and girls who were outside the mosque enter the mosque.

"god willing, beautiful as the sound of the rhythm, aaaa so want to be pestilent if I become his wife can certainly every day hear the beautiful voice of the husband".

"iiiii goddess of great heights you".

"cici jealous?".

"not really".

"ci has been fascinated yet the same sound bang sya".a beautiful whisper approached me.

"it's beautiful not to come along, see if there are any mistakes".

time has shown at 11.30 wib, which means now it is the turn of teenagers who men enter the mosque to teach, I am very tired of walking quickly want to put the Koran in the closet,but when I turned around I was surprised that there was a shah behind me.

"does it here. haah yes?".

"sorry doesn't mean surprise you".

"ooo it's okay, I'm first".

"cia wait!! fifth fast I want to invite you to break the fast in my house".

"uh uh? eeeemm insyaa'allah sya".

"ask the same cia, he's my friend". replied sya after leaving the mosque, I was still glaring at the answer I immediately turned to rani who showed her puple eyes.

"nothing". I answered.

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me and all the Muslims are doing the first fast, I've been sitting in a cake shop since half an hour ago, the cake shop is open in the month of Ramadan from four in the afternoon until the completion of Maghrib.

ting.ting...

"ciooo from earlier hp you sound loh".

"cogel".

"why is that face not ironed yet?".

"this is because ga...". my words were cut because of the phone call that made me more upset.

"why the hell cia?, story to us".

"so gini za jen, last night it was sya tarawih and tadarus in the mosque near my house, and a lot of girls who asked for a number sya".

"what is her relationship with you?".

"that's the problem, Riza, when one of my friends asked me to go straight to the sya, you know what not to answer?".

"how do we know, we're not there".

"say I asked for cia, she's my friend".

"what?". said riza and jena surprised, here there is only jena and riza.

"that's it, because of my answer to the terror from last night".

"do you have his number?".

"no za, not familiar either".

"don't be angry, La Taghdop Walakal Jannah".

"who's angry?".

"yes you".

"no".

"ih ngaku".

"indeed no".my answer raised the voice an octave.

"that's what it's called?".

"I'm not angry, I'm just annoyed".

" ooh okay". answered the final riza.

my family and I are enjoying the open dishes provided by my beloved mother.

"alhamdulillah finally after a day of holding back thirst can now feel the pleasure of water".

"uuuuu kiya lebay really". I directly scrambled the hair of my youngest brother, the only boy in the family malik.

"chici kiya's hair is already in a neat comb huh".

"cogel".

"big sister cici nih jahil terribly".

"uuuuu is usually just a ngadu".

"cici pity kiya if her hair sici random mulu uh". beautiful hugging kiya while tidying up kiya's messy hair.

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"where is cici beautiful?"

"there's no more taking ablution".

"cici you really don't have that cogan number?".

"sorry laura I don't have the number, if you want to ask for it yourself".

"nicebelin really you ci".

the lecture this time was brought by sya, the theme is patient.I who focus on listening was disturbed by the chatter of my friends, because I was curious to approach them.

"what are you talking about?".

"have a peach, tumben you want to join the huddle?".

"you interrupt my concentration hearing the lecture, what are you talking about? so serious".

"we want a saembara".

"what?". I cried a little, Riska immediately closed my face because my mother looked at us.

"slow down cia uh".

"sorry saembara what?".

"get a number, so anyone who can get a phone number can get whatever he wants, you follow, right??".

yeayy thor up again nih friend,hopefully entertained ya.