Soul Change
Moving (3)

Maulana followed behind with her bike. As he told Stefani when he drove his sister in the vehicle. However, he got separated quickly with a pick up car as it followed a shortcut. It passes through well-known alleys and is up to fifteen minutes faster than a pick-up car carrying its sister and father.

In front of the house there was Azzam waiting for their arrival. He did send a message to Azzam's mother when he got a call from his father. But, did not expect that the woman instead sent her son who was in the middle of kasmaran with his sister Maulana.

“Have long waited? Not your college?” maulana asked the young man.

Azzam wore cotton trousers and a blue t-shirt. He leaned against the fence and was engrossed in his cell phone when Maulana just came down earlier. When his motor stopped Azzam raised his head and smiled brightly looking at him.

“No, Brother, I just got there!” azzam told him.

Maulana knew that the young man was lying. Azzam's nose was reddened by the heat, as well as his legion holding a mobile phone. He wanted to say how stupid Azzam was for doing this. However, there was also pity for the young man in his heart.

Maulana pulls the keys out of her pocket while Azzam goes to her house for nothing. When Maulana got to the door and started to open the door, Azzam came back with cleaning supplies.

When he reached the living room, Maulana saw that the place was cleaner than yesterday when he came.

“Home cleaned again?” maulana asked Azzam.

“Yes, I told the regular ones to clean up this morning. He said it was likely that Brother and family would enter today or tomorrow. It turns out that Mom's guess was right.” Azzam explains with a shy seidkit.

“Keep the broom for what?” maulana asked as she looked at what Azzam had brought in and placed near the door.

“Bonus. You see, people who just moved usually have trouble finding cleaning tools and often forget to buy because they are busy. So every move is always loved this same Mother.”

Maulana gawked and nodded. Then take the cleaning tool in the form of a broom, mop cloth, bucket and gravel and bring it in.

Maulana thought that Azzam would leave her alone after handing over the cleaning tools, but the young man followed her obediently to the kitchen where she placed them.

“Why do you follow me?” maulana asked as if she already knew what Azzam was waiting for.

“Maybe I can later help lift things,” said Azzam shyly like a teenager when he was 20 years old.

Maulana will chase the young man away when she hears the horn of a pickup car outside. Maulana quickly abandoned her intentions. He snorted and left Azzam behind. He could hear the footsteps of the young man following him.

Stefani jumped first from the top of the pickup car down. Followed by Handoko, their father. The last time after turning off the car engine, the driver who drove down.

“Wah, this house is bigger than the pavilion, right, Han? What if you stay here!” said the man while praising.

Handoko took the cardboard in the back, Stefani just carrying her bag. Azzam stumbled back to do what he said to Maulana inside.

“No need, Azzam. Our stuff is not that much, kok!” stefani said immediately.

Maulana praised her sister who said that. Goody! He said out loud in his heart.

However, Azzam's stupid base or his confidence is too big, the young man still smiles and lowers things from the back of the pickup car.

“Let's go a little faster with the help of the descent, Stefani!”

Maulana immediately imagined herself dragging Azzam down from their pickup car and exclaimed in front of the young man: Kamui doesn't need your help.

***

Azzam took things down and put them in the house soon after. The pickup car carrying Stefani's belongings went straight away again after all the goods were unloaded.

“Which we can give you is just a drink, right? Sorry, yes, Azzam!”

Compared to Maulana, Azzam felt more comfortable with Handoko, Stefani's father.

While with Maulana, Azzam was like being watched by a ferocious beast that was ready to pounce at any time. He was sure he had done nothing wrong. He just smiled, every time getting intimidation from the gaze of Stefani's older brother.

Maybe if he had a beautiful sister like Stefani, Azzam would understand why he became disliked.

Azzam understood that a girl does a lot when she moves into a new house. However, there are almost no items that must be arranged Stefani because the rented house has rented all the goods as well. As long as it is not broken, of course.

Azzam sipped his drink quickly and stared into the room where Stefani disappeared again. He prayed in his heart that Stefani would come out for a moment to take him forward.

Of course, that would be impossible.

However, when Azzam stood up and said goodbye. Stefani really showed up. He was neater than before and seemed to have managed to arrange his room quickly.

“Away home?” stefani asked when he saw Azzam stop and smiled at him.

“Ya, it's afternoon. Must shower too!” Azzam should not have said that. Just standing near Stefani has made him misbehave. Stefani did nothing and smiled at him.

“Can between Azzam out?”

Azzam wanted to kiss Mr. Handoko, Stefani's father because he was very understanding. He will crown Mr. Handoko as the best in-law candidate in the world.

“Good, Dad!” Stefani obediently followed Azzam out.

Azzam very deliberately walked very slowly. He wants to prolong his time with Stefani so he can remember it well. But just walk.

“Do you like his house?” ask Azzam slowly.

“It's a nice house!” answer Stefani.

Unfortunately, however, he seemed completely unhappy with what he said. Even in Azzam's ear Stefani's voice sounded very sad.

“You don't like this house?” Azzam stopped and turned to Stefani.

It was just that the girl did not raise her head and lowered her head. “I don't dislike this house. But the previous house was full of memories. Somehow I feel sad because I have to part with that place.”

“You remember your late mother?” ask Azzam.

Azzam regretted his know-how. Because he saw Daisy shed tears now. It felt like his throat was suffocating from not being able to say anything more now.

“I showed you something bad!’ stefani said as she wiped her tears. “I'm sorry!”

“No! I should be the one apologizing. However, I made you cry by asking a sensitive question.” Azzam panic. He was waving like a fool. “No need to drive me. I can get out on my own. Hope you feel better tomorrow!” Azzam.

He stepped a few steps towards the door and turned to look at Stefani. But Azzam saw only the girl's back, getting further and further away from the gate.

Azzam stepped gontai towards his own house. He felt he had made a big mistake.

“Face Brother why is that?” Azzam's younger brother greeted in front of the entrance of his own house.

“Little kids don't need to know!” said loud.

Clearly, Azzam's sister had a strong protest because she was called a child at her age now. As Azzam passed by, the boy was poking around because of the rough langurung.

Azzam's mother also asked him the same thing. Azzam did not answer. But then he came back and looked at his mother carefully.

“Why? You just realized that Mom is beautiful?” ask the woman who gave birth to Azzam is narcissistic.

“Not, want to ask if the girl is crying ... how to make her nenangin?” ask Azzam.

“You are planning to make girls who cry ah? Mom never taught you like that, huh?”

“Jeez, Mom, just ask!’ pekik Azzam frustrated.