Married Mr. A
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Today is the longest day for Nuri. Almost half a day customers come and go. Masha Allah.

Nuri's gratitude saw the changes and development of her parents' shop.

Nowadays Nuri needs extra patience to serve customers.

Just now he wants to rest his feet come again customer. He should be friendly even if he feels tired. 'The 'buyer was the queen' of her mother's will this morning.

By late afternoon Nuri can just put his ass.

"Why do you," asked his mother.

"Capek buk" honestly Nuri.

"There has not been a day of complaining" said Mr. Ali.

No more comments from Nuri. The girl just realized it turned out this is how her parents struggle to get rupiah for her.

"Yes, you go home first, shut up again." Ms. Aisyah gave me a plastic bag containing some vegetables.

"This brings home. Just cook it, "he said back.

Nuri just nodded. After saying goodbye, he immediately breezed.

The motor that used to be a foot for him can now be reused.

Nuri immediately put a plastic bag in the kitchen. He intended to pray ashar first.

The state of the house. Adam and Azam left home this morning.

Almost an hour Nuri was struggling with the cauldron and the pot. His smile widened when his work was presented at the messki dining table when it was still showing at five in the afternoon.

Nuri slammed her body on the sofa. The device that had been vibrating earlier. Some messages from the number without a name.

[Again what?]

[Busy huh?]

[Not answered?]

[I miss U]

Nuri's eyes widened as she read the last sentence. How dare he write such a sentence. Not yet know apparently the taste of ketampol flip-flops. Nuri just cursed in the heart.

Messages are read only without reply. Just ignore it. Let's just say it's a prankster.

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The sun has revealed a golden yellow light. Nuri stared in wonder as her father and mother were still relaxing, there was no preparation to go to the shophouse. So did Adam and Azam who still did not come out of his room.

Both came home almost late.

"To Sari's house, Ma'am," honestly Nuri.

"Ngeluyur. Help mom settle home. Later that night there will be guests" said Ms. Aisyah

Taking a deep breath, Nuri obeyed her mother's orders. Nuri felt her time off had no impression at all. He planned to meet old friends, exchange stories. But everything failed.

"Don't bend his face, neng." Azam who accidentally passed Nuri who was mopping the floor.

"Basar, Mamas is insubordinate" cried Nuri.

"That there is a disobedient child of times" Azam protested.

As she was about to reply to Azam, her mother called. "Nur, buy gas where Tejo's pack. It's the gas." Ms. Aisyah has brought the empty gas out. A very good time to stop by Sari for a while.

"Yes, Mom." While sticking out the tongue to Azam Nuri gave a mop lap to Azam. "Please keep going, Mas, I have a country call."

Gas has been changed. Now it's time for Nuri to come home.

Fortunately, he was on his side. Sari and Tami were on the terrace of Sari's house.

"Assalamualaikum" said Nuri. The two people turned to answer Salm Nuri.

"Goddessalam" the two girls replied.

It turns out that Sari and Tami are preparing a gift ulng year. "For whom?" ask Nuri curious.

"You suck, Nur, whose birthday you don't want."

Nuri tried hard to remember but failed when she heard her posel ringing.

'Mas Azam'

"Assalamualaik." Only greetings that Nuri can say the rest he just listened to every greeting from across the phone there.

His mother had been angry because she had been around for too long.

"I can't remember the head. Go home first, the first lady has nagged." Nuri immediately gasped his motorbike while Sari and Tami were still busy with activities wrapping his card.

Seriate..

Green_tea is back.

Sorry about the story. Utor wants hiatus from this story. Thanks to all of you who have supported Utor.

Oh yes, I forgot, though,

You got a message from Nuri et al. Happy Santri Day yes, for you santri or you who have been santri.

Sorry utor said late. Last time to fall asleep fit again sniffing. (Cursat** ).