7 Chapter 8

I work as usual. My days are calm, peaceful and fun. Mirza no longer disturbed my life. The book review task is complete. When I finished I arranged to not be sown. A faithful laptop on the side I plugged in. After the internet connection I joined facebook. Email and password, I entered. A minute is waiting, my facebook account is on the screen. There is a request to be a friend. The first of Mirza Marzuki. And the second from Hady Herman.

"Nia, have you checked your facebook account?" Tanya Fitrah.

"Waalaikummussalam. i'm log in right now. Why? Got a hot story to? "

"There is. Hehe. Mirza chat with me last night. She asked why you not confirmed to be friend with him. "Fitrah's story without asking me.

"Emm, what says you?"

"Well, I told you you were busy with the student."

"Weird? Why? "

I was amazed.

"Mirza knows your schedule. Did you tell him your schedule? "

I shook my head."I am obliged to confirm him to be my friend?" I asked.

I got the nod from Fitrah.

Without a valid story by press button. Both requests were approved to be a friend.

"Oh, before I forgot. Mirza's brother sends greetings. Marha've uploaded a picture of him. Do not look at it. But many of your pictures. "Fitrah said before leaving me.

Being complacent view wedding photographs and wedding Marha Humairah, chat rooms by sound means there are friends who want to chat with me. Mirza name plastered.

" Assalamualaikum. Nia healthy? Busy not?"

"Waalaikumussalam. Thank God. Not busy. Brother Mirza?"

"Busy but a quick break. The head was swirling in the paperwork."

"Why are there many pictures of Nia? When did Brother Mirza click? Must be Marha angry, as her image is not much."

"There is. Nia did not notice. Shut down flash. Marha was not angry just angry."

"Picture in that room, when did you click? Time is you not in there?"

"I asked my cousin to clik your photo."

"Okay, keep im touch next time. i have to teach right now."

"Tonight can we continue to chat?. PLEASE. Can you?"

"Not a promise. If tired, i'm sleep early. i have a class on Sunday morning at 8 am."

"Okay."

I teach as usual. Discuss and identify the weakness of my students. Subject Mathematics most of my students did not like it. It is important to note the alphabets and some formulas to get answers. Wrong answer formula zero score.

Upon completion of the class, my phone rang. The super junior "oppa" song rang loud.

"Yes, mother. Just finished class? "I replied

"Back early yer. Back home. There is a feast. "Puan Azida's message

"Okay." My reply. I pack my bag and compile the book to take home.

At exactly 6 PM I arrived home. Continue to take a bath and prayer. After everything is ready, my father drive to the birthplace of my mother, Sungai Buluh, Jeram. Third Mother just held her fourth grandson's haircut razor. The clock on the wall showed at 11.30 pm.

Me and my mother are still washing the cookware used. When finished, we asked ourselves to go home.

"Be careful. Nia, slow-slow drive the car." Third Mother, Mrs. Azian order.

"Okay, Third mom. Soon later i called. Assalamulaikum. "

The journey to home takes 1 hour. As soon as I got home I kept sending short massege to my cousin.

Entering the room, I keep going down the bed.