THE BLESSING OF PICKPOCKETING
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At Putut's house tonight Jhon looked at his sleeping wife. The tired face of his wife because this afternoon Farah even followed an impromptu burning.

Farouq has an idea to make satay for afternoon snacking. Be Farah does not want to stop sate and eat it without ever being satisfied.

'*Ha ha ha our love is funny ya Babe. Started because you're a pickpocket on a premeks train*.'

Putut had just sent a video of Amie starting to talk. Jhon who is still tired because he just got off flying chose to take the train to Jogja.

"Hiks .. hiks,” heard a slow sobbing from the person sitting next to him while ruffling his bag. 

“Why Mbak?” John was confused to see the woman sobbing.

“My wallet is gone, I keep the train ticket in my wallet when I want to take the train. Because I held my phone and helmet, afraid of the ticket falling. It turns out that even my wallet is missing Om,” replied the hijab woman.

“Later to help explain to POLSUS KA, and I paid the fine Mbak,” Jhon gave attention and offered help. He was indeed quickly touched on the difficulties of his fellow men. 

“Thank you Om,” replied the girl while contacting someone on her phone. 

“Njih wa’alaykum Salam Bi. Fara was on Bi's train, and Fara's wallet went missing during a jostle while riding Prameks. Abi tomorrow can help nemani take care of the letters ‘kan?” whining the girl spoiled at someone she called Abi.  

‘*Am I really old called Om, not mas so*?’ inward Jhon then. 

Jhon tried to sleep, quite able to rest for a moment. 

But just going to sleep he felt his arm being nudged.

“Om, no ticket checking,” cetus girl next door. John prepares his ticket and hopes the cash in his wallet is enough to help the girl next to him. 

Jhon rarely carries large amounts of cash in his wallet. Ordinary cash only he needs to buy gasoline or snacks in a small shop that can not pay with a card. 

“Thank you for the help. Can I have a mobile number Om?” ask the girl who just Jhon please.

“For what?” ask Jhon curiously.

“I want to refund Om.” reply this beautiful girl who seems to be of Arab descent and hijab.

“I will give you my mobile number, but until anytime I will not give you an account number to return my money.” replied Jhon.

“Good. Give Om number,” the girl replied after thinking for a bit long. 

“What's your name? And mention your phone number later I miscall,” reply Jhon. Of course he also does not want only the girl who has her mobile number but he does not have the girl number.

“Farahdiba .. 0838 ..” replied the sweet girl in hijab. And Jhon did a miscall on that girl's number.  

“Ya, already logged in, whose Om name?”

John extended his hand to get acquainted. “Pujono.” Farah received the helping hand and they officially became acquainted.

“You to Jogja routine every day or how?” ask Jhon. He saw this girl was young. Maybe Amie's sister's age. 

“I am not too routine, but we and our family always go to Jogja every Friday night until Sunday afternoon. Because my sister was treated in Cangkringan. I tried to get on the train because I was alone all of a sudden. Usually to Jogja by car with father and mother and brother and sister.” unknowingly Jhon talk long enough to a woman. 

“What today mbolos working so can go to Jogja in office hours?” Farah curious.

“My working time is not in accordance with office hours in general.” John did not want to mention what his profession was. After that they immediately separated when the train stopped at Tugu ~ Jogja station, without the impression of wanting to know more.

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Sorenya after satisfied chatting with Amie Jhon will return to Solo. Jhon bought a ticket and immediately entered the platform after having his ticket checked by the guard at the entrance. The train to Solo is ready on line five. He immediately went up and looked for an empty seat. 

Jhon holds his backpack which now contains mango from the courtyard of the house of Mbah Harjo. Not long since John sat down the moving train. ‘*Alhamdulillah I'm not late. If it is late ‘kan wait for the next train long. Can bete me at the station*,’ Inner Jhon. 

Jhon does not memorize the PRAMEKS schedule, because it is very rare to use this mode of electric rail transportation between cities. Before long the train stopped again and many passengers boarded from the next station, Lempuyangan station. 

“Hallo Om Pujono, we meet again,” the crisp voice of a girl greeting Jhon who was chatting with Putro and Ragil. He reported on the development of Amie that he had just seen. 

Jhon furrowed his brows, he was most difficult to remember the person he had just met. What is not profoundly effective. 

Seeing Jhon as confused, the girl gave a hint. “We met this morning. Om helped me pay the ticket fine because my wallet was gone.”

“Oh you. Already done your business in Jogja?” ask Jhon base stale.

“Already Om, Alhamdulillaaaah all smoothly today.” Farah quickly replied. He was happy for the help of Jhon earlier so that he could take care of his grades on campus. 

“Which area do you live in?” ask Jhon base stale. This hijab girl is so sweet in her eyes. Unlike the sexxy flight attendants who every day milling in front of his eyes. 

“Laweyan Om,” reply Farah fast.

“What road? I am in Tangkuban Perahu,” Jhon does not think his new acquaintance one area with his parents' house.

“Sumbing Streets Om,” Reply Farah.

“You dropped off in Purwosari or Solo Race?” Jhon certainly got off at Solo Balapan, because this morning he parked his car there. 

“I'm in Purwosari Om. My bike lived there. Coincidentally my father was waiting there, because the parking card ‘kan was also missing inside the wallet. Let Om me go first and thank you for the help this morning.” Farah is preparing to disembark as the train has entered the Purwosari Solo station area.

“*Ok, see you soon*,” reply Jhon without any intention. Because those words are used to him speaking to his friends and work team when they are separated. 

John hugged his wife's body. There was no smoke or goat smell. Before going to bed, Farah had taken a shower.

I think I should thank the pickpocket. Because of the action I can get a wife. This is what Farah said THE BLESSING OF PICKPOCKETING.

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