The Ucup

The Ucup
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"Your duty to others is to be good enough, other people think of you as what it is to be with God."


"Ucup let Dinda and mom take care of this." Mother stood up from the chair and tried to help Dinda.


"Mom should sit down and let Dinda do it all" said Dinda.


"Fiqrie, Ucup and Zai, we'd better get to the family room now." Dad stood up from his chair. The father walked towards the family room.


"Yes dad." The three of them stood up from the chair.


Ucup and Zai had already walked up to the family room.


"The mother Dinda said was right, I'd better sit here." Fiqrie held the mother's hand, then she told the mother to sit on the chair that was behind the mother.


"Yes." Yeah." Mom sat back in her chair.


"Mother and Dinda I want to follow them first." Fiqrie left the kitchen and walked towards the family room.


"Yes brother, my mother lives this holy first yes." Dinda lifted up all the dirty cutlery, she brought it all towards the sink.


They had gathered while sitting on the mat in the family room.


"Where is Fiqrie's work?" ask dad.


"Alhamdulillah all smoothly father," replied Fiqrie.


"Why do you rarely go to this house?" ask Zai.


"Busy Zai" replied Fiqrie.


"That's just an excuse for my brother, say I've married my brother forgot us" said Zai.


"Zai can't say that like Fiqrie." Father who tried to advise Zai.


"Yes the deck is right what dad said," said Ucup.


"It is impossible to forget the family brother, for your brother it is more important than the wife brother." Fiqrie's trying to convince Zai.


"Here are the brothers usually just talking about prayer, we need evidence not just promises," said Zai.


"Is Zai any pr?" Ucup who tries to shift the subject.


"Astoge I have pr." Hearing a question from Ucup then Zai remembered that he had a pr, he patted his nature for forgetting.


"Not an astoge but an astafirallah" Fiqrie said.


"That's what I mean brother." Zai who stood up from his seat.


"Where'd you go Zai?" ask Ucup.


"You play guitar." Zai who walked died them.


"The deck tree must do pr, be careful if not to make pr brother take guitar," said Ucup.


"This I want to make pr, I also do not want to get punished because I do not make pr ama my teacher." Zai stopped walking and turned his head to look at Ucup.


"That's good, there do the prak," said Ucup.


After Zai went to his room they continued chatting.


"Where are you going Ucup?" father looked towards Ucup who was standing from his seat.


"What do you want to drink?" ask Ucup.


"Coffee, but Ucup made the coffee" replied Fiqrie.


"Why do you have to make coffee?"ask dad.


"I miss the coffee made by Ucup dad," replied Fiqrie.


"Well then let me make the coffee, will you too?" ask Ucup.


Arriving in the kitchen Ucup saw Dinda who was washing the cutlery while the mother sat on the chair.


"What are you doing here?" Mother who looks towards Ucup.


"I'm gonna make mom's coffee." Ucup runs towards the plate rack taking the pan.


"Here let me do it." Mother stood up from the chair and she walked over to Ucup.


"No, mom, let me do it." Ucup refused mothers who wanted to make coffee for them.


"Why Ucup?" Mother looks sad.


"Abang Fiqrie wants my coffee made by my mother" said Ucup.


"What if my mother's coffee is made?" ask mother.


"Mom's most delicious homemade coffee but now brother Fiqrie again want coffee made Ucup." Ucup that gives understanding to the mother so that the mother does not feel sad anymore.


Ucup carrying a tray containing three cups of coffee towards the family room. Once in the family room Ucup put a tray containing three cups of coffee in front of the father and Fiqrie. Ucup sits in front of dad and Fiqrie.


They chatted while enjoying a glass of coffee that Ucup had made. After Dinda finished washing the kitchen utensils mother invited Dinda to the family room. Dinda and mom walked towards the family room.


Arriving at the family room the mother and Dinda sat on the mat. Those who looked towards mother and Dinda who were already in the family room.


"Have you finished helping me?" Fiqrie who glanced at Dinda.


"Well, why is it brother?" Dinda looked up at Ucup.


"Udah night we'd better go home now yuk!" Fiqrie takes Dinda home.


"It's best that you stay here tonight" said the father.


"I agree with my brother's father, this is the night is now the season again begal season," said Ucup.


"Dinda's here tonight." Mother looked at Dinda's face so clear that it made Dinda feel unbearable Mother.


"We're staying here tonight." Dinda tries to persuade Fiqrie to stay at Fiqrie's parents' house.


"But where are we going to sleep?" ask Fiqrie.


"Abang and brother can sleep in my room" replied Ucup.


"Where are you sleeping?" ask Fiqrie.


"I slept in Zai's room." replied Ucup.


"Well then tonight we'll stay here deck" Fiqrie said.


"Would you both rest in Ucup's room, I'm already sleepy going to sleep first." Mother who stood on the mat.


"Yes mother, good night we rest first" Fiqrie held Dinda's hand and walked towards Ucup's room.


"Good night too, mom and dad are going to sleep in the room." Mom and Dad walked to the room.


After they left Ucup walked while carrying a tray containing three glasses of used coffee. Ucup walked towards the kitchen, once in the kitchen he put a tray containing a glass on the sink.


Ucup sitting on the terrace of his house, Ucup who used to eat directly smoking because there is Fiqrie, he did not smoke earlier but after they entered the room. Ucup decided to sit on the porch of the house while smoking a cigarette.


After finishing smoking 3 cigarettes, Ucup put back a pack of cigarettes and matches into his pants pocket. Ucup put one by one motor into his house.


After the motorbike was already in the house Ucup washing the door of his house. Walking towards the kitchen, Ucup checked the locked kitchen door. Ucup walked out of the kitchen. Ucup walks through the family room.


Ucup was already at Zai's doorstep.


Toks.....Tock.... Tok


Ucup knocked on Zai's room door, but there was no answer. Ucup holding alley Zai's room door.


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