GORESAN PENA

Once upon a time, in a village. Live someone who is faithless to her mother. She doesn’t care about her mother condition who was sick. Because she is too busy with her twitter and facebook. But, will she realize it someday later..? If you want to know please check into TKP !!

Mother          : uhuk-uhuk,  nah nah !!

Qonah            : don’t call me Marqonah mom

Mother          : but it’s your name

Qonah            : but it’s bad mom

Mother          : but we spent many “gabin” for your tasmiyah

Qonah            : what..? just gabin mom..?

Mother          : yes, because we don’t have much money

Qonah            : Oh no, it’s so bad mom

Mother          : nah, you should be grateful

Qonah            : but I’m shy mom

Mother          : shy..? with whom..?

Qonah            : with my friends on facebook

Mother          : it doesn’t matter, nah

Qonah            : no, I’m shy mom

Mother          : nah, it’s the best name for you

Qonah            : the best..?

Mother          : yes nah

Qonah            : it’s not cool mom

Mother          : astagfirullah

Qonah            : I want my name is pretty sinta or Britney spears

Mother          : but it’s not better than your name

(while they are talking, ustadzah comes to their house, she wants to medicate qonah’s mom)

Ustadzah      : assalamu’alaikum

Mother          : wa’alaikumsalam, ustadzah please come in

Ustadzah      : thank you, hai marqonah

Marqonah    : don’t call me marqonah, ustadzah

Ustadzah      : why..?

Qonah            : call me Anjeli

Mother          : ehm ehm nah, take some drink for ustadzah

Qonah            : I can’t, I’m busy mom (she goes away)

Mother          : forgive her, ustadzah

Ustadzah      : never mind, btw what happened..?

Mother          : she doesn’t like her name

Ustadzah      : astagfirullah

Mother          : she wants actress’ name

Ustadzah      : you don’t need to think it

Mother          : I am sad

Ustadzah      : be patient !!

Mother          : yes ustadzah

Ustadzah      : let’s medicate you inside

(in another place qonah meets with her  friend)

Suketi             : hai qonah

Qonah            : hai suketi

Suketi             : you looks sad, why..?

Qonah            : never mind

Suketi             : nah, I have a good news

Qonah            ; what..?

Suketi             : I make a friend with justin beiber on facebook

Qonah            : sure..?

Suketi             : I’m sure

Qonah            : how can it be..?

Suketi             : it’s because I rename my facebook account

Qonah            : what do you mean..?

Suketi             : I rename my account with “Eti siicantikcemungut eyaeya”

Qonah            : hah..?

Suketi             : yes, justin beiber say “he likes the name”

Qonah            : sure..?

Suketi             : of course, and she says I’m beautiful

Qonah            : wow

Suketi             : you must do what I do too

Qonah            : oya, how..?

Suketi             : I will find you a good name

Qonah            : it’s good idea

Suketi             : what if “ana cenenk celaluu cepanjang hari”

Qonah            : wow amazing !

Suketi             : you must rename your account now

Qonah            : but I can’t do that

Suketi             : it’s easy, give me your phone

Qonah            : ok

Suketi             : OMG, Kwang min has add you, wow Vino Bastian and now Christiano Ronaldo,

Qonah            : sure..?

Suketi             : of course, look at this

(while they are busy on their facebook, ustadzah comes in hurry)

Ustadzah      : qonah qonah !!

Qonah            : what’s up..?

Ustadzah      : your mom, your mom is dying

Qonah            : what..?

Suketi             : let’s go to your house right now

(when they got home)

Qonah            : mom, what happened with you..?

Mother          : I’m ok nah

Ustadzah      : nah, you may not be shy with your name, because it’s the best name from your mother

Qonah            : mom, forgive me

Mother          : I forgive you, nah

Qonah            : I regret L

Ustadzah      : Alhamdulillah

Suketi             : nah, what about your facebook..?

Qonah            : I don’t need it anymore

Suketi             : ok, I will take your facebook

Ustadzah      : suketi, close your mouth !!

(her mother can’t bear it anymore and finally, she passed away)

Qonah            : mom . . mom

Ustadzah      : innalillah