After Marriage
CHAPTER 153 - Don't Make it Hard

Alana, get down in front of the gate of her house from inside the car

Sisil and Akbar.

He was still standing there watching his best friend's car start to drift away. And when he was no longer seen, Alana was still faithfully standing there.

Not directly into the house, Alana instead looked up, staring at the Altar house.

Hoping if he could just briefly see the altar's annoying face.

If it was like this, he felt that something was stuck in his heart and it was really uncomfortable.

Long enough to stand there, and there is no sign that the Altar will come out.

With her weak steps, Alana was forced into her own home.

With his face bent, he approached his father and mother who were sitting in the middle room.

Sitting with the mother leaning against her father's chest, watching television.

Alana sat on one of the couches with her blank look.

"Why you?" ask Kiran, astonished.

Usually, this other child is very noisy. One mouth of Alana, just like one market.

Alana answered nothing, she breathed heavily.

He made his mother and father look at each other.

"Al, why are you, son?" ask Aslan anyway, who started to open the sound.

Hearing the father speak, Alana raised her bowed face and began to look at the father.

"Don't know Well, I'm sad, but don't know what caused it" Alana replied, honestly. And Kiran immediately laughed out loud.

Her husband had to pinch his wife's stomach so that her laughter subsided.

But Kiran's laughter didn't really subside, replaced with restrained rarity.

"Puber," Kiran whispered to her husband, and Aslan just nodded her head.

"Today's your grades bad?" ask Aslan, start investigating.

Slowly, Alana shook her head. Today it's 98, not a bad grade.

"Did you fight with Sisil?" guess Kiran, and again Alana shook her head, slowly.

"You fought with the Altar?" Aslan guessed.

Aslan and Kiran then stared fixedly at the child who did not shake his head nor did he nod, only his breathing sounded heavy.

Seeing that, Aslan and Kiran then looked at each other, then both gave a smile.

"Al, quickly change your clothes and eat, after that between meals for Wid's mother, the mother had made porridge for Wid's mother, but had not been delivered," Kiran said, a little lie.

Actually, this morning Kiran had also delivered the porridge. He was just looking for an excuse so that his son could go to the house next door.

And hearing the mother's offer, Alana's face immediately turned enthusiastic.

The old man disappeared somewhere.

"Yes Ma'am," replied Alana, obediently.

He even got up straight from his seat and immediately went up to the 2nd floor, headed for his room, changed his clothes and had lunch.

"Where's Ma'am, the porridge?" asked Alana, who immediately rushed to meet the mother in the middle room. Still chatting with the husband of the family room.

"We prepare it ourselves yes, the porridge is still on the stove, warm it for a while and then put it in the tuperwaer."

Without much arguing and complaining as usual, Alana immediately rushed to obey the mother's orders.

Kiran and Aslan looked at each other again and chuckled softly.

"Yes, thank God" Kiran continued later.

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Carrying a box of tuperwear in her hand, Alana walked hurriedly towards the Altar house.

He was so excited to get to his best friend's house.

Repeatedly pressed the bell of the house and it finally opened.

The altar, which opened it.

"What's wrong?" ask the Altar, cold.

Until Alana's smile that developed, receded instantly. Namin his heart was relieved, when he heard the cold voice of the Altar.

"Mother asked me to drop this off," replied Alana, raising one hand carrying a tuperwear.

And when the Altar wanted to take that, Alana pulled it away.

"Mom asked me to serve it directly to Wid's mother" Kiran said.

Until making the Altar sigh, heavy.

Without offering Alana to enter, the Altar immediately passed from there and left the door open.

Without delay, Alana immediately entered the house. Looking for Widya's mother's whereabouts. Until he saw the mother and the second father were in the middle room.

The altar, too, sat there.

"Mother Wid," greeted Alana enthusiastically, with her smile that expanded widely.

"Darling, are you here, son?" widya replied, he spread out one hand asking alana to come closer.

The girl who was called immediately sat beside him.

"Mother asked me to give this porridge to Wid's mother," said alana, as is.

"Mother wait here, I'll put it in the bowl" Alana said.

He rose from his seat and forced the Altar to follow him.

The altar that did not want any commotion could only obey, following Alana's footsteps.

Widya and Agung who saw the two just smiled gratefully.

They were very happy, knowing that the Altar and Alana were getting closer. It is certain that it will not be difficult for them to get married.

Arriving at the kitchen, the Altar immediately pulled his hand out of Alana's hand.

"What do you want?" hardik Altar, direct.

Until Alana makes back to thaw.

"Why are you avoiding me today, instead of us agreeing not to inhabit each other?" alana asked anyway, demanding.

And the Altar, again breathed heavily. She was really confused as to what Alana really wanted.

One day he said he wanted them to call off this match. A day later Alana asks him to be closer, to have a relationship. The next day, he even showed his closeness to akbar.

Altar, really don't have much time to understand it all.

"What do you really want? you want me to cancel our match?" guess the Altar, to make Alana jerk.

Very precise guess about the core.

But Alana just really does not like to hear it, suddenly her heart is tight, feels squeezed.

"Don't make things difficult, if you want me to cancel it, just say so, I'll call off the match. I will tell my father and mother as well to Kiran's mother and Aslan's father" the Altar said, without hesitation.