AISHA
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After returning from the Mall, Genta immediately poured his body while staring at the photo he found earlier, he smiled happily he finally got a photo together with his girl. Can he take it that way?

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

“Log in!”

“Night baby? Where did you get out of when you just came home?” asked the woman in her gentle tone, she sat down and smiled, “I've found my soul mate mom.”

“Really? Who's the girl?”

“You've seen it often mom.” Wrinkles on the forehead out make Genta smile. “on television. Aisyah, the girl who plays the drama and model of tteokbeokki chessee who became a favorite mom.”

“Really? That girl, who will be my son-in-law's candidate? Mom could finally feel this. When are you going to propose to her?”

Genta sighed until a heavy voice made the two turn their heads, “Who proposed to whom?” ask her daddy in a cold tone. “Honey here, we will both soon have a son-in-law of Genta, your son this.”

“Really? Who is the unlucky girl?”

“Kok less lucky anyway dad?” mommy protest instantly replyed, “how not? Your son is still in a dark neighborhood following in his grandfather's footsteps. The old man is indeed a bitch.”

“Dad, he's your father, don't be so to him. Your daddy's right, son, when are you going to get out of your dark world?” tanya mommy makes Genta look at both his parents and take a breath, “i already out of that world dad, mom, and grandpa also already know. I am currently filling my activities with studying

teaching and as long as you know I have converted to Islam following the mom family. So just relax.”

“Really? Thank God mom is happy to hear it.”

“Dad is also happy to hear that, you should focus on that science not because of him but because of Allah.”

“I understand dad, you take it easy I got into this religion because God is not because of him. Hearing people teach me I get goosebumps then therefore want to feel it.”

“Good then, then you rest mom and dad want to sleep also with a happy feeling. Turns out our only son is still normal.” Said Mom makes Genta glare while Dad laughs at his wife. “Good night son.”

“Good night too mom, dad.”

Genta stepped into the bathroom and immediately refreshed his body and then he came out wearing long pants without a shirt. Letting the upper body plastered just like that then lay down his body with a smile looking at the sky. “Happy sweet girl sweet dream, Aisyahku or Humairahku? Hihi, I can't wait for him.”

Elsewhere, he was fighting with two brothers with his father. Bang Fariz and bang Izak are in a debate with the father who is seen to be defeated against the two men. They argue about the job his father is sheltering, they hear that his father was slandered and accused of taking a blind salary and they

“Why do you stay silent in slander and accused like that until you get fired with unfair treatment?” said bang fariz while bang Izak look furious, “dad is okay son, you guys don't worry dad now is not working so dad will accompany your mother so as not to be alone at home.”

“Not that's the problem dad.”

“Dad why not defend yourself? I don't remember the daughter of the father of a famous person she'll be affected by the person who hurt you well.” Dad was silent for a moment he began to remember his little daughter entering the entertainment world.

“Dad forgot about it.”

“Huh.. Let this

so Izak's business, father and brother need not worry.” He said and stood up

he left the two men to his room while he could only breathe

weary. Bang Fariz immediately told dad to rest. “dad sleep, please,

you must be so tired.”

“Alright, dad went to the room first following your bundle.”

Aisyah came out of her room using her piayama and stepped into the kitchen then sat next to Fariz's brother. “there is a problem what bang?”

“You will know it tomorrow morning.”

“Sleep, it's night.”

Aisyah nodded, then kissed her brother's cheek, “good rest brother.”

“Ya, sweet sister's sweet dream.”

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