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The ukhti 27

"Isn't that it, Ramzi? why are you hugged by a hug so be quiet? Or don't they go out?" muttered the King while continuing to pay attention to the behavior of two lovebirds who were waiting for the red light to turn green on the left side of the road.

When the King stopped mumbling suddenly he remembered something and it seemed like a good thing. The king smiled happily.

"Dedek Sansan, look to the left of the road with a red baet motorbike, isn't that Kyai Bahar's son?" ask the King in a loud voice. Sania who was daydreaming slightly gasped at the question of the King who arrived and was startled.

"What apaan, Bang. Just ngagetin," Sania murmured and as usual, the King just grimily responded.

"That, Deck. Let's see that on the left sidewalk, isn't that Ramzi?" Despite the sprain, Sania also circulated her gaze and looked for the man-appointed figure in front of her.

Instantly Sania's facial expression changed. Of course he was surprised by what he saw. In addition, it coincides with the turn of the red light on the side of the King's road that turns green. Of course as soon as the motor drove, Sania very clearly saw Ramzi being hugged by a woman from behind.

"He doesn't like dating? Basic man," said Sania ketus.

Unfortunately, the King did not listen to Sania's curse. He is too happy because Ramzi is also not as perfect as he thinks and the King's chances of getting Sania are more wide open.

It did not take long, Raja and Sania also arrived at the mosque hall. Before teaching Raja and Rumi, Sania taught the children first.

"This motorbike is placed in my house first yes, Dek, after all my house this decket, later we go home on foot," proposed the King as soon as they get off the motorbike.

"Aren't you waiting at home? deket this?" ask Sania.

"No, I want to see the development of Fatar as well" said the King reasoned.

"Fatar?"

"He was my ponakan, tuh who wore black peci blue cocoa," pointed the King to a group of children who were mengurubutin toy traders.

"Oh, yes it's up to you, I go in first," Sania replied and she passed away leaving behind a crybaby King.

"Jutek pretty, not jutek more beautiful, duh dedek," the King went back on the motorbike and forwarded the motorcycle towards his home and after that, he returned to the mosque hall on foot. For the love of things actually troublesome actually even very fun to do.

"Well, tumben again often here? Nungguin' Fatar?" ask one of the mothers who happened to be his neighbor.

"Yes, ma'am" answered the lying King.

"Tumben Fatar is waiting, usually also leave and go home with my son," said the young mother who is the same age as the King's older brother.

"Not knowing, Mba. I'm just following the request of the nephew, not wrong, right nyenengin ponakan himself?" reply to the King and of course that's just an excuse. He dared to tell the truth that he was waiting for the njai teacher who would teach him. Prestigious dong.

It does not feel like the time to teach children is over. Now Sania cleaned her teaching table and prepared to move to the house of the man who was sitting sweetly in the corner of the room.

"The Juragan! that's the fatar's out, why is it still inside?" yelled the young mother.

"Eh yes, forgot," the King stuttered. He immediately got up and went out.

The young mother's forehead was wrinkled. He felt awkward with the attitude of the Padang. What else before the King came out, Sania was also seen coming out behind the King. And I don't know where the young mother's smile came from.

"Don't don't, Juragan wasn't waiting for Fatar, but waiting for Fatar's teacher, "

At once the young mother stopped the steps of the King and Sania.

"That's, Mba?" ask the King pura. Though he realized that he had been caught in the mode of coming to the mosque hall.

"No, I don't mean anything, I go home first. Juragan, good luck,"

The young mother left the King who was pura surprised and Sania who was really surprised.

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