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"Let me do it, you get ready, what you need,"

The King's words were so relaxed while biting the feet of fried chicken, and it made all the eyes there look at him in disbelief.

"You think I'm kidding?" the King again. He knew very well, the eyes that were looking at him doubted his offer. What else is the eyes of the woman sitting on her right side. It was certain that in his mind, the King was only joking.

"No believe? Here's your account number?" the king said back while looking towards Sania.

Abdul and Lastri, silent silence interlock lyrics and throw smiles. They really do not believe in the attitude of their son. Aside from his atmosphere, the King never wanted to help women this easily. Once helped, it was ascertained it was due to coercion. Unlike at this time, the King looked sincere when he said he wanted to help Sania.

"No need, no need," Sania replied as she picked up a glass and drank the filling.

"Yes, I'll say it to Abah Mudin" said Raja again as his hand took the fried chicken again.

Sania instantly glared slightly towards the King. He was eager to cuss at the man who seemed indifferent enjoying the wings of a chicken. But he couldn't possibly do it because before them, there were the King's parents and younger brother.

"Udah, accept it, it's okay" said Abdul.

"It's not so, Om. I don't want to have any debt" Sania replied.

"And you have savings, I stay nambahin, consider it I invest capital, we share the results" said the King again. He really must be able to take advantage of the situation in order to stay close to Sania and try to melt her heart.

"I think first," Sania replied and the King agreed.

After the meal together is over and connected with small talk. Sania finally resigned herself.

"Let me deliver" said the King again as soon as they were on the porch of the house.

"No, my motorcycle guy's done, right?" reject Sania.

"I use my own motorbike, let me follow you from behind" said the King as he stepped towards his motorbike. Sania resigned, he immediately went to his bike.

And according to what was said, the King followed Sania from behind. Along the way, a smile never escaped his lips. Even though Sania was still acting thin, but at least Sania was willing to talk a lot with her.

It didn't take long, Sania arrived at her house. The king who followed him only stopped for a moment in the house and then he immediately turned around and said hello to Sania's parents.

"Assalamu'alakum, uh there's Afifa," Sania said as soon as she entered the house, her eyes catching her niece and sister-in-law playing in the living room chair.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, where, San?" ask Yasmin, Sania's sister-in-law.

"Abis from Om abdul's house," Sania replied as she crouched down and kissed her two-year-old niece.

"Obd Abdul's House? Why?" tanya Amar, Sania's older sister who just came out of the living room with a snack setoples.

"Ngajar najai his son," Sania replied briefly without turning her head. He was flirting with his nephew.

"Ngajar naji his son? The King?" asked Amar surprised.

"Yes, same brother," hearing his sister's reply, Amar laughed.

"King what kind of treatment? Tumben asked for tajararin najai?" amar said still with a chuckle. Amar and Raja were schoolmates during Junior High School and High School. Although there was never any quarrel, Amar knew very well how the King was. Amar was furious with the King when he humiliated Sania first. But Amar's anger did not dissolve because he knew the King well enough.

"No idea, Bang. Very nice people. Pengin jitak if deket mah," Sania. His annoyance he smeared to his nephew by peeping the puffed cheek of Afifa deeply.

"From before it could be seneng loh, Dek," ledek Yasmin and Sania just squinted one of his eyes a sign of dislike.

"Are you not feeling that the King likes you, San?" keep Amar.

"Know ah, Bang. People I don't want to date," Sania murmured again.

"Yes, ask the King, propose to dong, immediately marry, date after marriage, wuih steady," Amar ledek again. Sania grew increasingly upset and she soon left Yasmin and Amar, who were stunned by her behavior.

Once inside the room, Sania immediately sat on the dressing chair. With a sullen face, she took off her hijab. His mind glared at the one name that always made him upset every time he saw it. He looked at his own reflection from the mirror.

"King, ighh! why anyway? It's hard to remember you?"

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