DESTINY OF JAMILA
25

"Hey Jamila, don't equate everyone. Don't bring ustadz's name!" Cholil stared flat at Mila. Mila's words offended her.

Mila was silent, he who looked down on the lyrics of Cholil whose face still looked flat.

"Night, I'll meet you at home. We'll all talk. No more rejections!" cholil.

"Ta, but sir!"

Mila who was surprised to hear Cholil's remark looked confusedly at the man.

"Fifth how?" he asked slowly, looking cautious.

Cholil's face was suddenly gloomy after Mila mentioned the name.

"Don't make her an excuse to reject my proposal!" said Cholil staring fixed Mila who looks still doubtful. "He wanted me to get off the bed. But, I don't want to. Because I already consider him my own sister. So, Pomegranate is not a barrier to our relationship!"

"Our relationship?" ask Mila with narcissism.

"Whatever, Adek want GR or what's the name. In essence, this brother wants to marry Adek." Cholil. He got off the car. Because they've reached Mila's house. Then the man asked Mila to come down.

"Mr...!"Salsa who had returned to school ran to the mother who was delivered in a luxury car. Who tries not to be happy about it.

"Sales...Does Salsa want another father?" Cholil crouches in front of Salsa and aligns her body with Salsa in Mila's grasp.

"You Om, that's it. If it could be three, Om." Salsa said cheerfully and innocently.

"Three?" ask Mila and Cholil simultaneously.

"Yes ma, three hours. Let someone help us ma!" salsa babble.

Mila was surprised by the words of the princess. He could only glare at both his eyes and mouth.

"Yes ma, three. One father makes money, one father takes cake orders. And one more father washed dishes, washed cloths, cooked and cleaned the house ma!" salsa is serious. Even his hands moved practicing what he said.

"I don't want to see you tired anymore." Salsa said with misty eyes. He was also afraid of the sharp look of his mother.

Cholil actually wanted to laugh. Salsa wants to have a Father 3. But, because his last words were mixed with sobs. The end was washed away in sadness.

He gently rubbed the top of his head Salsa. Salsa is still in Mila's grip.

"Quite a father to be your father and Darel. Dad will do everything. Make money, do the dishes, do the laundry, cook, clean the house and deliver your Mama's cake!" cholil said softly full of passion.

"Huhahh.. Can you do it all?' salsa asked in astonishment. The boy's eyes turned towards Cholil.

Cholil nodded his head slowly. "It can, dear. Even om could be your mama's masseuse!"

"Well.what?" said Mila quickly. His brain immediately traveled to hear Cholil's words.

Cholil gave a smile looking at Mila who was now blushing in embarrassment.

"I am a widower and you are a widow. We both know and understand!" cholil said still holding back a laugh.

"Basic boys!'" sumpat Mila stared wryly at Cholil who was still that knotty smile.

"Horay... Ho re's... Ho re's... I'm not tired anymore to massage Mama's back, tired of cooking cakes. Asked again for a mama massage. Now there's an om who's gonna massage mama!" salsa shouted with her spirit

"If your mama used to be tired of cooking cakes. Another week must be tired of stirring the dough!"

"Sir..!" Mila protest fast. It is taboo to talk about that.

"Hehehbe's... Ho re...!" cholil said with his spirit, extending his hand to Salsa. And they are tos.

"Astaghfirullah. ..!" mila said while shaking strongly. He did not expect Cholil was a crowd. But, if at work very firm and cool.

"Hehehe..!" Cholil laughed satisfied. He sambar Salsa from Mila's grasp. He also carried the child into the house which was followed by Mila