Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 11
After work, Gandhi told her the happy news. He also wanted to celebrate his ascension by inviting his sisters to dinner outside.
"Gan, you should not have your money saved. You too will live a family. Don't be too ponya-foya" Mother's message disagrees with Gandhi's idea.
"It's okay, Bun. Gandhi would not run out of money in an instant, just because he took his brothers out for the night. Looky, Bun. They look very happy" Gandhi said, touching both of her shoulders.
Mother Hanin also smiled, "May the more smoothly your nutrition, dear. Remember, do not be arrogant and do not arbitrarily with a new position. Stay humble and kind with your subordinates later," he said sincerely stroking Gandhi's cheek.
"Aamiinu. Surely mother, all did not escape the Mother's prayer as well," replied Gandhi and tightly embraced the woman who had raised him.
The night started to say hello. The entire middle-aged home population is getting ready to wear their best clothes for dinner outside.
Two online taxi cars are neatly lined up in front of the residence. Prepare to take them to a place that has been reserved by Gandhi.
"Yeeeeeeaaayy!" All the children cheered scattering into the courtyard.
"Don't run, slow down," said Gandhi, who was ignored by them because he was so happy.
"Mas! Mas! Come along" whined a round-eyed girl tugging at Gandhi's shirt.
The man lowered his head, he immediately grabbed the child in his carry. "Uuurrggh Intan, darling the heavier you are," he said while kissing the cheek of the padlocked Intan.
The 3-year-old was laughing giggling with foresight. Gandhi, who loved children very much, was warm to all his younger brothers. Especially the youngest, Intan. The little girl always clung to Gandhi when he was at home.
"Sisters, if it does not fit here the same Mas," said Gandhi walked to the other car. He opened the door and some of the children went in.
Mother followed after locking the door while tidying up the hijab she was wearing. Then we went with Gandhi.
"It's already pesen table number 14 yes. Enough for us to ...." Gandhi seemed to be counting his members.
"A lot of it, Mas. Haha," continued Santi laughing.
"Yes, a lot, let's go in," Gandhi replied laughing.
They entered the restaurant, Intan was still loyal in Gandhi's arms. The little girl wrapped her legs around Gandhi's waist, with her arms around the man's neck.
Gandhi led the way, showing the place of his reservation. He walked while joking until he accidentally hit someone.
"Ah, sorry! Pardon me! Forgive me," said Gandhi slightly bowed.
"Hmmm!" Deheman was the only reply from that guy.
Gandhi raised his head. His gaze met with a sharp glittering bead belonging to the middle-aged man dressed in a neat suit before him.
'He ..' Gandhi's mind was astonished by what he saw.
The two men's views clashed with each other. Gandhi did not even blink looking at the eyes of the male eagle before him. He smiled as he nodded, "Once again forgive me, sir. Excuse me," said Gandhi.
The old man seemed to be unmoved, as if he was trying to remember. But the voice of the assistant broke his daydream and made him step out again.
"Who is that, Gan? You knew her?" ask the Mother who saw Gandhi's interaction with the person.
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