Italicized Before 24 Hours
DON'T TRUST YOURSELF FIRST

In agreement with Diego, Sarah makes an excuse that she won't come to Diego's house. Fortunately today there is a free medical event in the village which is fronted by children of cadet coral who work with health graduates from the village. So Sarah had a very good reason.

There are doctors, nurses, midwives as well as those who are still studying health at the get-together. They were flattened natives there. Only a few are from other areas but willingly follow along.

"Have you been in it since?" Ask Diego who's in one car with Shaila. They're on their way to Diego's house.

"Don't have to talk?"

"Huft, it doesn't have to be. But your mouth isn't tired of being quiet?"

Shaila smiled hearing that. "Not kabalik? Isn't it just that talking keeps making my mouth tired?"

"Lo change now?"

"What is a power ranger, or ultraman, that can change?"

"Lo is more reserved. Because of Asep. He told you to keep your distance from me?"

"Not to be so happy."

"Certain why? the initial feeling we met, you are not this quiet. But now you are very diem. Especially if there's Asep."

"Feel the feeling a few times." Shaila answered while looking at the window.

"What cooking?"

Diego's car continued to drive until it entered a luxury residential area. Shaila's feelings began to unsettle. She's feeling nervous. This is the first time he's come to a guy's house.

When the car entered Diego's gate. Shaila felt her heart beating. His hands were sweating coldly. Up to several times, he crept up the midi dress he wore.

Last night, he could not sleep thinking about what outfit he would wear today. He doesn't have a lot of clothes. And average is just cheap clothes that he bought online or in the market.

The best shirt was Nara's gift at the time. But she was already wearing the shirt during a seven-monthly event that happened to meet Diego and his mother. If he wears it again, it can be thought that he only has that shirt.

Finally, the choice falls on a midi dress combined with leging and pashmina.

"Not be so tense." Said Diego while holding back a laugh as he looked at Shaila's pale face. "Yuk down." He took off his seatbelt and went straight down.

While Shaila, so nervous, she had trouble opening the seatbelt. Diego opens the door for her.

"Will I open the door?" Ledeknya while grinning small.

"Paan. The seatbelt guy's stuck." After successfully removing it, Shaila immediately got out of the car.

"The car's as good as this seatbelt jammed. Only times you can't open."

Shaila immediately glared at the guy. I was nervous, even matedekin, make sprains only.

"Joking, don't look at me. Scared me, serem."

"Huf." Shaila took a rough breath and straightened her hijab.

"Well beautiful, come on in." Diego was about to hold Shaila's hand but was hurriedly pushed aside by the girl.

"Not muhrim."

"So I want to take it to KUA to be muhrim." Tempt Diego as he immediately stepped towards the entrance. Afraid she's glared again.

Shaila stepped up to follow Diego. Honestly, this is the most luxurious house Shaila has ever entered. This house is more luxurious than Nara's house.

"Eh. mamah's prospective mantu has come." Mama Eva's new greeting came from inside. He walked up to them and immediately hugged Shaila and then cipika cipiki.

"How are you, baby? Seneng deh auntie, you want to play here."

"Alhamdulillah good Tente. Auntie how are you?"

"Auntie is always good. As long as he doesn't do it." Mama Eva answered while giving a sharp glance towards Diego.

"Oh my God, when did I do it?"

"When did you say? I forgot when I was so often." Omel mama Eva's.

Shaila closed her mouth to hold back the laughter.

"Let's go in, mama meet Diego's dad and his sister."

Mama Eva immediately took Shaila's arm to the living room. It looks like her husband and youngest child are playing a game.

"Hallo, my mother's favorite. I know there's a pretty girl playing at home."

Papa Dion and Damar who were busy playing the game did not respond at all. It was like not hearing Eva's mother's voice. Feeling neglected, mama Eva moves as fast as lightning to turn off the TV.

"MAMA!" Shouted papa Dion and Damar compact.

"Campus." Diego sneers while laughing. Happy with the suffering of these two.

"What did mom say?" Papa Dion asked Damar. While Damar, casually just put his shoulders. They don't hear anything. Focusing too much on the game.

"There's a guest." Said Mama Eva while glaring furiously.

"Guests? Where's?"

"Assalamualaikum om, deck." Shaila.

"Waalaikum salam." Papa and Damar answered while looking back. The two looked at each other questioningly after seeing the appearance of the guest from top to bottom. But a few moments later they stood up and approached Shaila.

"Sorry, I don't know if there are any guests. I'm Dion, Diego's papa." Papa Dion reached out his hand.

"Sheila." Shaila kisses papa Dion's hand.

"This is Diego's brother, his name is Damar." Papa Dion pulled Damar's arm forward a little.

Damar, a 9-year-old little boy who soon ascended 4th grade Elementary School reached out to Shaila. Smiling, Shaila immediately shook her hand.

Mama Eva approached them and immediately grabbed Shaila's arm.

"Yes, dear. We are chalked to prepare the materials. Chef Roger is coming soon."

"Excuse me." Pamit Shaila as her arm is pulled away by Eva's mama.

"Your boyfriend Go?" Ask papa when the two women have entered the kitchen.

"Get."

"Where's meet? tumben bener."

"Oh my God, that's how you say it." Diego said while dropping his body weight on the fur carpet in front of the TV.

"That's Anna, how are you?" Papa Dion sits next to Diego.

"Neck." Answer Diego origin.

"Bah, play again yuk." Rengek Damar who was not satisfied playing the game.

"Hey bocil, there you help mama cook. He says you want to be a chef." Diego Sahut.

"Not so. I want to be a drummer."

"Cita chant lo why gonta replace mulu. Yesterday, I wanted to be a minister, keep changing the police, the chef, now the drummer. Long time so lickhead lo." Diego Lips.

"Papa became a rich lizard. The important thing is not to be a bad boy like brother. wlekkkk." Reply Damar while sticking out his tongue and run away.

"Ash." Diego yelled as he threw a pillow at his sister.

Papa Dion is just a ringing bell. Even though they are different ages, but every time they meet, they always fight. It's even weird if they seem to get along. The house feels empty.

"I think you like that girl, what was her name?"

"Sheila."

"Oh yes Shaila." Papa mangosteen mangosteen.

"Mama's taste is that model. Moreover, the hobby is the same, namely cooking. I'm more pleased with Mama." Bright Diego.

"Where was Diego's choice this time? According to Diego, this is reward. She is the kind of dream wife. Beautiful yes, sholehah yes, pinter cook yes. That way, his son is quiet, not like a mama, nyerocos mulu."

PLAQUES

"Oh." Diego grimaced as a clap landed on his head.

"You're being a bad boy and your mama. That's what he's been treating you since you were a kid. Although she did not give birth to you, she loved you like her own child. Have you ever felt different from Damar?"

"Father, baperan really. People are just kidding."

"But if you think yes. Your mother used to be quiet before marriage. He didn't even dare look me in the eyes. Really, do not dare to argue any talk papa. But as time goes on, why become more chatty. Don't not all women like that?"

"No, Diego sure Shaila wasn't like that. She'll definitely be a submissive wife. Not much protest, not a fuss."

"Don't trust yourself yet."

"If this is the case, Diego is sure Pah. He won't be a fuss."

"That's not what papa meant."

"Then?"

"Don't be confident she wants to be your wife. Haha.. "

Diego could only endure the annoyance. Wanting to be angry and cursing, afraid of being branded as an ungodly child. But even more afraid, the pocket money is blocked. Even if he has his own income from endorsements, but money from his father is very dear if lost.