Lecturer & Rector
So then...

Anisa's still in the Mother's mansion. Now he is following Mother in the kitchen.

"Anisa lama, Bun, I'm sorry". Said Anisa, then approached Mother who was washing rice.

"No. Mommy just got here". Answer Mother.

"What are we cooking, Bun?". Ask Anisa.

"You try to check the vegetables or if not the cooking ingredients in the refrigerator. Mother just follow you to cook what. Love your cooking". Said Mother.

"Ah Mother is overrated". Answer Anisa. Mother replied with a smile.

"Emm, how good are we to cook, Bun? Anisa's confused". Reciprocity.

"Can you make pizza?". Ask Mommy.

"Can Bun, a little bit". The answer.

"We make it, Father yesterday said the same Mother asked biatin, but Mother has not made it, hehehe". Said Mother.

"Oke bun, we make it do. Later Anisa try to make a companion snack". Answer Anisa. They started to get the manager out. They spent about 2 hours in the kitchen . Why so long. The housekeeping assistant of this mansion did not help them cook, because Mother refused. No wonder they spend so long.

"Huufft, finally so too. Mother's hot again. Want shower". Said Mother.

"Yes Bun, Anisa too". Answer Anisa.

"Mother is curious about your risol. That's risol abroad". Mother

"Hahaha, Anisa doesn't know her name". Chirping Anisa.

"We take a shower first, then wait for Father Farhan in the mosque to pray maghrib. Go home too". Said Mother.

"Anisa's changing clothes again?". Lirih Anisa asked.

"Yeah dong sayanga. No papa, you are free to wear any Husna clothes. Don't worry. Yes, mother to the room first". Mother left Anisa pecking in the kitchen.

"There has not been a day here already give a lot of laundry clothes". Muttered Anisa stepped towards Husna's room.

*Farhan POV

Thank God, I finally came home. It's tired of it. Uh! Wait for. It stinks what, it looks so tempting.

I walked towards the dining room. For what! Who is this food that gives? I really want nyicipin.

"Ngapain sis?". Ask Mother suddenly.

"Tumben mama buy pizza put on a plate, usually it's always wrapped up aja". Ledek. Actually I know if it's homemade. Father said yesterday if you want to eat homemade pizza.

"Ngorgeous. That makes itself know. Take a shower, get ready to pray maghrib". Answer Mother.

"Farhan's wife is home?". I asked with pride.

"Hellittleh. If there are people who are expensive selling support. If gini, proud to have a beautiful wife. He's in your sister's room". Answer Mother.

I fled in front of Mother, and stopped in front of Husna's room. I want to knock this door. How are you, dear? Mas home. Haha. Just shame it first.

THE CLUCK!

The door suddenly opened. Why feet? Why not run away? Ah shit!

"What's wrong?". Ask Anisa wonder. Maybe he was confused as to why I was silent here.

"Eh! Emm, what's up". Be present. What kind of answer is this. Hiish! My mouth cannot be compromised.

"In.inni. want to go to the room. Excuse me". My answer. I ran away from in front of him.

Behind the door I set my breath. Ngos ngosan it feels. How about a room? My heart may be strong.

Think what youu Haaan. Yes Allaaah. I better clean up soon. Maghrib soon.

"Farhan! Come hunt azan, you are very long awaited".

Uh! This ayah. Just bothering my beautiful daydream. But there's no way I'm denying Dad. Hahaha, God willing, I never once refused Dad's request. Even about this match. How could I possibly refuse? My future wife is this perfect. I am so thankful to you, God.

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*Dining Room Still POV Farhan

"Waaah. The food is amazing. You two better list mastercheff". Said Father who had tasted the food that Mother and Anisa had made.

"Males to Jakarta, jammed. In Jombang aja jammed, surely in Jakarta jams are worse". Answer Mother.

I'm yaqin khaqul yaqin. If you are married to my dear cuby will fail the diet. How can I let his homemade food remain. What else if paired with Mother. Ouuhhh, the matching couple mah.

"You don't have any comment, brother?". Ask Mommy.

"No Bun, perfect". My answer is short, solid, clear, satisfying.

We finished dinner. We perform the prayer of Isya. After that Anisa said goodbye to Mother and Father. I was waiting for him in the living room.

"Come mas". Bring along.

I followed. Open the door before opening it yourself. Duuh! Every time he smiled, my heart melted. I hurried to drive the car away from the mansion.

"You wanna stop by the ice cream shop first?". My toot. I want to flirt and test it. Can I have ice cream after dinner.

"Not to cut. I could eat ice cream again. But I take care of Emage with you. I'll be charged tomorrow". The answer. I couldn't help but laugh.

"The genius once turned out. Can read minds. Thankfully, my money hasn't diminished this ma'am". Ledek.

"Look at tomorrow. Prepare a lot of stock". The answer.

"Well. Arrived". My word.

"Almost a mas first?". Ask.

"No, it's late. Not good with neighbors. Greetings to Abi and Umi yes". My answer.

"Create a sister-in-law?". Faisal suddenly appeared.

"Greetings brother, I say goodbye first. Assalamu'alaikum". My pamit. I saw Anisa laughing at my joke with Faisal. I left my future-in-law's house.

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Author Pov's

Anisa enters her house with her sister. Unceasingly Ical mocked Anisa who spent the day with Farhan.

"Where are you going to be the same as the future in-laws?". Abi Ledek.

"ah! Abi mah is the same as Kak Ical. Umiii, Abi same sister Ical naughty tuh". Adu Anisa on Umi and mendusel beside Umi.

"Udah is Bi, Brother, Anisa is tired too". Umi Bela.

They told me about today's incident. Until the night gets late. Finally back to their rooms.

Seriate.....

ANNOUNCEMENT:

***Sorry to the readers, yesterday for 4 days lhu-lhu there is an event that requires not to bring the device. So can't get up yet.

To this day also still gathering energy for crazy ups....

Lhu-lhu is really sorry***....