LOVE EXAM (My Uncle Jones )

LOVE EXAM (My Uncle Jones )
12. Papa happy birthday.


"Later also Uncle know who." still focus on the phone.


"Kok busy reply chat from earlier, the same who is the handsome guy so forgotten."


"Mama's Uncle's sister."


"Ouwhhh." Jones parked the car on the ground floor of the JZ tv building.


"Duh. ngak realized already until hehehe."


"You're so, no one realized there's a handsome guy around always in the wine."


"Hahhh who is Uncle."


"Auu ahhh dark."


"Love the current lights if there's no Uncle flashlight." Shafa's little laugh.


Jones opened the door for Shafa, the beautiful girl came out looking left right because she was still busy with a flat object in her hand.


Bruck.. Shafa slams into Jones' midwife's chest, making the grown man grin with satisfaction, he deliberately stands in front of Shafa for the girl to run him over.


"Astagfirullah sorry Uncle." Shafa retreated a few steps back until he stuck to the wall of the car.


Shafa becomes nervous about accidentally coming into contact with Jones, if Jones could see Shafa's blushing face maybe Jones would have a big head.


"Why are you back, your face hurts." asked Jones anxiously.


"Ng. ngak Uncle, sorry.."


"It's .what, just your head won't hurt me." Jones smiled.


Shafa was still down.


"Let's see that someone." Still curious.


"Yes Uncle." Shafa walked to the elevator on the way down to Jones, not long after which they arrived on the sixteen floor where Shafa and mama and the others made the appointment.


"Well..why are you here, so bodyguard?." joked Robby.


"So the future husband." Joneses.


"Sad.. dreams soar."


"From the dreams pursued to be real."


"Prettt, let's get there where we are, and remember don't fight don't tell me Shafa and the others are here."


Robby pulled Jones' hand into one room, where Johan sat, who appeared to be talking to several people, Shafa and Zahra, and the children were already in one of the other rooms, they are ready to be ready for something that will make someone touched.


"Sorry sir, we'll start the show" a producer told Johan.


"Well, my time isn't much."


"Well sir." the producer coded the crew to start the show.


Cameras one, two, three and from several sides are already active, The reality show broadcast live in one of Zahra's television studios has now been opened by two famous female and male hosts.


They were the hosts of the up-and-coming show at the time, it invited successful personalities and was often news both on television and on other social media.


Initially Johan did not want to be present at the event as a guest star, but because the theme at that time was the story of his success in the business world with a decent level of wealth from other entrepreneurs, Johan was forced to accept and want because Zahra also asked for his participation, then willingly Johan obedient and willing to join the show on the television station owned by his family.


And Johan was chosen to share information and experiences as a way to become a successful entrepreneur like himself with the intention to provide motivation to young parents and society in general.


"Sorry sir, you are a successful entrepreneur having everything that no one else in general has, but there are still expectations of you that are not delivered." asked the female host with a seductive smile.


The woman's eyes were never separated from Johan, Johan knew the meaning of the woman's eyes but he did not care, johan's cold and indifferent attitude made people more cautious in talking to her.


"Nothing else I want, all this time I've been banging for the woman of my dreams and hoping she'll be mine, and that's been accomplished."


"Can you share about the master's personal story." asked the heart-hearted male host.


Johan stared at the man sharply, fortunately the camera was zooming and pointed at the host so that his upset face was not visible on the live television screen, but even so he did not want to be considered unprofessional he finally told a story.


"Since I was a teenager only one woman has managed to make me fall in love and crazy about her, she's my first love and my last love, she's my last love, although it was very difficult at first to get her but finally after eighteen years I was able to be with her, now she is my woman my wife has given me infinite happiness with the presence of our son, our daughter, complete is my happiness."


Johan told a short story about his love that was watched by thousands of people throughout the country, the live show was also watched by Zahra and her children elsewhere but still inside the same building and the same floor.


Zahra was moved to hear her husband's words that regret attacked her heart when she remembered the cold and indifferent treatment she had done to her husband.


Zahra's tears slid unstoppably, but her small hand wiped away the tears, Shafa hugged the mother on the other end.


Although the Azka and Wu brothers did not know the meaning of the word papa, but they could see the tears of the mother were happy tears because there was a smile on the lips of women


that beautiful.


"Mama must be very happy also with my father, papa very good man ma, we also love papa." Shafa shed tears that just came out on his cheeks, he was also very moved to hear the words of Johan who loved his mother so much.


Eighteen years is not a short time to unite Johan's love with Zahra but because of the sincerity of Johan ahirnya can be together.


Jones knows Johan's love struggle even though it is not detailed and only the outline, he who saw the event live from the bleachers just smiled knot.


"That's your love struggle boss sir, now it's my turn to fight for your daughter." muttered Jones with a big smile, yet someone could hear the word.


"Amin." Jones knows Robby is praying sincerely for her, despite not supporting the light of the tension but at least Robby no longer prevents her from approaching Shafa.


"Fortunately Mr. Johan's wife, already richly handsome and love dead again, but the time is not tempted by my charm anyway, huhh he must be very hypocritical, he was very hypocritical, it's just her speech don't be out there stash him." Inner host with that sexy outfit.


"So your attitude Jessi, you're dealing with isn't an ordinary person, or you're about to lose your job" whispered the male host to the woman, during a minute break of commercials.


Johan sat stiffly, accompanied by a producer they seemed to talk for a moment about the improvement of the television station which is now under the control of Zahra, but still under the supervision of Johan.


The event began with the presence of Johan's other business friends, friends, relatives and even Zahra's adoptive brother.


Hengky, hasan and salman were there, they sat talking under the guidance of an experienced host, the atmosphere that had been stiff became more melted with Hasan who liked to joke.


While busy talking until the music sounded a little loud to make everyone look for the origin of the sound, let alone Johan and his older brother Both hosts also confused.


"What is this." she asked through an eye gesture toward the cameraman.


The cameraman shrugged the sign of not understanding, but suddenly arrived a wall made of boards or the like that serves as a barrier moving on its own.


Johan was flabbergasted to see who was behind the wall, Zahra was sitting on a bar stool-like chair as a vocalist, Shafa on the keyboard, Azka on melody guitar, Zay on bass guitar, Zaf drum, and so on, Zaig on two melody guitars, Zee on violin one, Zaq on violin two boys look harmonious with a couple shirt with his father.


The girl with her mother, it turns out that when they went to the mall they were looking for a couple shirt, when Johan was about to leave, Zahra asked Johan to wear a fine silk batik suit with the same motif as him and his two daughters, Mommy and Daddy.


🎢 I can only say dear


don't stay me..


I can only say, baby


take care of your heart for me..


There is no love as beautiful as you


Stay by my side ..


I hope you can accept me with


what is.



I really can't if ....


(Up to completion ) current song said 😁.


Johan was still stunned sitting in his position while big brother Zahra stood up while clapping with the host, a happy face emanated clearly there.


All the spectators present also applauded when the song sung by Madam Wu was finished.


Jones stared in amazement at Shafa who was adept at playing the keyboard, his fingers looking agile pressing the tujt of the instrument as the cameraman zoomed towards Shafa earlier.


After the song that wowed the audience and everyone ended, Zahra and her children left the place where they were playing music and singing, their steps towards Johan as Janeet simultaneously exits the other door with Mommy, Daddy, Maili and her other foster sister.


Janeet who has not been fluent in speaking instead sang with a miceropon in her hand, although the way of pronunciation is not yet clear but people can understand that the toddler was singing happy birthday song for the father, while Mommy pushes a medium-size tumpeng placed on the trolley.


Happy birthday to you


Happy biryhday to you


Everyone sang the same as walking towards Johan, the man looked down at the corner of the manta and there was clear water stuck there, he did not expect at the age of thirty-six years to get a surprise party from the people he loved.


Feeling haru and happy on the faces of their faces as a family, Zahra approached Johan who had stood up because Hengky woke up.


"Barakallah fii umrik my husband, my son's father all the best prayers for you" said Zahra grabbed Johan's hand and kissed the back of her husband's hand.


Johan pulled the little body of his wife and then he hugged her very tightly, his body trembled withstanding the happy turmoil in his heart, then he kissed the wife's forehead.


"Thank you dear, Koko is very happy." Johan hugged Zahra again, after his son.


"Happy birthday pappa access." Janeet hugged her papa's neck and then kissed her papa's left cheek.


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