
Kinan also tried to divert the conversation.
"But a lot of girlfriends, right??"
"Not have either Mbak." replied Indra innocently.
"Tumben??" Kinan surprised.
"What's tumben Mbak??" ask Indra curiously.
"Yes tumben aja there are foreign servants. Usually you have plenty of reserves." joked Kinan.
"But not all are ." Indra.
"But it's easy for a country man to find a girlfriend" Kinan said.
"No idea, I never tried to find a boyfriend. I've been friends all this time."
"The theme is more girls, right??"
"Yes, anyway." Indra smiled a little. Kinan smiled too.
"Why not find a boyfriend??"
"Yes, I don't want to find a girlfriend anymore."
"No desire for marriage??"
"Yes, but maybe not now. Because age is young too."
"What year is the birth??"
"Year 97."
"Loh, same dong as me. What month is Om??"
"April Brother."
"Lohh, older Omnya dong. If I'm in December." Kinan surprised.
"That's why don't call me Ma'am. Call me Kinan."
"I don't feel good Ma'am, I'm not polite." replied Indra embarrassed.
"It's more disrespectful if Omnya call me Ma'am, because from an older age only Omnya." explains Kinan, but Indra only speechless. He was confused as to what to answer.
"Yes, yes. Whatever you want to call me" said Kinan with a smile.
Kinan leaned back and looked out the window.
Arriving at a mosque that is so magnificent, Kinan got off the car and followed Indra.
("When he had long lived in the land of the people, yet his worship was still awake.") Indra's mind when he looked at Kinan.
Some time later, Kinan got into the car wearing a hijab again.
"We're going straight home, ma'am?"
"How many hours do we get to Grandma's house??" ask Kinan.
"About 2 hours Ma'am."
Kinan looked at the watch on his right hand.
"Yes, we have just returned home, still hunted Maghrib prayers at grandma's house" said Kinan.
Indra also drove his car. And Kinan hurriedly opened his little sling bag, he took out something. Turns out he was carrying a little Al Qu'ran in his bag. He also read some verses of the Qur'an. Although Kinan read it in a soft voice, but Indra felt the sound of the holy verse of the Qur'an that he read was very melodious.
Indra smiled more and more at Kinan's attitude.
("What a beautiful girl. It's lucky the guy who got her.") Inner Indra.
After finishing reading some verses of the Qur'an.
"I want to sleep first Om, later if you want to wake up please." pinta Kinan.
"Yes, Mother."
Kinan closed his eyes and fell asleep. Indra occasionally steals a look at Kinan. The perfect woman for Indra. Beautiful, intelligent, polite, gentle and also a devout worshiper. Nothing less than him. There must have been a lot of men out there queuing up to be her best man.
A few hours passed, until he arrived at an elite housing estate on the outskirts of the City. The house is cream colored and filled with beautiful ornamental plants.
"Assalamu'allaikum Grandma." Kinan hugged Grandma who had been waiting for him on the terrace.
"Wa'allaikumsalam beautiful boy." Grandma hugs and kisses Kinan. "Grandmother misses."
"Yes Nek, Kinan is also very upset." Kinan also switched to hug the figure beside Grandma.
"It's a long time, baby? Mama has been waiting since." Mama grumbling.
"Sorry, Ma. The road was a bit jammed so late to here."
When looking at Indra who lowered the goods Kinan.
"Here Om, just put it in the goods." said Mama.
"Ready Ma'am." replied Indra. He also put in Kinan's stuff.
"Grandmother has prepared many of your favorite foods" said Grandma who embraced the grandchild into the house.
"What time?"
"Yes, really." answered Mama. "Even yes, from yesterday Grandma was busy making your favorite bean cake."
"Hemm.so sweet." Kinan kissed Grandma's cheek. "Thank you, Grandma."
"Yes dear." said Grandma happily.
"You're late overseas, so Grandma's a heavy miss, right?? Until yesterday he said Kinan should stay with him." explained Mama.
"Haha. Yes, Grandma, I will stay with Grandma. Just chill. Kinan will nemenin Grandma." Kinan hugged his spoiled Grandma.
After entering the goods Kinan.
"Ijin Mom. I have put the stuff in. Please permit instructions." Indra reported to Madam General.
"Thank you, Om. This is a take-off from the Father." Mama gave an envelope to Indra.
"Every mother, no need."
"Nothing, take it. After all, this is a deposit from the Father, if it is not accepted later you are even angry again."
"Every mother, thank you." said Indra politely. "Mother's Permission, I'll excuse you."
The general's mother also nodded her mark assuring.
After Indra's departure, Kinan ate with his Mama and Grandma.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow??"
"No Ma, why??"
"How about tomorrow you go with Mama."
"Where??"
"Tomorrow the wedding of his son Pangdam *****"
"No, not Ma. I don't like going to events that are rame."
"The name of the party must be crowded, son, the funeral is usually crowded." said Mama. "Of course yes, tomorrow it must be a lot of boys graduates Akmil who come, yes, there are those who match you."
"This mom wants to take me to a wedding, do you want my soul mate anyway??" kinan Protest.
"Well, at least there's someone close to you, so you're not lonely."
"I'm not lonely, Ma, there is Grandma who will always nemenin Kinan. Isn't it Nek??" Kinan held his Grandma's hand.
"There's no harm in you coming to the event like your Mama." persuaded Grandma.
"Ihh, it turns out that Grandma is just like Mama." Kinan's upset.
"Some of it just came with Mama."
"It's really just nemenin, right?? No matchmaking events??"
"Yes, my mom can't promise. I think if you see the beauty of his son Mama must be a lot of guys who will be smitten deh." mama sneered.
"Ihhh, what the hell is Ma."
Mama also smiled at the annoyance of her beloved daughter.
"So tomorrow morning we'll find a dress first??" bring Mama.
"No need Ma, just wear something."
"Don't love, as long as you're abroad you're rarely shopping."
"Wear the clothes, or I don't have to come." Kinan threatened.
The Madam General was seen sighing, and finally agreed with her son's decision. Kinan who saw that smiled.