Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Suddenly proposed

"Side, for ice cream dong same iced tea also hehe.", Nana ordered ice cream on the employees of the bundle.

"Every boss!", said sisi.

"Can't you, don't taunt me with that call? My ears are itching for it."

Sisi handed ice cream and ice tea to his late boss' son.

"Can you be the boss now mah, if not non Nana who wants to change try?"

"Call aja nana kaya usually Ka."

Nana sipped her iced tea.

"That's alhamdulillah, really big."

"Yes, the name is also ice", said sisi.

"Oh yes, sister, ask for a sales turnover book!", said Nana.

"Ready boss!"

"I told you not to call the boss."

Sisi just laughed looking at his boss who was still ABG.

Nana began to check one by one the bookkeeping of her cake shop. Everything is stable even though there are no more mothers.

"Who, which bike are you on?", ask the side. Nana just pointed with her pen towards the back of her back.

"Where? There is no, uh.kayana I hapal the same motor. Motor and another Azka pack?", asked Nana.

"Yes, it's Azka's motorbike."

"Kok can be the same you Na , tukeran wear? Wow...so dong we are a celebration!"

Pluck up!

Nana threw the pen lid towards the side, one of the mother's confidants in this cake shop.

They do not realize there are a pair of eyes that continue to pay attention to their behavior.

"Ban my bike kempes Ka, om Azka nawarin tukeran motor. Now Azka is at my school." Nana explained to Sisi.

"Oh.so suuiiit.", the word side covers both hands to his own cheeks.

"What kind of money is Ka?"

"Ga anything. Everyone also knows that the late Bu Nisa requested that Azka marry Nana."

"The baby said it?"

"Yes, who else. We support na." Excited side.

"Apaan the Ka. Nana was not very familiar with Azka.Nchat also never. Yes, I want to get married!", Nana shook her head.

"Pa Azka is very good kok na, likes to help you too you know here. Tuh, that cake.special recipe from Mr. Azka make our shop."

"What time?"

"Yes, if Mr. Azka holiday also likes to help us fit more crowded."

"Oh...", I never knew, where have I been all this time?

"God willing, you are the same as Azka."

"The rich fortune tellers are on the side."

"Yeay..argain, mah sure side.ga difficult for you to fall in love."

"You know what my age is, how old is he?"

"Know, thirty-year-old Azka sir, not too old. Maybe because of the handsome times yes, so look youthful. Rich opa-opa korea in his twenties that's."

Ka side grinned while imagining one of his favorite Korean artists.

"Here you go, say the same to the side of the grub. Here, book. Thanks though. Nana wants to go in the house first. Bye to the side!", Nana left the store through the hallway.

"Ka sisi.....?!", shouted Nana from inside the hallway.

The side looked.

"Capture!", Nana throws Azka's pack motor key to the Side. Let one of them park it in the garage.

A customer who had been sitting there noticed Nana leaving the cake shop.

*****

"Lho, non-Nana, aren't you ready?" asked the aunt.

"Other non, later the Azka sir family will come here. "

"Continue?"

"Non want to meet them in pajamas?" the baby looked from head to toe.

"It's a bik's malem, it's natural to have pajamas."

"Non, this non Nana is a submissive child, sweet, obedient. It's not polite if they come here to see that they're not getting ready for bed?"

"What do they want, bik?"

"Applying to non Nana."

"Huh?", Nana was surprised.

"Yes non. That's why the game change clothes. Plis... Be sweet as usual ya non." My aunt began to beg.

I ended up changing my clothes to an ABG tunic my age. I stared at myself in front of the mirror.

"It's ready non, they've come. Waiting in the guest room."

Nana took a deep breath. Gather him so that he might meet Azka and his family.

Down the stairs slowly, at a glance he looked at the three strangers in his living room.

"Assalamualaikum", greet them .

"Moskalamic. Please sit down...Auntie."

Nana also tried to be mature, even though she herself did not know what to do. Bibik delivers drinks on our table.

"Please...Signore... Madame.... Mr. Azka... Aren't!'

"Thank you!"

After sipping a drink in front of each of us, his father om Azka immediately expressed his intentions. Fortunately there was a aunt sitting together, representing the Nana family.

How'this? Inner Nana.

"Our proposal was accepted?", asked papa Azka.

Nana also nodded. Hamdalah's words are simple. After that, Azka's parents went home first. Azka was still sitting in the living room with Nana.

"Can we talk about it?" asked Nana.

"certain."

"Are our decisions right?"

"God willing Na."

"Can I please?"

"What does that mean?"

"Ah..has it been om."

The mood was silent again. Two people who have known each other for a long time, but never said hello are now in an equally difficult situation.

"Is there anything you want to talk about again Na?"

Nana shakes.

"If there is none, I go home. Can I take my bike home?"

Nana look.

"Yes, please. That's your motor o'm."

Azka smiled.

"I'm kidding, just wear it. Your bike is still in school. It's fixed, unfortunately.I can't wear it ."

"Huh?", Nana looked at the future husband of her late stepmother's choice.

"Yes, I can't use your bike. So, tomorrow morning you just bring my bike."

"All right."

"Yes, I say yes. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

Om Azka can't use my bike? Any timing? Very amusing. But, why was the exchange talking to me. Hahaha om Azka is not that serious, muttered Nana.