MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#Episode 19's. Like a Small Family (Like a small family)

*fatin

After an epic drama spiced by the seduction of coconut island by He and Mitha to convince Azhar, he was finally allowed to attend the makrab event tonight. Commentary to protect each other in the principle of their friendship makes it unwilling to do anything beyond the approval of his three best friends. Until Azhar forbade him to join the last agenda of the Ospek series this time, he and Mitha were forced to compact to convince Azhar that everything's ok.

"Thank you, Zhar. I promise I'll be all right. There's Mitha, right? We'll both be there. So, don't worry, I'll be ok!" Convincingly.

"Yes, the important thing is to be careful. Cepet call me Akram if there's anything!" Sahut Azhar finally resigned.

"Surely, Zhar!" Mitha who disobeyed while prancing pleasure.

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Azhar and Akram have not returned from the salon. The two were about to tidy up their hair, while in the boarding room, He and Mitha were still busy picking up some of the outfit models they wanted to wear when the goal-both of them heard the knock on the door along with the sound of the girls' bells greeting. Both of them immediately stopped their movements and immediately threw each other a question through the frowning gazes of the two beautiful faces.

"Who's a girl, who's a girl?" Mitha muttered softly.

"Dear you a day, sneak open the door!" Origin legitimate. Both of them walked towards the door and within seconds, when the door opened, he stuttered unable to speak for a few intervals later. Mitha who was quick to master the situation with a severed voice invited two people of different ages who were standing glued in front of the door who were looking at the two alternately. But before flinching the round-cheeked daughter of a temblem suddenly chattered merrily.

"Whose pretty uncle's county?" the little girl spoke while looking up at the forger who had been staring at her a little sharply without blinking. He got it wrong with the scene in front of him now.

"Ehmm, enter first yuk sweet chubby, later in the new we play guess which one, auntynya!" Mitha as usual can most if the parts chattering especially with small children.

"Ok, thanks, Aunty!" He still has not fully mastered himself. For some reason this time his mood was completely different when dealing with the forcible. There was an undefined sense of what it was, suddenly infiltrating the niche inside there. The shadow of a close embrace of the masculine-scented strapping body again mastered the pounding of his chest that seemed to paralyze his consciousness.

"I why can't I focus on gini, Jeez Fathin don't tell me you're starting to like this forger?" He monologued to his own heart, closing his eyes trying to avoid the gaze of the bead eagle which he now without realizing had been sitting in front of him.

"O Allah, what is this ordeal? Hopefully this person is not macem-macem again this time, why take all the little children, already have children or how the hell is this?" He tried to force himself to smile faintly while muttering inwardly.

"Why? This is pounding me, he thought it did not need to be far away," Suddenly the flat voice spoke bluntly plus his indifferent expression. His manic immediately dodged towards the handsome face with the corner of his lips drawn to it. Completely mysterious, somehow the man in front of him could always guess what he was thinking.

"Eh, um, until I forget, Chubby would like a drink, what would aunty make?" Mitha again tried to break the stiffness created, because from now on they all just sat throwing gazes at each other.

"No, Aunty! Farah doesn't want to drink, Farah is here to see Uncle Aunty who's sick, where's Aunty sick?" The two frowned but a moment later Mitha smiled wryly.

"Oh, Nih, the Aunty is better, really!" Sahut Mitha holding his arm.

"Horry! Means Aunty can dong join Uncle to his Deuteronomy event Eyang! Want well Aunty, because I promised to hand over Aunty to Eyang as a gift, let it be his friend Uncle, like Dad and mom, that's it!"

Ppff...

Mitha held back a laugh. He who had just looked down groggy because the eagle bead belonging to bang yusuf was not stopping looking at him. He looked at his appearance, worried that something was wrong. Instantly his consciousness again heard the little girl in front of him continue to whine spoiled plus her puppy eyes face, asking him to come along to his birthday.

"Ehhmm, how come Aunty has an event on campus tonight, how's dong?" He finally spoke with a mimic that was made as if he was welding, asking for understanding.

"Is it better?" bang yusuf's flat voice suddenly interjected.

"U_already, Alhamdulillah. Thank you for nolongin earlier." he replied stammered, at once He remembered not thanking the forcer.

"Humm" Bang Yusuf replied with deheman.

"Ehmm, if so, we'll go to papa's first. Abis from there we go to college. I'm talking to Herdin the chairman of BEM and all the organizers there!"

"Wait awhile!" bang yusuf again. He raised his face to look at the handsome face in front of him that seemed to be busy with a cellphone in his hand.

"Hallo, Auntie, still in the boutique? Fina in?"

"......."

"Please bring some clothes stels for papa birthday event, peach color if there is, hijab truss, for a girl the size of Fina, Send delivery to the front of the campus, star hallway, find the evergreen hut, find the, room number 3."

"............"

"Haha...! Set up aunty!"

"........"

"I Transfer ntar price. I'm waiting for aunty, say Fina, not for long, thanks!"

He frowned at the forger, hoping for an explanation with what the man had just done. But instead of giving an answer, the flat face instead gave a wink to his eyes while smiling faintly. He was suddenly misbehaved, slightly glancing at Mitha who had been engrossed with the chuby-cheeked little girl.

In his heart he was relieved because his friend did not witness the ridiculous behavior of the forger. But one thing made him amazing just now, the stiff man laughed, for the first time (for the first time).

"Can laugh too. Kirain can only smile." His inner.

"What the hell, why try to use all clothes, it's a boutique shirt, must be the price is beyond the reach of my wallet, jeez, this is as rich as anything, really like scattering money!" again in my heart.

He tried staring intently at the face that had returned to fashion as usual, flat plus a kill bead. He shook his head as a sign of disapproval but the man before him even further sharpened his gaze.

"I don't like rejection!" That classic answer again caught him off guard. He chose to stand up to the kitchen, but the sound of bang yusuf stopped him immediately.

"Why what?"

"Make a drink!"

"Not bothering!"

"Ng_no hassle, really!" This time He ventured to force so that He could escape from the gaze of bang yusuf. Hurriedly he moved with a sweet smile towards the beautiful little girl in front of him.

"But then, beautiful, Aunty made a drink first. Oh yes, here there is only sweet tea doang, no pa pa pa well?" He tried to relax by trying to greet the girl in a made-up style like a child.

"Farah never drinks tea, Aunty. At home Farah usually drinks milk. Mother said you can not drink tea, her stomach hurts," The little girl said as she shook her head.

"Yeah, uncle aja well means that made in his tea. Well, then, Aunty went to the kitchen first!"

"Ok, Aunty's pretty!" He smiled, briefly glancing at the handsome face of bang yusuf who was smiling thinly. He quickly entered the kitchen.

It brews the available fragrant tea, gives the sugar to the proper dosage, stirring slowly. He tasted a small spoon, just making sure it felt. He smiled bitterly, the sweet taste of his homemade tea is now still presenting the face of Fahry who was smiling while praising his homemade tea,

"The tea is sweet, as sweet as it makes."

"What Fahry didn't call me, just asked me for news or something?" His muttering.

"Got long. Blum's roll dissolves, daritadi in the stirred trus?" A baritone right behind his ear made him shocked and his hair immediately bristled perfectly, making the hot tea he was stirring slightly spilled and hit his lentic finger.

"Aaoooww, well, it's hot, it's really painful." He wagged his finger while blowing it, but not to mention he had time to blow it suddenly his finger felt warm. The forcer swiftly grabbed his thumb and softly caressed it. His memory was paralyzed for a while, at once he felt all over his body cold hot, his heart pounding fast as if chasing each other, he was, the warm mouth and tongue of the forger that were firmly attached to his finger instantly created a strange gelenyar that ran all over his body, bristling so perfectly. Until his Consciousness returned, he was hurriedly about to withdraw his hand but was restrained by the delicate, burly hand of bang yusuf.

"Gosh, let alone this, come on, be normal, Fathin! "his inner heart condemns the weakness of his heart.

He looked down, not daring to look at the clean and charming face that was only a few cent away from his face. The masculine scent that burst out from the sturdy body instantly brought his memories back to a tightly warmed embrace. His face now I don't know what the red is so shameful. Being so close to this distance really makes him confused to regulate the heartbeat that is increasingly uncompromising.

"M_sorry, sister, i_that's my finger that doesn't hurt." His words stammered, because he could no longer with the scene that he felt soon would really make him a pinch if not immediately stopped.

"What did you think?" asked bang yusuf shortly after releasing his finger suction. Still with a distance of an inch plus a sharp gaze that had never separated from his face. The smell of mint inhaled by him from the breath that hit his face gently made it difficult to regulate the breath. Again he was confused as to what to answer. It is impossible to tell the truth about He who is thinking about Bang Fahry. I don't know what punishment the forger would give him if he knew about this.

"No_ no, A_I was just thinking about how later when I met my sister's family, A_I blum ready, Brother." He immediately found an answer to divert his mood.

"Where's what. You just go there, acquaintance ama smuanya, the rest let me take care of. You don't have to think of a macem."

"Should I come? um, I mean, should it be now? next time, brother, not now, I'm ready, please!" His words were clear, cupping his hands together hoping that the forcible would grant his request, but the classic answer he had memorized died even his intonation, again made him down, felt futile to try. Because in addition, like to force the will, flat face, indifferent, to the point without further ado, the man before him is stubborn.

"I don't like __,"

"Rejection! Iiihhh, you forcible! Flat face, dry kanebo!"

"Tuh know!, so just follow, do not need to protest a lot, you want the punishment I added? hmmm?"

"Yes.iya..what the heck, he knows how to play threateningly." Sung him while grumbling annoyed. But he's totally helpless.

"I wait in front," the Baritone was heard again and soon the owner disappeared. He grabbed the teacup and quickly caught up with the man with his endless grumbling of annoyance. Condemning his unlucky fate meets the annoying forger.

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*Yusuf

Although he actually did not like it, but the whining of his beautiful nephew, Farah who insisted on wanting to visit Fathin, made him inevitably end up following the boy's will. As He smiled in a knot, his puppet actually inherited the stubbornness of most of their families. The habit of forcing something, whatever the desire, becomes one of the basic properties of most residents of the big house.

He was a little relieved, when the door of the boarding room where Fathin was staying was open, the girl was already standing with a face that was fresh as usual, showing no sign of pain. He could not help but stare intensely at the beautiful face before him.

He was endlessly laughing inwardly imagining the girl's facial expression as he said he hoped the event to his father's birthday was off. But, as always, He was Joseph, who could never accept rejection. Whatever he said, it was a word to the girl. For some reason he felt a sense of satisfaction every time he found the beautiful face staring a little sharply at him, pitying, grumbling, thumping, smiling sweetly or laughing loosely. The trivial thing that turned into something because it came from a beautiful face with a smile that has successfully stolen his heart since his first glance at the gate of three campuses some time ago.

"The sweet one!" He tried to make a sound, praising the tea made by Fathin, intending to provoke the beautiful facial expression. And sure enough, the sad bead was just round and narrowed then, staring at him. Locking for a while. But there are always distractions at exclusive moments like itull. Suddenly his phone rang a sign of an incoming call. Millik for a moment to the phone screen. There is the name of Aunt Randa,

"Yes, Auntie, how?"

"Suf, that, fina already way, He knows the address because he said his college friends there who ngekost there too."

"Ok, thanks, Tan."

"Dad, son, you're the same."

He's still fiddling with his phone. This time he calls Fina, a cousin of the Mother line, who works part-time at the boutique Aunt Randa, his papa brother.

"Hallo, Fin, you don't have to go to campus, we meet at Theo's place, OK? "

"Ok, Ready, Brother! btw, not Theo but Tia, not served ntar if do'i called Theo."

"Bare her? I closed the salon if brani macem-macem. "

"Haha! Yeah well, brother again on the bike!"

"Ok, see you!"

He ended the call. Looking back at the face before him, who looked agitated.

"We're on the road now!" Take it to the girl.

"I_i'll get the bag first." Sahut Fathin while moving into the behind the curtain between the bed and the living room where He is.

"Farah, let's go!" He called his beautiful influences that he had not realized had been taken away by the girl who became Fathin's friend earlier. The corner of his lips was slightly interested. In his heart he praised the manhood of the girl. He did not let the scene between He and Fathin be witnessed by a child as small as Farah. Oh, my God, he can't even think that way.

He completely forgot everything when he was in front of Fathin, the sad girl. The beauty of the girl is undeniable.

"You coming?" He asked the girl who was holding Farah's hand.

"Hehehe....! No, Brother. I have agreed to the same thing. Next time, brother!" Mitha cengenesan.

"Oh, let's go first,"

"Sheap, Brother!"

"Well, why isn't Aunty Mitha coming? Farah will want to know Aunty also to the same father Mother." Suddenly her beautiful ponakan was frowning.

"Dad, Aunty again has important business. Next time, baby!"

"Promise (promise)?"

"Yes, I'm promise (yes, Aunty promise)."

At first glance he glanced at Fathin who looked increasingly agitated. He grinned with satisfaction. This time he was determined to introduce his girl to his entire extended family. He did not care at all about the difference in status that had been feared by the girl.

"You should be mine, girl!" Inner sure.

They also moved out after a parting event that he thought was a little dramatic. For some reason this time, he let a laughable sight happen before him. Again he smiled. Going hand in hand, the three of them by holding such small children make them look like a small family. The girl held Farah's hand and told her nothing. His chest warmed up instantly.

"Damn it!"

"What the fuck. I've been going crazy for a long time!" His point of self-defeating that he felt was increasingly far off from his true self.

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