MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 51'S
“Are you going to meet a girl?” Elijah looked suspiciously at Arkhan's face.
“Ya,” firmly Arkhan without caring about his sister's assessment. Very concerned with the contents of the head of the usurper, which Arkhan obviously will go.
“What was that girl yesterday? Zalfa-kah?” search Elijah. “Do you like it?”
“She will be your sister-in-law.” Arkhan replied very lightly.
Elijah frowned. “I like that polite girl, but that doesn't mean you marry her. He's a muslim. You and him have different beliefs.”
“No problem for me.” Arkhan looked relaxed.
Mary, who was standing between the rooms, was seen listening to the conversation of her two children.
Arkhan turned to his mother and asked, “What is it about Mama, Zalfa? Can she be my wife? She's a muslim.”
“He looks like a good Muslim. He is also polite,” replied Bu Maria subjective. In accordance with what he saw. He did not hate Zalfa nor did he praise him.
Elijah was losing. Arkhan's words suddenly made him freeze on the spot. There was no reason for him to refuse. What else does Mama look cute. There is no question that his son married Zalfa. His heart also acknowledged that Zalfa was indeed a good woman.
“If Mama doesn't mind, I'll marry her as soon as possible,” continued Arkhan while looking at her Mama's calm face.
Miss Maria just shut up. Not refusing, not wanting.
“Mama agree with my decision?” arkhan asked trying to get an answer.
“Which you think is fine.”
Cuey but relieving answer. Arkhan nodded.
Arkhan did not answer. His black-eyed bead glanced at Elijah and did not care. The next moment he approached Elijah.
“This is money for you. Take it! And don't follow me.” Arkhan put the money into Elijah's hands and turned his back on his sister.
“So you really don't want me to come with you?”
“No,” replied Arkhan firmly.
“You're evil. What kind of brother are you? I want you to teach me how to paint. I'm going to a painting race. Don't you want to teach me?”
Arkhan stopped but without looking. “I have no skills in that field. I'll find you a painting teacher.”
“I don't need a painting teacher. I just need some time with you. Is that wrong?” elia dongkol. His voice shrieked, even the speakers lost.
“I'll be back quickly for you.”
“What after you lost Papa, do you want to lose your sister too? You want your family divorced?”
“Elia..” Arkhan turned around and looked at his sister with a sharp highlight. “Do not talk ngawur. And don't think too much. Throw away that little bit of selfishness. I promise I'll come back for you after my business is done.” Arkhan glanced at the branded watch on his wrist. He would not be late to meet Zalfa. If Elijah keeps whining like this, he could be late. Didn't he make the promise? At least he should have been in the cafe first. He did not blame Elijah for his temperamental attitude, because it showed Elijah's love for him, even though his ways were wrong.
Arkhan turned around quickly leaving Elijah.
Elijah squeezed the money in his hand and turned to enter the room. In a fit of annoyance, he slammed the room door with all his might.
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