My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 12

"Udah Deck? Permission to father first, pity Icha is waiting," Hanan said making his own statement.

"Mmm .. Yes Mas," replied Nahla a little confused. Moreover, it was almost evening and of course Nahla was uncomfortable.

Nahla's response was spontaneous to make Pak Agam know themselves if they want to leave. Sounds like there's an appointment. Indeed, it was Hanan's true goal so that the man who is still sitting in front of him was immediately ready to go home.

"Then I say goodbye first Ms. Nahla, see you tomorrow," said Mr. Agam moved.

Hanan silently smiled as the man said goodbye. The man would be driven away on his own without much drama.

"Sir, this is Mr. Agam saying goodbye," exclaimed Nahla calling her father.

Pak Subagio also came out, accompanied by a warm-hearted mother to release the return of friends from her daughter.

"Also Hanan said to Mom, sir, permission to bring Nahla, later I return it a bit overnight," said Hanan following home as well.

"Owh .. not later Nan, tipped Nahla then, be careful on the road," said the Father allows.

Nahla was confused, and wanted to refuse. More interested in coming tomorrow, plus tired, but why is it so difficult to refuse.

"I change clothes first" Nahla said asking for time.

"No need, just wear this," Hanan refused impatiently.

"Come on!" invite the man to allow Nahla to walk ahead.

"Father to the car first, I want to take a cell phone," said Nahla back in. The girl put her cell phone and powerbank into her bag, then returned to her father and mother.

"Remember Na, take care of yourself," Mother's message seemed to understand. Even if you walk with someone who is familiar and ask for special permission from both parents. Ms. Kokom never forgot to warn her daughter about that one thing.

"Ready Buk, go first, assalamu'alaikum!" pamit Nahla came out after kissing the back of Mom and Dad's hands alternately.

Mr. Hanan himself is still waiting on the terrace, looking busy with his clothing.

Nahla fell silent, noticing the man who seemed to be replying to the message.

"Udah, come!" take the man to walk to his car.

The man occupied the steering wheel, ready to drive his car. Just a few meters out of the alley of Nahla's house, it seems that the man is already itching to interrogate the candidate of his future wife.

"Where's the road? Icha wait for you to come?" ask the man while focusing on driving.

"Not going anywhere, my phone is dead, and my bike is leaking, happened to meet Mr. Agam so together. It was not clear that it was the same Agam."

"You look close, what's the connection?" tanyanya cold.

"No Mas, just a coworker," Nahla answered honestly.

"Couldn't refuse? than to be alone a car."

"Nothing is excessive, it's just your feeling, the rest of my attitude is natural, because I'm a man, and you—"

The man was silent for a few seconds. Looking up at her a glance who was not looking at her at all. Before finally facing straight ahead.

"Have you found the answer?" tanya Hanan continued walking.

"I'm not asking for three days tomorrow, am I?"

"If you can now why tomorrow." This time Hanan pulled the car over.

"Why stop here?" Instead of answering, Nahla just did not calm down to stop in this dark street.

"Wait for an answer from you" he said calmly. Staring at him was silent, calm, deep and clingy.

"Tomorrow," said the girl as she twisted the tip of her hijab.

"It's hard yes, just to say yes or no," the man fell silent for a few seconds.

Silent for a while, until the sound of adzan maghrib stopped by his hearing. Neither of them opened the conversation.

"Now, two days I think you've found enough answers" the man pressed quite hagly. Slightly eroding the distance to make Nahla its own confusion.

Nahla was silent, she was confused and suddenly afraid of Mas Duda's movements. Hanan himself looks relaxed, calm, while folding his shirt arms up to the elbow.

"I-i ...."

Duh .. why does it feel horror anyway.

"I what?" ask the man a little closer.

"Mas, what are you doing?" tanya Nahla is wary of her own fear.

"This pair, your safety belt has not been installed," said the man to help him. Their distance was too close to make Nahla hold her breath. Hanan was secretly tempted by the feminine aroma of her body that was clearly felt.

"Your perfume is good" the man chirped with distance.

Nahla heaved a sigh of relief while avoiding her gaze that locked onto her.

"Jalan Mas, we can miss Maghrib later," said Nahla was clearly uncomfortable just the two of them. Turns out the widower is this charming.

"Jawab first, this is the way" he said without further ado.

"Tomorrow, I need a calm mind, and a comfortable heart" he replied honestly.

"Aren't you calm now?"

"Yes, you're quite unsettling!" honest truth.