My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 2

Is that guy serious? He didn't even ask her if she was willing or not. It sounds quite mysterious and mysterious.

"Why bengong, where's your phone?" he raised his hand.

"What for, sir? I will try to get permission for tomorrow" Nahla said as if there was no room for thought.

"Okay, deal, come in the morning before six, make sure with a happy smile while looking after my son."

Nahla nodded in understanding, she also intended to leave because it was afternoon.

"It is better to go home after the Adhan, it is not good when Maghrib is on the road!" the man sounded alerted.

True too, their chat state that is not yet clear, making the time both seized up. Want to not want Nahla to say it.

"Pa, Miss Nahla didn't come home?" tanya Icha glee. I don't know why his daughter was so fond and so close to Nahla. Several times a woman tried to get close, never making her comfortable. Why in less than four months the woman became more familiar with her child.

"So, but later, take Miss Nahla in Icha!" get the man to move first.

"Miss, come on, papa said, don't go home, tomorrow so don't send Icha, right?" take the boy to lead his teacher in.

The twenty-three-year-old woman nodded while walking. Previously Miss Nahla never entered her house until the room Icha. The woman is stuck in the living room or in the back of the bathroom if necessary.

"Darling, Icha there's a big mukena isn't there? Miss borrow," gently ask the girl.

"Hmm .. Miss, Icha tell papa first."

The little girl had not been able to move when a door was opened without excuse. The man came in and put his face on his daughter's bed.

"Pa, how can you know that Miss Nahla wanted to borrow it," said Icha with a chat.

The man only responded with a smile, the rest without a word just came out. Looks flat and jutek, but only a few minutes ago invited himself to marry.

Icha and Miss Nahla pray in the room. After paying the congregation, the woman helped the little girl prepare some items that will be brought tomorrow. Including change of clothes and swimsuits.

"Icha, see you tomorrow yes, Miss must go home first," said Miss Nahla a little confused about going home. While the man went where. It was also impossible to leave the little boy alone at home.

"Where's father? Is she inside, please tell her that miss pamit," pinta Nahla was confused as well.

According to Icha, the girl was seen knocking on her father's room door and entered. Not long after, the man came out holding Icha.

"Sorry sir, please say goodbye" said Nahla politely.

"But I brought a motorcycle, sir" refused Nahla is true.

"Girls don't do good night-night walks, please walk in front of me, later my car tail you from behind" he replied calmly. Hanan must also ensure the safety of the woman until home.

"Come on!" said the man again as if breaking the momentary daydream of Nahla.

The woman moved, somewhat uncomfortable when the man really wanted to follow his bike. Like providing protection, the man lit up the street with the highlight of his car. Accompany the motor in front of him that runs at medium speed.

The left right atmosphere is dark, before Nahla also never drove at night. Only a few times if it is of interest until evening. Luckily there was a car Mr. Hanan who was quite helpful.

The woman stopped her motorbike right at the end of a courtyard. The car behind him stopped as well. The woman got off the motorbike, approached Mr. Hanan's car.

"It's up to Sir, thank you in advance," said Nahla politely.

"Which house are you?" asked the man to observe the house around which lined up like a housing.

"That's my residence, thank you in advance," he said again.

Nahla was a little confused when the man never went to start his car. Even down alone. Icha herself fell asleep in the car.

"Where are you going?" ask Nahla to be confused.

"Take you," he said casually.

"It's over, it's better to go home," Nahla was a little afraid if caught by her parents.

Seemed the father out of the house, followed by the mother behind him, probably because he heard the roar of his son's motor engine home but never entered. Nahla's parents, of course, stared at the two humans who were talking.

"That's your parents?" mr. Hanan asked quite clearly.

"Yes," Nahla replied. Unexpectedly, the man approached towards the door, leaving Nahla in a panic. The woman quickly followed the man.

"Good night, sir, Mom!" haanan was polite, friendly, and full of smiles. It is very different when greeting or talking to Nahla who never even stared, or smiled a little.

As Nahla recalled, up to this second even the man had never smiled at her. Jutek, and looks a little arrogant.

"Night" replied Nahla's parents compactly.

"I'm taking Nahla, sir, Buk, sorry, if my daughter's teaching hours till night" the man said kindly.