My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 4

Gegara was wrong to call, unfortunately to get carried away. It felt like Nahla would not want to show her face in front of the man again if possible. Unfortunately, even early in the morning had to reach his student's house.

His steps swelled, confused about knocking on the door. Suddenly not ready to meet the cold man. Especially nervous he disconnected the phone directly this morning. This was all due to his sprained tongue with the sacred call that should be reserved for Icha.

Duh .. make a hassle. The shame is Allah ....

The door opened with the silhouette of a man standing gallantly in front of the door wearing neat clothes. The two looked at each other in such a real awkwardness.

"Miss ... Icha is ready," cried the little girl appeared behind her father's back. Greet cheerfully the teacher's mother when she reached her home. Deliberately come early in the morning according to the mandate given.

"Hi Icha ... beautiful, is all the luggage that no one has forgotten?" Miss Nahla reminded. Waving her hands with a smile spread. Trying to behave appropriately even though his heart was clearly fretting amazingly. Moreover, the cold net shots, making Nahla's teacher difficult to say a few words.

"No, said papa all is done," he said giving his two thumbs up.

In contrast to Hanan who immediately passed once found the two berakrab ria.

"What time is bath? Is this half done?" she asked the woman to follow the little girl to her room.

"Miss's body, after this morning's call, Icha booby again, keep papa awakein I'm out of dawn. Icha bring a lot of snacks here," said the little girl proudly.

"Well ... a lot, will it run out?" Nahla looks at Icha's luggage.

"You two, I'm the same Miss Nahla" she replied. Makes the woman smile.

"Icha, if you're done with breakfast!" exclaimed Mr. Hanan entered his daughter's room.

"Yes Pa. Come on Miss, we'll have breakfast!" take Icha to lead her teacher's hand.

"Miss Nahla has eaten dearly, so yes," said the woman walking along.

An awkward feeling still enveloped Nahla's heart, let alone having to be faced at one table.

"Sit here Miss!" The six-year-old pulled up a chair and let his teacher sit down.

"Thank you, honey," he answered confusedly. Even more confused when Pak Hanan just silently looked at him expressionlessly. So it's wrong, if not for pity with Icha of course he prefers to teach course rather than participate in Icha school activities.

Although paid a lot, but if it feels uncomfortable, make a hassle.

"Miss, Icha wash your hands?" the little girl's voice went up. It left the two adults who were silent. It seemed like Nahla needed to explain about this morning, in order for everyone to feel comfortable after the classification.

"I'm sorry, for this morning, there was no meaning whatsoever" Nahla said.

"Why should I apologize?" the man relaxed.

Nahla fell silent while scratching her hijab-clad nape. He did not even have good communication experience with the strange cold man.

"Miss, I haven't taken it yet, let's eat!" take the little girl to her chair.

"Miss had breakfast, baby, Nahla, I've met," he said gently.

"Eating really? I need to get it," he said, opening the dishes that were available at the table.

"Eh, no, really had breakfast," declined Nahla smooth.

"The trick is until the afternoon or even until the night house, make sure you have excellent energy because you are watching my child."

"Eye sir!" nahla replied.

Patently the woman helped Icha at the dinner table. Such a rare sight, instantly made the heart of a Duda Sir warm. The two looked so close, even Icha looked a happy smile. Unfortunately his deep feelings have not been able to turn away from his late wife.

After breakfast, Miss Nahla and Icha were immediately escorted to school. Where all gather at the departure point. The tour group departed by bus.

"Be careful on the road dear, tell papa if you have arrived, make sure not to stay away from Miss Nahla."

"Ready Pa," replied Icha pamit. The two sons and the father hugged each other, then kissed her affectionately. Waving his hands with a prayer-clad smile.

"Titip yes, let me know immediately if there is anything," said Mr. Hanan approaching Nahla.

"Yes sir, ready!" answer understands.

"From now on sir, sir, if you don't call me sir, it's not nice to hear."

This time Nahla did not answer, the woman was a little confused, then she had to call whom. Have not the fathers one child, what is wrong?

"Here get on the bus, uh yeah Na, wait a minute."

Hanan took one of the cards in his wallet. The man selflessly handed it to Nahla.

"It's a lot less, '" said the man thrusting at Nahla.

"Not that Icha has brought money, I think it's enough, you should keep it again," Nahla refused unpleasantly. Why not cash money, where good to take it. That man is super, you rich man.

Hanan let out a long sigh with a sour face. Nahla also made her aware of her mistake.

"Keep first, just in case, later after returning home can be returned," said the man so believe.

"That trusted father with me?"