My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 5

"Is something wrong?" ask Hanan back.

"No, it's not an exaggeration."

Duh .. do not want to say so be a belibet.

"Just your feelings" said the man and focused on his little girl.

"Papa go first yeah, be careful on the road!" said the man while aligning his body. Kiss her dearly, then get in her car.

Miss Nahla leads Icha into the bus. Everyone seems to be gathered and waiting for departure. The little girl looked so happy because she was accompanied by her tutor.

"Whose match? Don't you have no mother?" ask the little girl sitting next to the other seat.

The little girl seemed confused to answer. His face suddenly clouded, making Nahla feel pity.

"Shutt .. baby, don't tell me that, all children have mothers," admonished the woman nearby who was allegedly her mother.

"Sorry, she likes nyeplos by the way" she apologized.

Icha herself did not respond, her face so bete faced towards the window.

Miss Nahla herself simply nodded in understanding. He tried to comfort the six-year-old boy.

"Dear Icha, already accompanied by Miss Nahla should not frown, we will want a picnic, so must be happy," persuaded Miss Nahla while stroking her crown neatly.

Nahla pulls her in an embrace, her instincts as a mother-to-be clearly stirred. His heart fell out to see this little girl was no longer cheerful just because her friend said 'no mother'

The bus began to speed after being guided to prayer by one of the accompanying teachers. All sit in their respective seats with parents or who accompany. Luckily Icha was accompanied by Miss Nahla, almost all of whom departed accompanied by her mother. Maybe if Mr. Hanan accompanied the story would be different.

The group headed to several locations in Bandung. One of the places to visit is Lembang park and zoo. Icha herself was so enthusiastic and looked cheerful enjoying the outing that afternoon. Occasionally Nahla takes a picture of Icha playing and sends to Pak Hanan as a form of report as desired.

Reply or not important Nahla has sent some documentation about the activities today and ended up quite tiring. Every day momong children people turned out besides tired, quite draining the wallet. Luckily Mr. Hanan was quite understanding by bringing extra money.

"Icha, anyone want to buy again?" ask Miss Nahla to make sure.

"No Miss, uh yes there is one more," said Icha walking among the merchants who sell some couple jerseys."

"Icha want to buy this?" tanyanya did not understand.

"Yes, I want to buy three Misses" he said, ordering alone. The little girl was pretty good at choosing. Nahla who paid for it, of course using his father's money the boy.

[From this photo Icha all, there is nothing else that is, just the two for example]~ Icha Father.

Nahla read a reply to a message from Mr. Hanan on the way home. He was a little confused to answer.

[Both? Same thing I mean, sir?]~ Miss Nahla.

[Yes, who else?]~ Father Icha.

[Many, I keep it on my phone]~ Miss Nahla

[Send]~

However, until the woman arrived at the school never sent. The atmosphere at night, and Mr. Hanan still did not go home. His expectation, Nahla that night even though tired of going straight home, it turns out that even Mr. Hanan himself is still on his way. Until finally Nahla chose to use an online taxi service to return to Icha's house.

"Honey, wake up already," said Nahla after arriving in front of Mr. Hanan's house.

The little girl seemed to have been heavily sleepy and tired. Nodding assented, get off the car while in a sling.

"Waduh ... the door is locked, how to enter," muttered Nahla in her own confusion.

The woman was forced to call Mr. Hanan, the man she was talking to was still on his way. Just tell me that there's a spare key under the flower pot that's near the terrace.

"Icha go down first yes, Miss want to take the key," said the woman looks troubled. Lowering the Icha that was awake at that time even though it was still sleepy.

"Miss, see you?" ask Icha while rendering on the door board.

"Not yet, I'm looking for it again" Nahla said around the large pot. Immediately breathe a sigh of relief after getting what he was looking for.

The two women headed straight for her room after tightly closing the door.

"Miss, don't go home yet, Icha is afraid of being alone at home" said the little girl.

"Yes, Miss wait till your papa gets home, go to sleep .. miss won't come home."

Icha hugging Nahla can just brim. The woman herself was still awake while stroking her head. It did not feel like sleeping too, until Hanan came home, both of them were asleep in such a sweet position. Where Miss Nahla hugged her daughter fondly.

Hanan, who had just returned home that night, approached the two. Then fix the blanket. Just went to his room. There was a different feeling in her little heart, it seemed like Nahla's presence was enough to make her little heart piqued. Plus the closeness of the two is so natural, making it sometimes a day to make.

"Olive, are you happy if I remarry, our daughter is even very happy close to him. Don't worry, I still love you," Inner Hanan hugged her late wife's figura.

It has been six years since his departure, the feeling of tightness is still often approaching. Only Icha who makes himself always strong through the day, even though it feels difficult. Late in the night, the man fell asleep carrying his dream with his late wife who seemed to smile seeing himself, Icha, and Miss Nahla. Even in the dream, Olive waved with a smile.

Hanan was awake when the sun had appeared. He went straight out of the room to his daughter's room. Nahla looks ready to go home while tidying up her hijab in front of the mirror. Icha herself was still asleep in her bed.

"Sorry, forget that you're still here" he said there was no ill-mannered intention.

"Mr is home? Sorry, I have to go home soon," said Nahla felt she had to go home soon. He did not even have a special plan to stay, but fell asleep last night. He forgot to not tell his parents.

"Why hurry, how about Icha wake up later nyariin."

"And you're home, I have to go in anyway" said Nahla.

"Yes!" call the man to stop Nahla's steps.

"Yes sir, why?" The woman turned her body back.

"Thank you, sorry to bother you, greetings to your parents, God willing tomorrow I and Icha want to play there," Hanan smiled. For the first time the man thanked her and showed her a row of teeth.

"Owh .. Yes Sir, same. This is my ATM!" said the woman returned it to her owner.

"There is no intention to save it first," said the man staring reluctantly.

"It's coming home, it's not like me anymore, so I have to give it back."

"Keep first," said the man then moved on.

"Sir, I don't need your money, I won't take anything other than my salary."

"Take it is a bonus because today you have Icha," he replied casually.

"But sir, it's a lot" said Nahla clearly confused. Among happy to get a lot of money, but afraid because they feel unnatural.

"Duh ..Dream if I get this much money, don't-don't! Not really this, it has to be reversed!" Suddenly Nahla was afraid there was something behind it. In order to minimize her fear, the girl even had the intention of resigning from private tutoring for Icha.