My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 6

"Well here comes your son, sir," I cried to her husband.

"Your son is also to Ma'am" said the Father, walking quickly to welcome his daughter's return.

Nahla herself walked quickly towards her house while saying her greetings.

"Ndok, why didn't you come home last night? What time is the picnic home?" Mom smears her daughter with a kepo face. The woman from the two children was clearly worried, although still thinking positively.

"I'm sorry, Mom, Icha was alone last night, so she was forced to accompany me because there were no people at home. Mr. Hanan has not come home, maybe almost in the morning he reached home," explained Nahla while removing her hijab. That was just his guess, because rather Mr. Hanan came home at what time Nahla did not know.

"Waduh ... really nginep there, who do you sleep with? Do not carelessly stay," rebuked Mother who was of course worried and enthusiastic to hear the story.

"Sleep with Icha is Mom .. Who else, Mr Hanan? It can't be Mom darling ...."

"Yes too, yes you have breakfast first, you must be hungry."

"Banget, Nahla take a bath first Mom, the rest want to go straight to school," he said.

"Emang is not tired, Ndok. Home in the morning must be taught," said Mother felt sorry. His face was under a lot of pressure.

"Capek Buk, but not pa-pa, yesterday was absent it is not possible to be absent again" said Nahla considering his responsibilities.

The woman came out of the room to the bathroom with a towel and a change of clothes. A lightning shower is more precisely because it is a bit late. Do not forget to taste the nasgor made by Mother some feeds because the time is up during the day.

"Ease first Na!" reprimand Mother carrying the plate that has been left by her owner. Nahla herself was busy wearing her shoes.

"Here open your mouth!" Mother really super ngeyel, defend bribing girls who have experienced.

"Already Mom, full. Go, Mum, sir. Assalamu'alaikum!" said the girl left after crucifying her parents. His favorite motorbike then darted away.

The typical day of a twenty-three-year-old woman teaching in a private school. Women who have only started their career since the last two years since graduating S1 new education joined Tunas Bangsa High School eight months ago.

Nahla leaves in the morning like a schoolboy, and will be home in the afternoon. Not to mention if you do activities outside, the time can run out outside. His days were coming home quite late afternoon as usual after filling out additional schedules in several places. Sometimes someone takes an afternoon shif. Depends fans. For almost a year now, Nahla has opened tutoring services for children who want to study at home.

Like other active days, after school he will go to scheduled houses that have been divided by Nahla himself. Today was very tired, maybe because yesterday was out of travel, then the afternoon had to work. Luckily there are no tutoring schedules of any kind today. He could go home right after school.

"Duh .. kok kliyengan huh?" luh Nahla went into her room immediately spread. Looks like he needs to sleep for a moment. A little tired makes him fall asleep quickly.

The father, who had just returned from the mosque that afternoon, wondered about the whereabouts of his daughter. The bike is in the house, but where is the person. Haven't seen his nose.

"Mom, is Nahla home yet?" ask the Father while taking a seat in the living room.

"It was, but it didn't come out of the room from the bathroom" Mother replied as she held tea in her hand. Presenting right in front of the Father's table.

"Udah woke up sir, just a little fall," said Nahla walked into the living room with a blanket covering her head.

"Why are you, Na? That rich blanket, sick?" asked, watching his daughter. His face was coiled, his hair was a mess after arguing with a pillow.

"No, but a little tired and sleepy, I need to sleep if I don't remember the ashar time," said the woman occupying a chair and sitting curled up lifting her legs covered with spoiled.

"Mandi Na, keep praying, it's past ashar time!" reprimand you sit back. Occasionally plucking bakwan on the plate that I just served.

"Five more minutes, not yet, still five and a half" replied Nahla procrastinating. Too preoccupied with the warm blanket that surrounds him.

"Later to be visited by Mr. Hanan you bother yourself yet to bathe," he said half-jokingly.

"Well, Mr. Hanan wants to come here, I don't think it's possible sir, he's busy, let alone this afternoon" he replied casually. Still reluctant to move at all.

"Yes, it can be, the stuff you want to play." Looks like Mr Ngarep once.

"No way sir, please don't disturb me, let me sit quietly."

"Don't don't, don't be disturbed, let me sit down quietly!" Mom replied while kicking.

"The concert will be Ma'am, better prepare dinner," said the father shook his head with a smile.

"Na, Mr. Hanan is really coming!" he made the girl who was in the middle of the shroud was swept from her chair immediately stood up. Ngibrit left the living room. I swear by what this afternoon is like a guest.

"Where? Lying ah, you can." Nahla until ngacir go inside while peeking around to reveal the curtains attached to the door.

"Not really, Mom, you're lying!" report Nahla mrengut back to sit in the saucer. His calm this afternoon disturbed the silliness of his own father.

"Mbak, a sneak bath, Tio already," interrupted his beloved sister.

"In the meantime, mager, males, drowsiness," he said, refusing to move at all.

The roar of the car engine entering the yard sounded quite clear. Making the people in the living room look up with curiosity. Who came to the meeting that afternoon. The person who thought it would not come, actually appeared to be a reality.

"It's true, he's coming" said the father after peeking outside.

"Waduh ... really Sir! Alamak .. die me!" Nahla darted inside without a brake. Hurry to the bathroom.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...!"