My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 7

"Assalamu'alaikum ...!" The greeting echoed throughout the room.

"Waalaikumsalam ...," replied the Father rising from the chair.

Welcoming the arrival of guests who accidentally became a tranding this afternoon. Nahla herself has darted since, maybe the girl is rubbing her legs in the bathroom.

"Sore Sir!" hello Hanan full smile. Greet politely followed by the little girl beside him.

"Sore, please enter Mas Hanan," said the Father replied to the sumringah.

"Thank you, sir, Buk?" Hanan nodded politely. Enter by leading his daughter. Do not forget to give a hand as a complement to the guest event this afternoon.

"Please sit down, Mas, this must be Icha yes," guess the father leads to the little girl who had seen cling.

Ms. Komariah also immediately went to the kitchen to make a banquet.

"Yes, where's Miss Nahla, sir? How do you not look?" tanya Icha did not find the woman he was looking for.

"Owh ... Mis Nahla, take a shower, wait a minute, it will be over soon" said Mr. Honestly. Secretly Nahla who heard it cursed herself why not just take a shower. As a result of the original brbek bath the important dyes are wet and fragrant.

"That's it sir, Icha is already missing," he replied could not escape. Though not a day they separated, it seems Icha can not be separated.

"May I follow you?"

"Icha baby, wait a minute, son, Miss took a shower first, I promised not to fuss."

"Yes Pah, just want to meet," said Icha while looking inside.

Bu Kokom came out while carrying a tea tray in a cup.

"What do you want to drink?" ask the little girl.

"It's not pa-pa, ma'am," Icha replied with a lack of focus.

"Sorry sir, my son is very familiar with Miss Nahla. Sorry if it's rude.

"No pa-pa, his name is also a child. Not going pa-pa."

Icha excited as soon as it gets permission. The girl went inside to break through Nahla's room which Mom had deliberately followed.

"Miss Nahla!" Icha exclaims come directly approaching. The woman herself was tidying up her hijab after slightly putting a touch of beauty on her face and lips.

"From home straight here. Why did Miss Nahla go home this morning, I woke up already deserted,"

"Yes, I'm sorry baby, Miss has to teach, so go home in the morning," explained Nahla, hopefully the little girl will understand. He even waited while watching his tutor wearing his hijab.

"Miss, someone is missing" he said as he opened his carry bag. Icha pulled out a T-shirt that was bought at a picnic spot yesterday. A white couple shirt, there's a mama writing behind it.

"Thank you dear" said Nahla and kept it.

The woman moved after feeling settled, long enough to dress up. Out to meet Mas Duda who is now chatting with Father.

"Thank!" call Hanan but his eyes are fixed on the young girl behind him. For a moment the man stared unblinkingly. Nodding politely to the father of his protege. Sitting right in line facing each other, making groggy only.

"Icha doing in the dalem, ngrecokin Miss Nahla yes," Hanan guessed as she placed her daughter to sit next to her. But it seemed like the little girl was more interested in sitting near Nahla.

The sudden awkward atmosphere between them. A confused Nahla was about to say hello from where.

"Mas Hanan would want to meet with Nahla yes, you stay for a while," said Mr. to move on. They both talk familiar. Uh, tripe threesome with a leak Icha that never misses.

Icha itself is more stubborn if you give space, left alone three with a little girl in the living room hers is simple, of course, make Nahla a little groggy.

"Not sir," Hanan replied quite calmly.

Instantly the thin smile on Nahla's face disappeared. Why should I visit him if I don't want to meet him. So the point of coming late in the afternoon is only to find himself with icha, really.

Mr. Subagio himself frowned confused when he heard the man's mouth say another.

Nahla herself stared confused, as if she had just been held up, then slammed to the bottom. She had dandan as beautiful as possible was not to meet him. Really Mas Duda made him misunderstand.

"More precisely meet the Father," continued Hanan made Pak Subagio again sit quietly.

"I?" ask me a little in disbelief.

"Look, I previously apologized if his arrival was quite surprising Father and family. First of all to be in touch with your father and family. Second .... " The man paused his words for a moment. Seemingly taking a breath with a calm face again expressing his purpose and purpose.

"Wish to treat your daughter, Nahla Naima as a wife for me" Hanan said quite clearly and calmly.

Instantly the bowed face of ayu looked at her serious-looking face.

Oh my God .. Is this really true? Or I'm still sleeping and just dreaming in the afternoon. If it's real, it means that I was proposed Mas duda jutek. Helga ... Mother ... Your son is proposed Mas Duda .. want him to be a bachelor Ms ... Hu ....