My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 8

"Thank you, Hanan, for your good intentions. You yourself, of course, if this question must ask directly to Nahla," replied the Father did not expect it would also be this fast.

"How, Na?" ask me softly.

"Mahla!" call Hanan to chimed in.

It seemed that the woman was still a little shocked, to the point of being silent without a word. More about the blank. True or not, but it looks real.

"Mahla!" exclaim Father it feels like to stack it with affection.

"Oh yes sir" he replied. Return to normalize the mind of his heart and soul.

"How, Na?" hanan looked seriously.

"Mmm .. sorry Mr. Hanan, I .. confused to explain. Can I have some time?" nahla's reply couldn't determine that answer too quickly.

"Jawab only according to the conscience that you feel Na, it's okay."

It's okay how? It's about my future, how can I be right or not. I am confused about Allah ....

It seemed that Nahla needed time, she did not necessarily refuse or accept it. Hanan also understood that because it was an impromptu nature.

"Let's be clear, how many days yes Miss Nahla can give that answer. I will make sure to go to the big family to come to apply officially if it is clear," Hanan said seriously.

"One week," replied Miss Nahla unsure. It seems like one week is lacking. Too soon, but certainly not for Hanan. One week was too long and he thirsted for certainty.

"Mmm .. how about three days Na, I think it's enough time three days for you to strengthen your heart," nego Pak Hanan did not want to linger.

Pak Subagio seemed to listen, as well as Bu Kokom and Tio who eavesdrop on the living room. All hearing was on Nahla and Hanan as a play this afternoon.

Again Nahla looks confused, he first looked at the face of the father who nodded. Then it turned to the little boy who had been staring at him expectantly. As if knowing the conversation is important. This time he stared at the cold netra of Mr. Hanan who was staring at him asking for answers.

The girl gulped nervously twice before finally nodding in agreement. Hopefully, three days can find an answer that can be accepted by all.

"Alright, thank you Miss Nahla, I'm waiting for that answer, hopefully according to what we expect," said Mas Duda expectantly.

"Please drink, Mas Hanan!" I invited the dinner on the table.

"Thank you, sir" he answered, holding his little princess in her body.

"Icha want a drink?" hag Pak Hanan focused on his daughter.

"Later, it's still hot" the little girl replied honestly.

Nahla herself was still staring in an awkward atmosphere. It seems like you understand that, he also gave space for his daughter to get along with each other with his prospective small family.

"Father into first, please Mas Hanan, it's like that!" I walked over and let him enjoy the banquet.

"Miss, tomorrow do not forget to come yes, Icha wait at home," said the little girl dilute the atmosphere of awkwardness between the two humans.

"Dear dear, Miss is coming" Nahla replied smilingly. Hanan looked at her, which Nahla responded to misbehavior. He had never spoken correctly before. Just a little formal chat and a report about the development of learning Icha, the rest even the man looks flat and like it is impossible to put his heart on him even propose to him. Still too surprising, even though the last days seem different, still leaves a lack of trust and confusion in the heart.

It seems that both Icha and Pak Hanan are at home for a long time there. Until I saw adzan maghrib did not discourage the intent of the heart part. Though Nahla already pegel had to sit face to face with the one-child widower in awkwardness.

"Consider Maghrib time, permission to mushola first, I tipped Icha for a moment?" pinta Pak Hanan is soft.

"Mc ... You're not going home?" banish Nahla impliedly. Really why he became stiff this is faced with Mas Duda who is quite dominant.

"Wants to go home and take you, how?" hanan looked seriously.

"Well! I'd say it took three days and you agreed, so just wait for that time to come." Nahla replied with a heart pauses jedug. Why so not karuan like this, stared at Mas Duda make dead style only.

"Don't shoot that Nahla Deck, I'm patient these three days, as long as you give me an answer that satisfies my heart" he replied, staring deeply.

Duh .. kok getting louder degan, new also stared gini, especially later if it really so, uh marriage. Doesn't even make a hanger. Might not faint.

"Your face is flushed, Icha's wife-to-be tipped," the man moved with a smile.