My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 9

Instantly Nahla held her heated face, ashamed of it. Mr. Hanan is really an unsettling Duda, can-can say honestly. It is still in the living room with Icha who looks mesem-mesem approaching.

"Miss, the mushola's far away huh?" asked the girl chattering normalizing her face that had been a little unnatural.

"No, some house from here, let's go in Icha, pray at home same miss and ibuk."

Nahla comes in, looks like Bu Kokom just took ablution. Then move to the worship room.

"Icha take ablution first, can you?"

The little girl nodded, followed by Nahla who had already removed her hijab. After the greeting, Nahla still lingered in the room of the mushola. Icha is busy with Ms. Komariah in the kitchen. The girl seemed enthusiastic to come along and prepare the dinner menu.

"Mom, how many plates, does it continue at the dinner table?" tanya Nahla still did not breathe a sigh of relief. I hope that man comes home soon. Not dislike, but suddenly he was difficult to make motion. Make heart trouble and heart anxiety only.

"Well, of course, the cook is here. Na, please it's fritters ibuk seen, later charred," said Bu Kokom while tidying the table.

Icha himself was seen sitting in one of the chairs by playing a game on his phone.

"Oh, really, buggy Buk, greetings ... How is this?" pekik Nahla splash herself.

"Eh, actually Na. Waduh .. not pa-pa, still can be saved, not too brown. You must not concentrate, his father's mind Icha yes," guess Mom smiled.

"No, the guy here is ripe gini, why do think Buk, the guy is not here either."

"Hihihi .. soon it seems like my mother will be a ghost, finally you sold out also Nduk."

"Jeez Buk .. Nahla's age is still twenty-three almost twenty-four. So no need to rush."

"Accepted with roomy chest Nduk, your soul mate is actually close," said the mother does not matter at all. Even if a widower, the important sholeh and responsible.

The sound of greetings accompanied by footsteps filled the room. Nahla returned unsettled to hear her approaching voice.

Let's go home, don't be long!

Nahla's wish will never be realized. Because I'm offering an official dinner instead.

"Ow .. so ngrepotin Buk." That was Mr. Hanan's voice, but inwardly agreed with pleasure.

"Not at all, come on in! Sorry, it's like this. Mas Hanan was impromptu anyway, so I'm not ready."

"Hahaha, yes Buk, sorry, this is also more than enough."

"Let's go ahead please Mas Hanan!" exclaims Fathers please.

"Where's the thing, Buk?" asked me not to find his daughter.

"There sir" said the girl who had just come out of the room. Join in the dining room clumsily. Why is it so Nahla who is difficult to move at home, while Mr. Hanan looks relaxed while sitting with Mr and Ibuk.

"Come please Mas Hanan take it!" ibuk Exclamation.

"Thank you, ma'am," she replied calmly. Slightly glanced at Nahla who had not yet taken the menu.

"I like this Buk, mateng perfect, Miss just know," he replied unexpectedly. Making Nahla pingin roll it made.

Ah ... the man was good at praising as well as it turned out. It must be because I feel bad.

"Icha don't eat?" ask Miss Nahla to see the little girl just shut up.

"Not hungry yet, just later," the girl replied just accompany her.

"Why dear, no taste, or want Miss friedin egg just as soy sauce," bargained Nahla who seems to be taken enthusiastically by Icha.

"Darling, eat there, sit down!" reprimand Mr. Hanan shook his head slowly.

"No pa-pa, let's go miss to the kitchen."

It is fitting that the child is very close, Nahla never limits and tries to understand the wishes of children.

"Can Pa?" tanya Icha makes sure.

The thirty-five-year-old man nodded, leaving his daughter a bit of a hassle in the home of his future mother.

Dinner was quite solemn. After completing the last Icha dinner session, it seems that the man was about to leave.

"Thank you, sir, Buk, so take it."

"Not at all, Icha want to be here?" bargain mommy mince words.

"Can't you, Pa?" The girl took it seriously.

"Home home, baby, play again tomorrow and pick up Miss Nahla," Hanan gently persuaded.

After saying goodbye to mom and dad, Nahla took him outside to the front of her car.

"Be careful! The drug!" Nahla waves with a smile.

"Don't forget the good news, Dek," the man said before moving on. Getting into his car left a faint smile on his face. Not as much as I was yesterday, but still it still feels strange.

Even stranger at night before bed. When Nahla herself could not even be shut down because she thought about her impromptu pin. He was made speechless with a message that was sent to his phone in the style of psychic.

[Not sleeping, not thinking too much, just thinking about me. Happy resting]~ Father Icha

Nahla could hardly believe the man was sending out a sentence of maximum confidence. Instead of falling asleep quickly, there is Nahla increasingly thought of the behavior of Mr. Duda who is quite unsettling.

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