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**The next day Mila was completely out of the luxurious room.
Mila returns home to Habil in her luxury car, Habil drives himself because he does not like being sopiri if there are no urgent interests and long trips.
In the car they told me , Mila did not hesitate to first meet Habil also answered kindly although a little quiet , maybe it was innate character so.
"pardon your words at that time if it offends you" said Habil was not comfortable with his mother's behavior.
"what's wrong, I understand how natural it is that you are afraid of anyways we just know, right said her mother mas if I intend to be evil maybe I will report the mas to the police " reply Mila relax
Mila understands the attitude of Habil's mother, whereas Habil's mother is only a mode so that her child can relate to Mila.
"stop in front of the mas" said Mila softly after being seen already close to his boarding.
Habil obeyed Mila's orders, they came down right in front of a small alley.
Habil saw that this alley was not enough through his car.
"why can't get in the car, so narrow why choose a place like this" said Habil asked a row of questions that only answered one word with Mila.
"CHEAP" Mila began to care for habil who is now chatty according to him.
"you are very stingy, you work in a famous cafe your salary must be big, see if this contract is very small, you are too calculated with money" Habil exclaimed.
Mila just stares at her sharply, she starts to get uncomfortable with Habil who is protesting her stingy nature.
"i have arrived please mas go home, thanks for the treatment now let me rest in peace" said Mila who spoke with a wide smile forced.
"you're being disrespectful I'm taking you, 'well I'll go home and see you, I hope this is our last meeting" Habil replied, he immediately turned and walked over without looking again.
Mila was throwing her rough breath.
"rich man, do not know how economical he can buy anything just point , handsome face but his mouth judes like a woman" muttered Mila then opened the door.
Mila starts tidying up the house she stayed for one week , Mila drops her body on her floor mattress.
"Huhhhh,, tired of it, I have to take medicine better I order a meal first, I have to recover quickly in order to make more money coffers" said Mila
"one week should I've bagged many tips, aaaaarghhh"!!! mila shouted stifled at the thought of the money she should have in her grasp.
On the way Habil was still thinking about the office after he stayed one week.
Although he works while walking but still disheveled.
Habil did not go directly to the office, he headed towards his house he would not go to the office today because Habil wanted to sleep properly.
During keeping Mila Habil always sleep on the sofa, actually her sofa is very comfortable because the length of the sofa does not match her height be a body bya sick all.
Until at home Habil saw the situation was very quiet there were only servants, Habil did not intend to ask because he was very tired and wanted to rest.
Habil arrived at home at 13:00 he immediately cleaned his body and immediately fell asleep.
While Habil's parents were in the rear gazebo, they spent their time talking alone, while the twins had not yet returned home.
"but he's a mah night singer, don't you think" replied the Sultan
"since when did papah compare caste pah!" exclaimed Maryam ma'am did not believe her greeting, all this time Mr. Sultan is famous for his simplicity but this time Maryam ma'am was surprised.
"that's not what papah mah means, listen to papah's explanation first"
Sultan tried to explain his reasons.
Maryam's mother still scowled because she caught her husband disapproving of her idea.
"this loh mah, mamah will know the nature of Habil how , we do not be selfish mah we have to see also how the girl feels , if so and know how Habil speaks sharply to her, all must be thought of mah, we are also the sinful if the girl is depressed" said Habil's father gently
"and mamah knows for himself he's a night singer even though he works in a famous cafe with a strict escort, but still he's a night singer, papah is afraid Habil insulting her mah , mamah will know how the nature of Habil who does not like women like that" continued Habil's father gently, he was very careful not to want the wife to be offended could bother his business.
Miss Maryam seemed to think indeed what her husband said was the truth, they should not be selfish she also had to think about the idea.
"but it has not been tried to reward, the girl from the outside perfectly pah, her eyes look invisible if she's a double eye, we try first is just an approach right" kekeh ma'am Maryam if this is how her husband can no longer say.
"it's up to you, papa just support it while the intention is good" replied Habil's father because he did not want to argue anymore, free to argue with the woman who felt most right.
"well mama who will arrange papah just look, mamah must have succeeded mamah already want to have a daughter-in-law and a grandchild pah" said Maryam who began to make her husband's thigh as a pillow.
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While on campus the twins were still talking in the cafeteria, they still thought of what gifts they would give to their helper goddess.
"Just giman Na" asked Hani enthusiastically
"you we want to give to Brother Mila why you chose your favorite thing" said Hana
"heheheye yes, donk bag is good" replied Hani with his bright smile.
"the other one"
"do not be confused just a bag women will like Na's bag" replied Hani
"you who like my bag don't like it" replied Hana
"how the cake will be delicious cake later we buy in our subscription how" Hani gave his idea that was answered by his realized sign of disapproval.
"so what donk!" spliced
"that looks inexhaustible and effective, remember we have a debt of gratitude same brother Mila sangaaaaaatttt big Ni , so we also have to respond effectively what yaaaaaa"Hana seemed to think hard.
Then they exchanged dann lyrics
"how about the gift nyaaaaaa
ABANG HABIL" said they were compact then they laughed freely as if getting a funny laugh...
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how her gift what her gift is babang Habil true ,,, simakkk keepsssss ππππππ**