Nackal Duda
I'll Support You

Between heart and heart I must firmly let go of my relationship with Cici who is increasingly unhealthy.

The possessive and demanding cici has long made me uncomfortable. I tried to avoid him but he liked to call me by message and not infrequently called just to get me to see him.

Maybe I was fed up with his attitude as if he had me as his lover when it was clear, our relationship was only limited to each other. Nothing more.

The words of Dance asking me to stay away from my fun life slowly began to affect. I made a reason to stay away while convincing in my heart that this was the best.

So when I came home before Maghrib, I was not surprised that Tari welcomed me.

"Assalamualaikum, Husband. It turned out to be home!" He stretched out his hand to salim.

I have no power not to smile at his behavior that I consider sweet. Welcoming the return of the husband with a neat and fragrant makeup and a smile on his face. Tired me as if I was lost.

"Vaalaikumsalam. I made my promise this morning!" I replied as I gave my hand to him salim.

"That's so dong! His name is a cool Imam!" Dari held out her two thumbs for me while smiling sweetly. His smile was like describing his happy heart seeing me come home quickly.

"Let's go in! I'm thirsty!" take me.

"Come on! I've made you ginger water with honey. Let your stamina recover." Dance embraces my arms, with us coming into the house.

"Instant ginger water or make your own?" honestly I do not like the instant ginger that directly poured hot water directly so.

"Of course the red ginger that I cleaned and cooked myself. I used another spice and I added honey. Do you like to use milk or puree water?" tanya Tari while closing the door of our house.

"Susu... you?" I mean Tari hahahaha... It seems that the boy misunderstood, thinking I asked him what his favorite was.

"I like the original. Especially if you use real red sugar. So yummy. Where do you want to drink? Living room or dining table?"

"On TV room alone!" I answered as I walked towards the TV room.

"Eitz! Wash your hands and feet first! Keep it clean and healthy!" she said, pulling my steps and leading me to the bathroom near the kitchen.

"OKAY. Huh what's with me huh? Can it be the same with you?!" my grumbling was slow but He heard it.

"That's the name Om Agas want to hear something useful for the good of Om Agas. Not according, just confirming what I said!" he said with a smile. He was busy filtering ginger water from the pot and pouring it in the glass and then pouring sweetened condensed milk for my glass.

Now I just realized that Dance is smart. Just answer my question in a smart way. It was only fitting that he had the thought of threatening me to marry her. His courage deserves a thumbs up!

I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and feet and went back to the TV room where there was warm ginger milk on the table. It turned out that it was not only, Dari even made cucur cake. Yeah, biscuits.

"It makes it yourself?" I just can't believe it. Still warm, a sign He made himself. There were no bakers around our house.

Dari nodded, her smile always adorned her face which was now wearing thin make-up but looked so pangling because of her rare make-up. "Dialog, Om. New dance learn. Don't know what tastes good?!" said low.

I took a cake and tried it. It tastes good, not much different from what you usually buy in the market. It is even better because it is still warm. "mmm... Tasty. Jago you!" my praise.

Dance smiled happily, feeling her efforts today were not in vain. My praise which is only in the form of words has been regarded as a tribute to all his efforts.

I finished a cake. I took warm ginger water and drank it, wetting my throat first before taking another cake.

"You have a talent for cooking and baking. You want to take the course? Let your abilities be honed!" I said offer.

"Course? A long way from here?" tanya Dance. His eyes sparkled hearing me offer him a course.

Yeah, well, there's no harm in paying for the course. After all, if he is good at cooking, I am also lucky. I will enjoy the delicious food made by him which is definitely healthier because it is homemade.

"We're looking for the closest one. I want you to have a good course. Hm... What if you learn to ride a motorcycle? Will I buy a motorbike so you can go anywhere by yourself? How's it?" bargained. I can't keep driving her. I also have to go to some showrooms.

"Oh... Ride the bike mah Dance can, Om! No need to study anymore. Want a gear motor, clutch or matic, Dance can be all!" answer with pride.

"Seriously? How can?" I took the third cucur and ate it. Ah this crazy thing anyway, I had to burn the fat on top to burn the snacks I ate this time. Can fat me if always do what Tari cook.

"Dance to work for school children, Om. Usually Dance is loaned the same motor that has children. So Tari take and pick up when it's time to go home from school. Pretty money for Dance's income."

"Wow! So much of your work! Why not do it again?" manya curious.

"Because the family that was the shuttle Dance moved out of town because it was assigned out of town. Even though if working to deliver their children, Tari does not need to take a job as a laundry worker. It's nice and relaxing, just wait in front of the school until they get home."

"Well, since you can bring a bike, we'll choose which bike you want!" I took my HP and showed some kind of bike to Dance. "Where do you want?"

Knee Frown Dance. "This Om seriously want to buy a new motorbike for Dance? It's expensive, Om! Not that Tari would refuse him. The dance is not good. Since yesterday it has been very good with Dance. Om has come out a lot of money to help Tari. Not yet the cost of the wedding, daily necessities Dance also Om buyin. Om want to register Dance course and now Om even want to buy Dance motor. Shy dance, Om! Dance to be someone who keeps bothering others!"

Glassy Dance Eyes. I can see sincerity in every word. She is not a matre girl. For him to live without the threat of his stepfather is enough, although now the house He fought for has been bought by others.

"Don't think about it! I have a lot of money! I seem to be living an ordinary life. Only one car, the house is not too luxurious. I don't want to live excessively. If you think I got into trouble because of you, you're wrong!"

I held onto both shoulders of Dance and spoke while looking straight into her eyes.

"Heard me! You are now my wife! If I abandon you, I will sin. I am not a religious man, but I know that I will sin if I abandon you. Now, if you want to develop your talent I will support. You want a cooking course, I pay. You need a motor, I buy it. Because what? Because if you're smart, you'll make me proud. Show everyone that you are smart. Learn a lot and become a more advanced person!"

Then the eyes that had been glazed since then also shed tears. "Thank you, Om. Thanks though. Om is the helper god that God sent to make Dance happy."

Really it? Am I really a god of help? Am I not a demon who misleads girls?

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