Not a Bet Woman
Queen Candidate

"As far as father is concerned" suddenly Hasna's voice broke the silence.

But despite the sound of the word "whatever", but the look on Hasna's face looks upset.

"I'm sorry, son, I can't be a good father to you. Though what I always hope is your happiness," said Mr. Budi with glassy eyes.

"Don't talk like that Dad was the best dad for us. We don't know what our fate would be if there was no father" Hasna's body splashed into Budi's arms.

The atmosphere of haru also returned to pass until their arms were broken when it sounded a nurse came to check the blood pressure of Mr. Budi.

Hasna's phone is vibrating.

Drrt..

"Assynogaic"

"Girishal"

"What time's home? can I pick you up?"

Hasna smiled to herself reading the message she received, which turned out to be from Ozza.

"God willing to come home at four in the afternoon, all waiting for the mother to come to the Hospital" Hasna replied.

"Alright, at four in the afternoon I'll wait in front of the Hospital" Ozza replied.

"Yes" the last reply from Hasna ended their short conversation.

No time passed so quickly that Farida's mother had returned to the Hospital at exactly four in the afternoon.

"Hasna said to go home first yeah, bun. Assalamualaikum." the hooded girl kissed her parents' hands.

"Vaalaikumsakam. Yes son, be careful on the road" replied Hasna's father and mother.

With a little running Hasna down the floor of the Hospital to immediately meet the adoration of the heart.

And sure enough, just as he was setting foot in front of the gate, Ozza's car was coming.

The former playboy pulled his car over and got off the steering wheel and opened the door for Hasna.

"Please enter the Princess," said Ozza as he bowed and of course the treatment of her dreadlocks immediately reddened Hasna's cheek for the first time in Mr. Putrikan by a man.

"What the hell is Ozza?" hasna said softly but was heard by a faithful man standing next to the door waiting for Hasna to enter perfectly.

But unfortunately this time Hasna was not lulled, which there was even a frown.

"Why do you think I'm the woman you've made your future Queen candidate for?" ask Hasna.

"The first and the last" Ozza replied, closing the door and then getting back into the car.

"Why smile for yourself?" ozza asked after returning to the steering wheel next to Hasna.

"How is it with you, obviously many of his exes but say I'm first and last?" hasna replied while shaking her head.

"That's your fault" said Ozza.

"I? Why am I wrong?" ask Hasna wonder.

"Yes, you are wrong to ask. If you ask how many women have I made candidates as candidates for my Queen in my palace? Obviously it's just you first and last. But, maybe if you ask how many women have been my Princess ? I will answer you, you may not be the first but you will be the last. For there are so many Princesses in their own Palace, but yet my daughter-in-law intends to make her Queen of my Palace!" answer Ozza.

Hasna again shook her head while throwing a glance out the window.

"Hasna, this afternoon we don't go straight home, yes" Ozza switched the conversation.

"Where are we going?" ask Hasna.

"There's something I want to talk to you about, where do you want us to talk?" Ozza asked back.

"At my house" replied Hasna.

"No good, there are Zahra and Najwa" Ozza refused.

"Or here, can we have a conversation?" tukas Hasna's.

"Not comfortable," Ozza again refused.

"What? do you just talk and then I listen?" sahut Hasna's.

"No, I have a comfortable place for us to talk" replied Ozza.

"Where?" Hasna asked back.

"Udah, later you will know for yourself," Ozza more speed up the speed of the vehicle to get to the destination immediately.