Not the Perfect Wife
125. S2 - You are beautiful
"Sister's clothes are nice, huh?" praise Afrin for looking at Nayla's work.
"Alhamdulillah, if you like. My brother was happy to hear it. Hope people like it too. At least the effort I did was not in vain" Nayla said with a smile.
"Most certainly like it, brother. It's pretty."
"Amen."
Since childhood, Nayla has loved to see design magazines. He often asked his neighbor who was a junkie. It was not uncommon for him to find some there. His neighbors were happy to give without asking for anything.
"Ehemm ..." Deheman of someone made the two girls turn their heads.
"Sister, why are you here?"
That person is Aydin. He was driving around. Look around the boutique.
"Not just look around" Aydin replied.
"Sir Nayla, where is the toilet? I suddenly fell off."
"There's a back. You want me to be with you?" tawar Nayla's.
"No need, I can do it myself."
After Afrin left, the atmosphere felt awkward. Only this time they were in one room. Nayla did not dare to look at Aydin.
"How many people have applied here?" ask Aydin. He was trying to melt the atmosphere.
"There are some, anyway. I just haven't hired them, just one. I know my budget is limited."
Silent back, they are both confused about what to say. Only a breath could be heard by the two.
"You're beautiful to wear a hijab" Aydin praised in a soft voice. However, it could still be heard by Nayla.
The girl was wrong. However, he tried to look ordinary. This time Aydin praised him. Before that, the man was cynical with her.
"Every day I'm not pretty, huh?"
"Beauty, anyway. All women are also relatively beautiful, but there's something special about when you wear them."
Nayla's face was blushing, I don't know what. He just lowered his head to hide his face, so that this man in front of him would not see.
"Not to be ashamed. I'm the only one here."
"What, the hell, Mas?"
"Finally you kept bowing. Are you looking for coins?"
"Mother said Mas Aydin was stiff, but it wasn't either."
"That's just Mommy who likes ugly children," muttered Aydin, but Nayla understood, it was just a joke. The girl knew how unfortunately the family was towards Yasna.
"May I ask you something? And I hope you answer it honestly."
"Yes, go ahead."
"Do you have a boyfriend or a man who is close to you?" aydin asked with a look on Nayla's face that was still down.
"Nothing, Mom. Why why?"
"Can I approach you?"
Nayla pecked with her mouth open. He was so surprised by what Aydin said. I don't know what the man ate earlier, why suddenly asked like that.
"Don't open his mouth wide. Later there will be flies in," said Aydin.
Nayla shut her mouth immediately. Again the girl was wrong. Being in one room together with Aydin made him unwell. The body feels cold hot, the heart pounding irregularly, the feeling is not calm.
"What do you mean, Mom? I don't understand?" nayla asked, she wanted to convince him what the girl heard. Nayla was afraid, it was just her excessive self-confidence.
"I think you quite understand what I said earlier, I want to approach you. The term children today PDKT. Honest for my love is not there yet, but in my heart, I want to have you. I'm amazed at you and everything you do makes me always look at you."
The girl remembered Yasna's words, if we were to find a good husband in any respect. He also wanted to know how the personality was and all about the man.
"I'm not going to force you. Just accept whatever I do that's all. The rest It Let the time be decisive because I am the same. I also want to start from the beginning. You must understand, right, I mean?" ask Aydin.
The man didn't want to force Nayla. He just wanted the girl to give him a chance to show his efforts in order to melt Nayla's heart.
"I understand, Mas. Like you said if I had to choose a life partner, which is good in any respect. I'd also like to know how your personality and all about your life."
"So you want to know each other?"
Nayla just smiled and nodded. Whatever the outcome will be, hopefully all is well.
"Thank you, hopefully I won't let you down."
"I'm the same, too, Mom. Hopefully we don't disappoint each other and don't hurt each other."
"Whatever the result, we must take care of each other's feelings and hearts. How's it?" ask Aydin.
"Yes, Mas. I agree." Nayla thinks this may be her way to get to know who Aydin is. Whether they are fooled or not, let God decide. They just try to get to know each other.
"We'll just go out, Mom. It's not good that we're both here."
"Yes, the three are demons, right? You get ready, after this they'll mock us."
"They're who?"
"You'll know later."
Nayla frowned. However, he still followed Aydin. I don't know who that guy meant. Nayla doesn't want to get dizzy.
"House master finally came out as well. From earlier we were all waiting for it turns out they were busy dating," Yasna said.
Yasna deliberately wanted to tease the two. The woman was happy if her son wanted to get close to Nayla.
Aydin was silent. Nayla was wrong. The girl was ashamed of being insinuated like that, even though there was currently only Aydin's family and his family alone.
"We're not dating. We just had a little chat," said Nayla. He doesn't want others to think that's not true about him.
"Well, now we're talking about it, not me and him" Afrin interrupted making Nayla wrong. While others laugh giggling.
"It looks like it fits, Ms. Yasna. I agree, ", said Rini.
"I agree too, Ma'am. How they live."
"What the hell are you talking about, Mom. Already, do not be tempted just by the pound," said Doni, the husband of Bu Rini.
"But, really, Dad. They fit, one handsome, one beautiful" said Rini.
"Yes, Mr. Doni. Does Mr. Doni not want to bangnya cepet-cepet nikah, teria love grandchildren for us?" ask Yasna.
Nayla is getting embarrassed. This is what Aydin meant. Totally disgraceful.
"Mother, already. Naylaanya embarrassed," interrupted Aydin.
"Alright, Mother is not seduced anymore, as long as you quickly halalin. It's not good to date for long."
Instead of stopping the teasing, Yasna became more and more, it seemed like Alina's blood was rushing through her body. They love to tease their kids.
"Whatever, Mother, come on."
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