Not the Perfect Wife
126. S2 - Nuri's
"Assalamualaikum" said Afrin, who had just returned from school. He came with his best friend Nuri. This was the first time the girl had brought a friend home.
"Waalaikumsalam, it's home, dear. Are there any friends of yours too?" ask Yasna.
"Good day, Auntie. Introduce my name Nuri," Nuri said while kissing the back of Yasna's hand.
"Call Mother, yes."
"Yes, Mother."
"Nuri would like to stay here, may, right, Mother?" ask Afrin.
"certainly could. Mother seneng, this house is getting rame."
"Thank you, Mother. We go in first. There are still schoolwork to be done." Afrin walked to her room and pulled her best friend's hand. However, it was prevented by Yasna.
"Lunch first!"
"We've had lunch outside, Mother."
"Yes, let's bring some drinks to your room later."
"Give me, Mother." Afrin invites Nuri into her room on the second floor.
Nuri was so amazed by the contents of Afrin's house. Just this time he came to such a luxurious house. Even Vira's house isn't this big. The girl thought that Afrin must be richer than Vira, but she was happy because this friend of hers was not arrogant.
Afrin is different from Vira who is arrogant and bossy. Although they are friends, but Vira likes to behave arbitrarily to others.
"Come, come in, Ri!" take Afrin with you after opening the door to her room.
"Your room is very nice, Frin. This is huge. If it is the same as my house, this is, mah, half of my house," Nuri said while looking at the contents of Afrin's room.
"Whatever the house is, it is important to be comfortable for us to live in" Afrin said. "If you want to take a shower there, yes, you just wear my clothes. It's in the closet, "indicate Afrin.
"No, ah, I'm afraid of dirtying your bathroom."
"Ih, what the hell, I can't do that. You don't know me. We've been friends a long time."
"No pa-pa, right?" asked Nuri hesitantly.
"Yes, nothing" replied Afrin. "The towel's in the bathroom too."
"Yes." Yeah."
Nuri enters the bathroom. Afrin put her body on the bed while playing with a cell phone. Suddenly a message came in from an unknown number. When he read it turned out to be a message from Ihsan. The girl didn't touch him at all. Afrin prefers to reply to messages from her friends.
The door was knocked by someone from outside. Too lazy to get up, Afrin asks the man in.
"Come in" said Afrin, with a slight shout.
The man opened the door and entered. It turns out it was Rani who brought drinks and also snacks.
"It's a drink and a cake that Mom made this morning, Non."
"Mother make more cake?" ask Afrin. Everyone had forbidden Yasna to do the work in the kitchen, but the woman did not want to listen to him .
Afrin understood, because the kitchen was the woman's favorite place besides the garden. At that place Yasna can be creative according to his wishes. Like today, making a cake. The cake was still there yesterday.
"Yes, No."
"Mother loves to make cakes."
"Yes, but the cake that was yesterday is still there."
"Yes already, Ma'am. Just put it there."
"Yes, Non. Excuse me," said Rani who was taken by Afrin.
"What's up, Frin?" tanya Nuri who just came out of the bathroom.
"There's nothing, just now there was Rani's sister delivering drinks with the cake, it's on the table. If you want, just eat."
"This is your Mother's cake?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"It sure tastes good. You also often take it to school."
"I eat, huh?"
"Yes, just eat it" replied Afrin. "I'm gonna take a shower first." Afrin went to the bathroom.
"Eh, but I'm still wearing the towel."
"It's okay, there's still a towel inside. You don't forget to wear clothes, then know there's a guy in the room, just know the taste."
"Aren't you going to lock the door? Where do I keep it, dong?"
"If you want to change, go in there, honey," pointed Afrin at a locker room.
"It's amazing indeed. Just change clothes, there is a room of its own" muttered Nuri who was impossible to hear by Afrin, because the girl had already entered the bathroom.
When opening the closet, Nuri was surprised to see so many and nice clothes.
"Well! It's a wardrobe or a clothing store a lot of clothes and nice again." The touch of the clothes made Nuri even more amazed.
"The fabric is also smooth. It must be very expensive. Which clothes am I wearing? Here where there's cheap clothes." Nuri tries to find ugly clothes. However, the girl did not find him.
"Geez! You haven't dressed yet!" afrin exclaimed who had come out of the bathroom.
"What clothes am I confused about? All your clothes are fine, where can I wear them."
"You're all there, you don't have everything. You think clothes can talk. Just put this on, don't use my marks."
Afrin gave the clothes that were still in the papper bag. He couldn't give his friend a second-hand shirt.
"It's new, I'm just wearing your old one. Borrowing a new shirt?"
"No pa-pa, just put that shirt on. There's a brother coming in."
Inevitably, Nuri immediately put on the clothes given by Afrin. Their bodies are indeed the same until the clothes look very suitable on Nuri's body.
"It's so pretty of you, Ri," Afrin praised as she watched her best friend walk out of the dressing room.
"I don't care, Frin. Really, deh. No ugly clothes? Your clothes are all good."
"If bad is thrown away. Do you want to wear clothes that have been broken?"
"Yes, that's not it, too" replied Nuri. "This shirt is too good.
"Oh, you look so pretty. There will certainly be many guys who are clingy with you."
"You are not entertaining, it makes me less confident." said Nuri with a frown.
Nuri never dated. Her parents taught her not to be close to any man because of that, she never responded to any man who wanted to approach her. In fact, not infrequently Nuri also asked her friends to expel every man who came to tease her.
"Stand, yeah. I'm gonna change clothes first, then we'll do the job." Afrin immediately headed for the dressing room.
"Yes." Yeah."
'May you stay like this, Frin. Not like our other friends. I'm sure you'll always be good,'
While waiting for Afrin, Nuri opened her book. He also picked up the Afrin book that was on the study table. Do not forget the cake served to accompany his solitude.
"Why do you write my book too? I can do it myself" asked Afrin. She felt bad for Nuri, as if she thought her friend was her assistant.
"No pa-pa, just a little doang."
"Next time don't be like this, yeah."
"Yes." Yeah."
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