Not the Perfect Wife
135. S2 - Friends Afrin
"Afrin, call Papa and Brother in the room, say the dinner is ready" Yasna ordered Afrin.
"Yes, Mother" said Afrin.
The girl soon passes to her brother and papa's room, leaving behind Yasna and Nuri. Rani has gone to the back.
"Om same Aydin's brother has come home, Mother?" ask Nuri.
"Have you known Aydin?"
"Just know that she's Afrin's sister. If you know, not yet."
"Yes, yesterday, when you were sleeping, Aydin had dinner outside. The next morning he also left first so, had not had time to acquaintance. Later Mommy knows it, but it should not be flirtatious, remember you are still a child," said Yasna commemorating his daughter's friend. She doesn't want Nuri to be like the other girls who always flirt with men first.
"Mother, you know what I mean. Joking, Mother," Nuri said as she chuckled.
"You, the little ones love to tease parents" Yasna said as she pinched Nuri's cheek making the girl grimace.
"Seru once seemed to be, again talking about what, huh?" asked Emran who just walked into the dining room.
"There's nothing, Pa. Just a casual conversation" replied Yasna.
"You're Afrin's friend, right? Who stayed here yesterday?" emran asked with a look at Nuri.
"Yes, Om. I want to stay here again. Can you, right, Om?" asked Nuri with a smile.
"Come, just don't forget to pay. Nothing is free in this world."
"Ah, um, I like to joke. I don't have any money."
"I'm not kidding. I'm serious, did you see my face again kidding?"
Nuri fell silent while looking at Emran and Yasna. The girl did not bring money at all if she had to pay, what did she pay for? Even for the school fees, he was scared.
"Already, you do not hear the talk of Om. He's just kidding." Yasna chuckled at Nuri's shocked face. The girl thought what Emran said was true.
"Right, right, Mother? You're just kidding?" tanya Nuri made sure. He wanted to know the answer that convinced him that Emran was just joking.
"Yes, Om joking," Yasna replied with a laugh. "Already, Pa. Don't tease people's children."
"Om, the jokes are not funny, ah," said Nuri lethargic. The girl sat down lethargic, she was completely shocked.
"Partially you, call my wife Mother, call me Om. Call Papa dong too! Just like Afrin."
"Can, Om?" ask Nuri.
"Father!"
"Can, Pa?" tanya Nuri who is possessed by Emran. "OK, from now on I call Papa and Mommy. It's even better if I'm a ghost, Mother."
"Eh, you're doing it, huh?" sidelines Emran by glaring his eyes. Yasna was also surprised to hear what the girl was saying.
They laugh together. Everyone knows that their conversation is just a joke.
"What's this about? To make you laugh like that?" tanya Afrin who just came along with Aydin.
"It's okay. Come, sit! We eat, it'll be cold" Yasna said.
"Yes, Mother."
Nuri looked at Aydin. The girl did not expect that the older brother of her friend, looked very handsome and cool while wearing casual clothes. He didn't blink at all.
Thick eyebrows. The black and resolute Netra, made anyone who was stared at would melt away. A pointed nose, black hair adds to its good looks. Nuri's world was centered on him.
"Close that mouth, your saliva has dripped from earlier" whispered Afrin who could only be heard by the two of them.
Nuri. He immediately rubbed his lips, apparently there was nothing, Afrin lied to him. The girl looked at her best friend with a cynical look. Afrin just laughed.
"You're not very handsome. Every day you don't get this cool."
"You are the one who lacks attention. He is the same as in previous days. You're just busy away from the boys at school. Never seen them one by one, which is cooler than brother is also a lot."
"Well, there's something cooler than your brother. He knows perfectly! I want to be, too, your sister-in-law."
"Remember," Afrin replied in a loud voice making everyone look at her.
"What's up, Dhek?" ask Yasna.
"There's nothing, Mother. Here, the Nuri wants to know brother. I told him I knew, let him know himself," Afrin replied lying.
Nuri immediately stomped on Afrin's feet because her friend had put her to shame. Afrin could have said that, although it was true that she wanted to get to know her brother.
"Oh," ringis Afrin.
"Always, Dhek?"
"There is nothing, Mother," replied Afrin. He glanced towards Nuri who pretended to do nothing.
"Mother forgot, Mommy also said that Nuri wanted to know him as Aydin," said Yasna. "Do you know Nuri yet, sister?" yasna asked Aydin.
"Just know, Mother. If he's Afrin's friend, but doesn't know his name."
"You know first, come on!"
"Nuri, you're an acquaintance of Aydin. You should also call him a sister dama like Afrin, huh."
"Yes, Mother." Nuri extended her hand towards Aydin, the man greeted her. "Mistress, Brother."
"Aydin." The man immediately took off his hand making Nuri disappointed.
"Remember, yes, Brother!" Afrin gave affirmation to his best friend, to consider Aydin like his brother.
"Yes" Nuri said with a forced smile towards Afrin.
"Already, come on, continue eating!" sela Yasna's.
They eat with gourmand. Yasna cuisine is loved by all. There is no word of bored if the woman who processed food.
"Son, what did you talk to Nayla? Did he also tell you about his engagement?" ask Yasna.
"Sir Nayla wants a fiancee, Mommy?" sela Afrin's. The girl was surprised to hear that. She also had no idea what had happened to her brother and Nayla yesterday.
Yasna only looked at the son without answering Afrin's question. He let Aydin tell it, but if the man doesn't want the story, let it be their secret.
"Yes, Mother. She told me that she was going to get engaged to Rizki, but I felt that there was something Nayla was hiding, Mother."
"So, someone's heartbroken, right?" afrin Goda. However, it was not responded by Aydin.
"Is it possible that Nayla and I are not a match, Mother?" ask Aydin.
"They're newly engaged, brother. Not married, everything can still change, married people can get divorced." It was not Yasna who answered, but Afrin. The girl was also unwilling if Nayla became someone else's wife. She wanted her sister-in-law to be just Nayla.
Aydin thought about his sister's words. It was true that everything could still change, but after what happened, was it possible that he still had a chance?
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