
Along the way, Fatih tried to make small talk. From the East to the East again. But clearly Ilya just responded with deheman, yes, yes, no. That's all! It looks very uninterested.
But instead of stopping, Fatih became more and more. Telling things that Ilya thinks are completely out of common sense.
“Ilya, do you believe not? If someone can repeat the time?” The absurd chatter seems to continue
“No.” Answer is short
“Yes too well, that's impossible. But I want to know your opinion on that, can you tell me?” Fatih wouldn't break charcoal to get Ilya to talk.
He felt like he was facing Tifa, his youngest sister who was completely flat and cold. The difference is, Ilya can still be spoken to while Tifa, the younger sister is really hard to talk to!!
Ilya seemed to think for a moment, after taking a breath he replied “As I said, I can't believe someone can make time. I've heard it said we shouldn't say we want to repeat time, because the past is the past. And I think it's also unfair to people who can repeat time.” Answer Ilya
Fatih mangosteen, he did not expect his future wife would respond seriously. Though the question he asked was the usual discussion he talked to his friends hanging out when joining.
“Hmm I also agree. Repeating time for someone, would be very unfair to everyone on this earth.”
“Iya,” Response that Fatih had expected
“Oh well, you like K-Pop?” Fatih asked back
“The song, I quite like the songs.”
“Member?”
“Not too, and also can't idolize someone too much. That is not good, I have heard a lecture, he said who we idolized when in the world, then later in Padang Mahsyar when we were gathered. The people we idolize will be raised close to us.” that's Ilya, always carrying the lecture he had heard while talking and hoping the person who heard will get bored of him.
But alas, Ilya chose the wrong opponent like him. Fatih was even very pleased with Ilya's reply. He had also heard her ab talk about his current conversation with Ilya.
“Not good? That way you can get closer to them ‘kan?”
Ilya nodded “Indeed, but I'm not a person who likes things like that. It is better that I idolize the great scholars and also the prophet Muhammad the Prophet and his friends.”
Their conversation just flowed. And Ilya was completely unaware that he was now talking at length with a stranger. Honestly speaking, Fatih was very good at stealing Ilya's attention.
Every question that Fatih asked, would definitely make Ilya interested.
“Oh yes. em.. young master, can.__”
“Fatih, call Fatih only.”
Ilya nodded “Kak Fatih, can you please stop at the supermarket on the spot?”
Fatih smiled happily at Ilya's call that remained polite “Happy.” Answer
Not felt, the car also arrived in front of the mansion. “I'm down here, brother.”
“No, let me take you to the yard. All greet aunt and om.” The reason, well that was only Fatih's reason for being able to linger with Ilya
Ilya just nodded. After a security guard opened the gate, Fatih drove up to the courtyard of the mansion.
The car stopped, seen in the side yard there Ilya family was gathering. Fatih gulped her hard saliva at the sight of the future father-in-law, and her future sister-in-law looked intently at her as she got out of the car.
‘Can!’
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After resting for a while, Akifa wanted to take a walk to the side of the mansion's front courtyard. He accidentally saw a swing and a cocoa house under a catapult tree that looks beautiful. Makes Akifa want to go there for a leisurely walk. Moreover, the front and side pages were very spacious.
“There is also an elevator well mas.” Said Akifa who was being held by her husband out of the elevator
“It is very unlikely that in this mansion there is no elevator considering the possessiveness of father.” His father was very clean could not have not installed an elevator in the mansion
Akifa smiled amusedly while nodding. He felt anxious with his two in-laws who always seemed harmonious and romantic beating a young couple.
“What's up? Why smile?” Dylan asked to see his grim wife indistinctly
“Hehe did not mas, same father mother still looks romantic well. Was it rich in the past?” Looking up at her tall husband. The height of Akifa is only up to the neck of the husband requires her to look up and honestly sometimes it makes her neck hurt itself.
Though according to him, he is quite tall with a height of 165 cm.
“Never change, father's attitude is always like that of mother. Do not know the place and time, fortunately now mas already usual.”
“Hahaha looks like now I'm the one to get used to well mas.” He answered with a big smile. Because they intend to stay there until Akifa gives birth.
“Hopefully we will also be rich mother same father to old well mas.” Swallowed her distended stomach
Dylan smiled knot and then put his hand on the hand of the wife who is in the stomach “Aamiin. we try.”.
“Can indeed? It's hard mas. I see you are a romantic man. While mas..hmmm.” Scanning her husband from top to bottom
“Well, there is no romance.” Raising both shoulders as if indifferent, well when indeed her husband is not too able to be romantic. But Akifa is still in love!
“Oh... Nantangin the story? Okay, if that's what Muhammad's wife Dylan Sam wants, I'll do it, lady Dylan.” Without warning, Dylan immediately carried the wife ala bridal
Akifa strangled restrained, suddenly he wrapped his hands around the neck of the husband “Mas.. don't ngagetin can ‘kan?”
Dylan laughed softly “Mas guess in the novels Ilya always read scenes like this right.”
“Ilya like to read mas novels?” Akifa asked with an incredulous face. Seeing the nature of Ilya, he did not believe the words of the husband at all
“So-so, Ilya also read Novels. Like the novel you've been reading lately.”
Akifa-mangut, although there is a sense of disbelief but heard Dylan say it without hesitation Ilya so believe suddenly.
“Still want something more romantic? Or do we go for a romantic dinner while looking at the cityscape? To Paris suppose?” Ask Dylan again as he steps up
Akifa Looking up to see her husband with sparkling face “Paris mas? Doesn't it? Can we go to Paris? Want... want. I want mas!!” Akifa replied excitedly. One of Akifa's dreams before the end of life he once made during High School was to go to Paris!
Seeing his wife's enthusiasm makes a wide smile rise in Dylan's lips “Of course, even around the world mas can bring a wife mas!” He boasted
“Yakin? Not busy busy bangat yah?”
“If about it can be arranged. When do we go to Paris, how? Hmm?” Dylan didn't want to make his wife sad. Honestly, all this time he was always busy in the hospital, but for 5 months he will leave and accompany his wife in the mansion of both parents.
Akifa's face again sparkles “True mas? Yesss was finally able to get to Paris as well.” Girang Akifa, almost he jumped in the arms of her husband before a long ultimatum was given by Dylan which made Akifa again silent
“Hehe sorry mas.. I am pleasure, can all honeymoon ‘kan.”
Dylan grunts “Senik heh. displeased.. but do not jump-jump also dear, Good luck mas strong. If you can't get it!” he returned to his feet just after he had stopped because Akifa was about to jump
“But true also well, we can all honeymoon.”
”Kan.. I'm already impatient.”
Dylan smiled, he lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips “Where else? What romantic things do you want? Hmm?”
“I want to be invited to ride basoka mas.” The voice of someone very familiar to Dylan and Akifa sounded from the direction of the kitchen.
Suddenly both of them turned to see the source of the sound “Maxonya mas Dylan..” Excited Ilmy approached the couple just by using a negligee and hair in a makeshift bun.
In the late afternoon like this, no servants were allowed to enter the mansion. Because Ilmy rarely uses the hijab if in the mansion.
“Cie... Which looks rich newlyweds even though they already want to be parents.” Temptation again
Akifa's face was red because she was being carried by her husband. Intentions want to make Dylan put her down but the coded instead smile sweetly without trying the code.
“Jomblo carat move.” Dylan quipped a slanted smile
Ilmy chokes on spit hearing the words of her twin sister “Huh! Have an arrogant partner!!”
“Iya dong.” Dylan answered, lengthening his voice “Iya right dear.” Peeping his wife's forehead
“Mas.” Tegur Akifa “Sorry Brother Ilmy, Dylan mas the person is indeed rather laen.”
Ilmy chuckles “Iya true Fa, hahahhah.”
While Dylan snorted “Honey.” Emphasizing words
“Hehehe sorry mas. Kan mas Dylan is different from others, is not her husband Akifa?”
Dylan smiling knot “Iya dong babe.” Answer with pride
While Ilmy turned the eyeball lazy to see the behavior of the couple in front of him that makes his singles soul struggling for marriage!
‘Sabar, the doi still like lari’
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