
"What's this?" zein asked when he saw Sapphira running because she was chased by Lutfi.
Hearing the voice of someone reprimanding him, Sapphira stopped and replied, "This man is making trouble, Bang. I can't come with him home! I am his wife, right! Where can he play live." Safira looked in annoyance. Intentionally cornered Lutfi for Zein to defend her.
"It's not so, Bang. It's malem. I have to go home to take care of Naya. The nanny also has to go home. Cook the boy alone, pity, don't you, Bang?" lutfi replied that he would not lose.
"I'm now his mother, right, Bang. Why does this stingy guy keep preventing me from meeting my daughter? Why is he always a reason? From today I also have the right to meet my daughter? Try you think, who has a problem here, Fira or this weird guy. He's a total bitch!" safira answered with more emotion.
Zein folded his hands, staring seriously. Being a loyal audience. In reality, he wanted to laugh.
"It's not that, Ra. It wasn't clear. This part is malem. You just rest, later if you are sick, om same aunt must be angry with me. Seriously, Bang, I'm just worried!" Lutfi began to lower her tone. So that Sapphira would understand the meaning.
"Ra come on, I don't want you to get sick. I said yes!" lutfi said while chasing Safira.
"Lying, Bang. He didn't say that. He said you don't beat my daughter. Later my daughter will be a crybaby, an angry baker of your cake!" safira's reply lies.
"Lying, Bang. Dah, I didn't say that!" Lutfi looked confused. Because he was afraid, Zein trusted his sister more.
Unfortunately, Safira did not listen to him. Without a word this beautiful woman also stepped back to leave two men who did not understand her wish. But Lutfi did not want to lose, he immediately followed the angry woman.
While Zein just kept quiet while smiling holding back a laugh. How not? Now it was not only her who bothered with Safira's whining. There was Lutfi who also fared the same as him.
"Patience, Bro, patience. Take a deep breath and then exhale. After that, just follow her wish. Instead of you dizzy," said Zein. Actually he's being teased, happy, because he has a friend of his own.
"Ah, Brother. Know ah!" lutfi replied annoyed. Not wanting the Princess to get angry again, Lutfi finally ran to catch up with the angry woman. While Zein just laughed watching the silly quarrel of the two lovebirds.
"Ra, wait!" call Lutfi.
"What the hell!" Safira looks angry.
"Don't be so angry! Dengerin first!" lutfi Pinta.
"No way, you're going to forbid me from coming along. Aye right?"
"No, it's not like that. It's a shame, I went home on a motorcycle anyway. You will sleep. It was cold" said Lutfi.
"Tu really! You'll tell me to stay home. I deliberately forbid to meet Naya. You are evil, you know!" sapphire's eyes look teary.
Lutfi could only sigh deeply. Not wanting to continue arguing, he was finally forced to invite the crybaby woman.
"All right, all right, don't cry. Come on!" bring Lutfi. Then he took off his jacket and asked the woman to wear it.
"Well, wear!" tell Lutfi.
"You wear it, just for you. You're the one driving" Safira replied.
"No, you'll be cold too. It's you who drive," Safira replied that he would not lose.
Hearing the wife's reply certainly presents a hope in Lutfi's heart and mind. In his heart and mind, this handsome man hoped that his meeting with Sapphira would not only be present but that Lutfi would want this to be fate as well. Fate that accompanied his steps until later. Until death do us part.
I don't know why Lutfi suddenly wanted that. In fact, Sapphira was always indistinctly angry with him. Barbarians and always wins alone. However, it is not uncommon to go home Sapphira also good and attention to him.
For example, as at this time. They are in angry mode. But, without them noticing, affection was also suddenly present. And it is undeniable that the affection also provides calm for both of them.
"Later to sleep, say yes!" lutfi said as Safira climbed on the bike.
"Yes, baffles. I can't wait to meet my beloved!" safira said with a beautiful smile.
"Hand!" pinta Lutfi when he started doing his vehicle.
Safira did not refuse, he immediately took both sides of Lutfi's jacket. I doubt it, but I cannot refuse it either.
***
Tonight, it wasn't just Lutfi who had hope. Both of Zein's parents also had expectations that were no less pleasant.
They really hope that Safira's marriage can last. Produce a lot of offspring for them. Especially for Laila. Women who feel they are not perfect because they cannot contain it, of course, have many grandchildren is the goal.
"Udah sleeping. His son's men are married. I have a husband. What else do you want?" asked Laskar to the wife who had not closed her eyes.
"According to Papa, our decision to mate Lutfi as our daughter, exactly Pa?" ask Laila doubtfully.
"Loh, piye to, didn't Mama make it!" Laskar pulled the wife and took the woman he loved into his arms.
"It's not so, Pa. Lutfi doesn't know what our daughter's past is, Pa. What if Lutfi can not accept," said Laila.
The soldier was silent for a moment. Think about what his wife said. There's point. But, for some reason Laskar is sure that Lutfi will not be concerned about it.
"We do'ain the best for them, Ma. We as parents can only do that now. And one more thing we need to remember, Ma. Our daughter is no longer our responsibility. We cannot interfere in their affairs. Unless they come to us for an opinion. Request assistance. Then we can enter their land. Mama knows what Papa means!" said Laskar, while but the long hair of the wife.
"It's about that, Mama understands Pa. Only my mother was afraid. Uh, Pa, what about our other grandson?" laila asked suddenly considering Berliana.
"Papa actually wanted to ask it earlier, uh saw him again chat with his wife Juan, Papa thought tomorrow only. There's still time. Lagian Zein is still here," replied the Warrior calmly.
"Yes, Pa. No pa-pa. About this, Mama also hopes Zein is honest with us. And if it is, Mama hopes from Juan's side to allow us to establish friendship with them," replied Laila.
Laskar did not answer. This middle-aged man only agreed on the prayer and hope of his wife. Wishing that what they wanted was taken by God.
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