Suddenly Getting Married to Ustadz
The Part 87
Shali walked slowly towards the guest room with Aka tailing behind her. It was still uncomfortable, but she shrewdly ignored it. Mommy and daddy look neat with a similar couple shirt.
"Well, why not change clothes, yesterday's clothes were our family twin, while waiting for Shali to finish. Or breakfast first can also Ka, we already at breakfast earlier," said Mommy Disya gave advice.
"I'll wait for Shali, Mom's breakfast" Aka replied, making Mommy smile. Things to eat just waiting for the couple, such as the picture of seeing himself and his husband, feel grateful his daughter got a sholeh and so good male soul mate.
Shali exited the room with a full face of make up, making Aka look at her instantly with a seductive smile.
"The beauty of his wife Akara Emir, the cause of Allah .. May it be a blessing in you Dek, always pleasant when I look at you."
Shali simply responded with a smile, then passed by, again walking unsteadily towards the room. The woman changed her clothes just like that to make her husband without blinking for long enough.
"By, help dong, please pull the zipper up" she asked her husband. Aka gladly agreed.
The man eroded the distance, groped his back at a glance, then stuck his lips there. After that I pulled the zipper correctly. They are equally neat with a fairly elegant brocade kebaya wrap. Aka uses batik pattern clothes with matching colors.
"Breakfast used to go," said Mommy interrupting. The couple finally complied with the two chose mrnu bread with other than nuts as a complement.
"Where are we going, the wedding's not in the building?" shali asked to see the direction of the car does not match the contents of his head.
"To the top, the show was there," Mommy replied casually.
They were already in the fifth car with Mommy's formation in the front seat next to the daddy. Reagan's right bank, Shali's middle and Aka's left side they set off together with the same car.
"Bang, tumben you want to neat gini?" shali's sneer at Reagan's money looks calmer than usual.
"Tell me mommy is absolute, rich you don't know," replied the man, muttering, making the whole car laugh.
"Pass your shoulder, Sha, need a backrest," Reagan chanted suddenly. The child who always rese' on other occasions that from yesterday seemed to be in spoiled mode.
"Due ... Mom, Reagan was again upset, a mate aja Mom," cried Shali while rubbing his head that was leaning on his head, making someone on the left side feel jealous. He grabs his wife's hand and rem@s a little strongly. Both of them glanced in silence.
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Meanwhile, Azmi got a mandate from her brother to attend the invitation. The man is actually not interested in replacing his presence, he is also not very fond of the world of entertainment.
At about three o'clock, Azmi and Kyai Emir arrived at Kamil Entertainment's office. The skyscraper looks so magnificent, the man of responsibility walks by the road as a special guest vvip. They will meet together.
"Waalaikumsalam .. thanks for the invitation, it is an honor to bring him to this office."
Because it was ashar time, their conversation was postponed and chose to worship first in the mosque office. After that they can start the meeting with a small meeting with the board of directors and the ranks of other important company departments. The two seemed to talk warmly to each other.
"Gus Azmi, so later the program will be aired in the morning around that hour, it is not live so you can take the shoot according to the hours you spend."
"This is my son's CV sir, can be seen first background."
A person of Bhishma's belief who was allegedly the man's assistant also observed carefully.
"I am sure that there must be many generations A on the show, let alone good manners and young and fun to share his knowledge," said Bisma was amazed. He did not target between should Aka or Azmi both have their own attraction.
"Denger-denger has just got a wedding title, why the invitation is not here Kyai," joroh Pak Bisma on the sidelines of a relaxing session.
Outside the room, a noise rang out, the teenage girl broke through the door impolitely.
"Sorry sir, I've been holding her back but Miss Nashwa desperately asked to come in" a man in charge of security said.
Bhishma responds only to calm complete with a simple smile.
"What's wrong, sir, please leave this room," the man stared at his employees.
"Dad, Nashwa wants to talk!" Greet the girl in a slightly upset tone.
"Yes, may we talk later." Bisma approached her daughter half-whispering.
"Please give me permission or Nasha will leave with or without permission, Dad."
"You can't see, I'm having an important guest."
"It's important what the hell!" Nashwa turned his head, their eyes meeting each other making something in his brain remember something.
Nashwa vividly remembers, the man is the same guy that the tragedy of the exchange of their mobile phone. While Azmi, she could remember with the same look in her eyes, and her name was the same.