
"Salman is done Nan?" tanya Refan arrived - arriving from behind made Kinan and Fadlan jumped in shock because of his arrival.
Why do you look so shocked by my arrival. Is there something you're keeping behind my back? ask Refan in the heart.
"Eeeh Mas Refan has finished praying yes" welcome Kinan.
"Yes meet again here" Fadlan thrust out his hand and they shook hands.
Refan only responded coldly.
"Salman is done?" ask Refan.
"Not yet, I'll be soon" replied Kinan.
Before long the mini-rail had stopped right in front of them and Salman got off the train.
"Mamaaaa" cried Salman.
"What am I doing not playing?" ask Kinan.
"Seru donk Ma, but now I'm hungry" Salman replied.
"If you're hungry, let's eat now" said Refan.
"Our cause" Salman immediately withdrew the hand of Refan.
"We say yes mmm... " Refan seems to be remembering - remember.
"Fadlan Mas, my name is Fadlan" cut Fadlan.
"Yes sorry to forget. We say Salman is hungry" Refan said.
"We ate first, Fad, want to join us?" tanya Kinan made an offer.
What - whatever Kinan, I deliberately invite you to walk for quality time with our small family, you even invite - invite others to participate. It's good for him, be careful if he wants to come. Refan looked at Fadlan with his cold gaze.
Fadlan understands that Refan does not like him, and he does not like Refan after overhearing Kinan's conversation with his friend in Kinan's room this afternoon.
Looks really depressed Kinan married you. A man who doesn't know is grateful to have a wife as good as Kinan. If at this time you also release Kinan I want to directly accommodate it with all my heart. Inner Fadlan.
"Ah don't need Nan, I also want to go directly, still want to find something" refused Fadlan.
"Oh yes, then we first Fad" said Kinan.
Refan immediately pushed Naila's stroller while Kinan clasped Salman's hand and they walked away leaving Fadlan staring at their departure from a distance.
Refan deliberately chose a restaurant that provides a playground for children so that Salman is happy and at home there. After finding the right place they entered the restaurant and ordered food.
"Mom I play first" Salman said.
"Yes, baby, but be careful" Kinan replied.
Salman immediately ran to the playground inside the restaurant. Now only Kinan and Refan also Naila who had fallen asleep in his stroller.
"Who was your friend's name?" tanya Refan was still upset.
"Fadlan Mas, he has mentioned repeatedly Mas still forgets too" replied Kinan.
"I also remember - remember the name, it doesn't matter" replied Refan coldly.
"He's still alone?" ask Refan.
"Yes, I saw that he was alone" Kinan replied.
"You mean the status? Still single?" ask Refan.
"Yes he is single, unmarried" Kinan replied.
Why the name - Fadlan status if the name alone does not matter to you Mas? Inner Kinan.
"You seem to be close to him?" guess Refan.
"Yes close Mas was my teammate when training out of town yesterday" Kinan replied honestly.
"Near what?" search Refan.
Kinan immediately opened his eyes in shock at Refan's question.
"Ma... What do you mean? What are Fadlan and I close to? Yes, just a coworker of Mas, nothing more" replied Kinan.
What is this question about Refan. Can't you be jealous? Heloooooow Ma Aaaaa I realize my existence in your heart is only as a nanny Naila so you do not need to also show jealousy like that. It won't make me big head. Inner Kinan.
"I just want to remember to you that your status is not single anymore. You're married now. So you have to keep your attitude to him. Don't get too close let alone talking and laughing in the open like that. Many people are watching. If one of my clients sees you so what try their assessment on you, on me and on our household" said Refan Long.
Oh so you're just thinking of your good name in front of your clients? hahaha it's a good thing I didn't Ge-er just saw your attitude. Kinan said in his heart.
Although he had felt a little disappointed but Kinan could immediately accept it considering that Refan's mouth was sharp when he said something.
"Why do you remember my status as your wife? I've always acted as a good wife all along. I take care of the children well serve and serve you, meet all your needs at home. And I also remember Mas that I was a woman who had a husband. I don't talk weird to Fadlan. Just talking about the office. Anyway why do you bother - bother remembering my status as your wife. You never thought of me as a wife. You're gonna think of me all this time as Naila's nanny. Isn't that so, Mas?" ask Kinan back.
Refan clenched his arms because of emotion. Her chest was very hot to see Fadlan and Kinan together. They look very familiar and close. He was very angry and his heart was burning.
What's with me now, with Renita I've never been this angry to see her close and talk to another man. I am even proud to have a wife who is much desired by other men. I feel like I'm the winner because I'm Renita's husband. But with Kinan, he was just having a casual chat and was still a reasonable and polite stage but I was this sorry and angry? ask Refan in the heart.
"I told you I was going to change. Give me some time and I'm starting right now. Cook that fast you want revenge on me?" ask Refan.
"Maaaaas.I don't intend revenge. I just met Fadlan by accident, not something you're planning to take revenge on as you said?" Kinan defended himself.
Duh why so complicated this is the problem. Moves where - where. Just because I accidentally met Fadlan in a public place. Can't I see anyone - who else goes with Mas Refan? asked Kinan inwardly still upset each other.
I want to make you happy Nan. We go out and have dinner with our little family. But why would it end up in a fight like this? Refan also looks upset.
Before long the ministry came to bring their food and serve it on their table. Kinan stood up and called out to Salman who was playing.
"Honey hope yes play, we eat first yuk" asked Kinan.
"Okay Mama" Salman ran up to Kinan and returned to their dining table.
That night they finally had dinner with a cold atmosphere without chatter or laughter. Their feelings were the same - just as hot as their first quarrel in their household.
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