The Cry of a Son-in-law

The Cry of a Son-in-law
Intentionally


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Maulana opened the front car door for Safinta, "Let's go in, my dear!" maulana said with a warm look towards Safinta.


Bugh.


"Akhh." cried Safinta.


Safinta's body crashed into the body of the car, when Santi deliberately ambushed into the car, in the event that it was clear Santi heard Maulana asking Safinta to get into the car.


Maulana's forehead shriveled, staring at the annoyed Santi who was sitting guiltlessly in the front seat, next to the steering chair.


"Are you okay, baby?" maulana asked, with her big hand holding Safinta's arm rising from her position.


"What's wrong, ka! No one's hurt."


"Heh Santi! Move you to the back!" maulana said coldly.


"Basar spoiled, he did not pantes to sit in front..have let him in the back!" santi said with a cynical look towards her rival, Safinta.


Safinta touched Maulana's arm, then shook her head, "I'll sit behind ya! I don't have a problem, ka!" Safinta opened the back door of the car itself.


"I'm sorry, baby, you're so uncomfortable." Maulana rubs Safinta's cheeks gently.


"How much longer do you guys keep making out, huh! Don't you want to go home!" santi said with a ketus.


"Where's your address?" maulana asked flatly, asking without even glancing at Santi.


"Dead 2, you just take Safinta home first mas. only then you take me!" Santi set up Maulana.


"I'm the one driving why are you the one who set up, me? I'll take you home first!" great-grandson Maulana with a glance back through the rearview mirror of the car.


"But, we're going to pass the Safinta boarding house, mas!" protest Santi, it's nice if it's rich that gwe can not trap mas Maulana.


Maulana ignored Santi's chatter, he continued to drive until the car that Maulana then, passed the Safinta boarding place.


The car stopped right in front of the gate of a 2-story house, in the boarding house that Santi occupied.


"Thank you, you've brought me home safely" Santi said with a longed-for look at Maulana.


"Same, get out of my car!" Maulana drove Santi flat.


Santi clenched into his two hands, damn it. You can just now be indifferent to the gwe, but next time.gwe will make you bend your knees in front of the gwe!


Cup.


Santi gave a glimpse of Maulana's lips, as Maulana turned towards him with a sharp look. Safinta seems surprised by what Santi does.


Safinta turned her head, my God what the hell is this woman! Does he not care about my feelings! Play kiss my fiancee at will.


Santi went straight out of the car and stood in front of the gate of his boarding house.


"Women are not ashamed!" Maulana got out of the car.


"Eh what's wrong? Is my kiss still lacking?" ask Santi who even approached Maulana who came down from the car.


"Fuck you!" Maulana turned her way around, she opened the back door of the car, opening the seat belt that was coiled around Safinta's waist.


"I'm sorry, baby!" maulana said when Safinta is now sitting in front, next to the steering wheel, he also reattaches the seat belt on Safinta's waist.


"I know you well enough, you!" safinta.


Santi stared intently at the car that was now passing carrying Maulana and Safinta from before him.


Santi batin, damn it. gwe already pede bangat if mas Maulana will nyamperin gwe, kiss gwe, but instead he went out of the car just for the fucker moved a seat!


On the road to the Safinta boarding house, Maulana passed by the residence of his future wife deliberately again.


Safinta poked back, she said hurriedly, when Maulana had just passed her boarding house, "Ka, we're already lost! Turn back to ka!"


"I was on purpose, I wanted to be with you longer!" Maulana showed her sweet smile to Safinta.


"But we're so long after ka! It's been far too far!" gerutu Safinta's.


"It doesn't matter to me, as long as I can stay with you! We will also have a little time to discuss our marriage." explained Maulana.


Maulana ignored Safinta's proposal, instead asking Safinta.


"What do you want me to give you as a wedding dowry? Do you want us to have a wedding in a building, a hotel, or maybe you have a wedding dream that I can make real?" Maulana.


"Whatever plan I make, I just follow it. But it would be nice if we invite the mother of the orphanage." said Safinta with a hopeful look.


"That's for sure, baby. later we pick up the same house mom!" Maulana rubs Safinta's head with affection.


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On a clear morning, the Malik family was spending their mornings in the dining room, filling up with breakfast to start the activity.


"Do you have any plans to take care of your wedding preparations and Safinta, son?" malik asked in the middle of his breakfast.


"Already, pah! Safinta and I will take care of everything, with the help of the wedding organizer" Maulana said.


Sri frowned, "Do you guys not want to involve mama in it? It's your wedding, don't play.. y'all know about the wedding business huh!" he said with a ketus.


"It's not that I don't want to get involved, ma'am. I just don't want to see my mom exhausted, so I decided for me and Safinta to take care of it anyway we will be helped by the wedding." maulana said by holding Sri's fingers on the table, trying to give understanding to the woman who had given birth to it.


Sri brushed off Maulana's hand violently, she also stared intently at Maulana.


Not only son-in-law, Safinta has influenced my son, I believe this must be a bad influence from the snake woman! I will not let your plans go smoothly! Until whenever I can't accept Safinta as my daughter-in-law! My pride could be ruined by the presence of that woman in my family!


"Udah mama sat down sweetly, really what you said to Lana, when her son married. It's not funny in the horror of mah!" chelp Raya.


"You little boy, you've finished your breakfast! You could be late for school if you eat that piece of ice!" omel Sri on Raya.


"Hhs this mama! I've eaten this fast mah!" elak Raya's.


"I'm done with breakfast, I'm off first yeah, pah!" Maulana went to two of her parents.


"I'm with you, ka!" Raya hurriedly finished the glass of white milk that was in front of her.


"The shop has you involved in your wedding plans, but if you still insist on not involving your mother, make sure she won't be attending your wedding!" threatening Sri with a thunderous voice, while Maulana just waved her hand without turning her head towards her mother.


"Mama don't be weird, mah. let them make their own plans! The parents just direct! Not to be in a snag!" malik said by advising his wife.


"It turns out that not only was Maulana affected by Safinta's vices, but that papa's brain was now also contaminated with its effects! Your brains must have been washed by that snake woman, you fucking lady!" sri Gerrutu, vilifying and accusing


"Compare with mama, there will be no end. Papa just leave!" said Malik who moved from his seat, leaving the wife who continued to grumble is not clear.


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When Safinta was serious about completing her office duties, her hape inside the blezer pocket she was wearing rang.


Dring dring dring dring.


Her forehead shriveled, as her pair of beautiful eyes stared at her hape screen, an unfamiliar number reached her.


"Whose number is this?" muttered Safinta hesitantly to answer her phone call.


"Yes hello... Sorry who is this with?" safinta said the ox, with a flat object attached to her ear.


[ "Why did you pick up my phone so long, huh! Did you deliberately not want to answer the phone from your future mother-in-law this huh!" ] nagel Sri.


"Sorry aunt, I really don't know if this is the nimor of aunty's phone" Safinta said with a face met with a heart that beats incoherently.


[ "Hour rest, I'll pick you up. Remember don't let Maulana know about our meeting! Keep that in mind, if you want me to really sincerely accept your marriage." ]


Sri hung up her phone call.


"As for where this is, I have an appointment to have lunch with ka Lana. But aunt invited me to meet, what should I do to Lana!" safinta Gumam.


seriate.....


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