The Love Mas Battalion
7. This darling.
"So khan already, even back and forth.. You want to disturb Dinar again? It wants time imsyak and brother not yet sahur."
"Nyolek is a little deck" said Bang Ares.
"No.. Losing later has broken the fast" replied Dinar.
"You don't think fighting a husband is a big sin?" there is no other way to scare Dinar than through this.
Dinar was still restless, his fingers were interlocked.
"Yes gituu.. nurut..!! The same time the husband himself would refuse" Bang Ares peeked Dinar's forehead, nothing he did. He was just making out with his wife.
Dinar according and quiet in Bang Ares.
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Danyon inquired about the administrative completeness of Bang Ares marriage application letter. It has been a month of marriage but Bang Ares has not yet completed a health letter for one of the marriage application requirements.
"Here you haven't raised your wife's status. Don't be long. Not good for the example of other members" said Danyon.
"Ready Dan.. The office is busy like this. Especially tomorrow's holiday. Soon I will attach a letter from the hospital" replied Bang Ares.
"Not for long. Let your wife get a member's introduction soon" Danyon ordered.
"Ready..!!"
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Bang Hasdin smiled imagining the face of Iyu Dinar and it made his mind restless.
"Abang wants to propose to you immediately. Brother misses you very much. Sorry if you were impressed for so long.. Brother just wants to ask you at the right time" he muttered while rolling around unsettled in bed.
"I have to find out first the marriage filing requirements" Bang Hasdin took his phone and looked up the news about it.
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Dinar looked down reverently and kissed the back of Bang Ares' hand.
"Dinar apologizes, Bang, can not be a good wife for Brother. Still like to make Abang annoyed and have not complacent with Brother" said Dinar with teary eyes.
"Abang also apologizes to deck. Not being able to guide you well. Still less patient facing you. In the future, we fix it together yes..!!" invite Bang Ares then kissed the darling of Dinar's forehead and hugged her tightly.
"Abang hope, there is already a heart for Brother. Really Brother loves you very much Dinar" Bang Ares stroked Dinar's hair because he knew, Dinar's heart was still not completely for him even though Dinar never did anything behind him.
Dinar did not answer. Just a little nod and a little bit of aversion to answer Bang Ares. Her tears melted making her cramped.
"No more crying, it's a holiday. We should be happy. Soon we will go to Papa's house" Bang Ares rubbed Dinar's face wet with tears.
Bang Ares immediately invited Dinar to stand up but Dinar felt his body feel a little light.
"Eeeehhh deck..!! Why you?" Bang Ares is back in the Dinar.
"No idea Bang, I'm not feeling well. Maybe because I am tired. Dinar khan lecture assignments are many" replied Dinar still holding on to both arms of Bang Ares.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.. And..!!" greet a man and it turns out there are quite a lot of guests to come to the house of Bang Ares.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Come on in here..!!" bring Bang Ares. It was a tradition in the Battalion to mutually halal bihalal to the homes of the elder members.
If last year the house of Mr. Yasin Dinar's parents is still visited by members, now he must be accustomed to visit because of the position and rank of Bang Ares.
"Please come in Om..!!" connect Dinar.
"Ready Dan.. Ready, thank you" replied the members.
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While Bang Ares was still conversing with the members, Dinar's phone shook on the table. Bang Ares immediately put the phone in his pants pocket, while Dinar was engrossed in chatting with the other members' wives.
"Yes Ma'am, my letter has not arrived yet so I have not been able to join all mothers" said Dinar who began to get along with mothers in the dorm.
"It's okay mom. Later if you need any help, do not hesitate to talk to us. we will definitely help" replied a member's wife who was already quite familiar with Mr. Yasin's family.
"Thank you very much Ma'am" Dinar's smile expanded as there was still a lot of attention with her.
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"God willing, I am not delaying. If in love quickly yes Alhamdulillah.if still not yes still trying.his name is household must be one of them also want to get momongan khan Pak" bang Ares replied when asked by a member who was more senior in his age.
"Ready Dan. The child is entrusted with trust. Later if it's been rejekanya must come alone"
Bang Ares smiled but his feelings were a little high-handed as Hasdin kept on contacting his wife.
Do I have to be honest now? but right now it's not exactly Has. If it was time, I would say.
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The members have gone home, stay Bang Ares together with Dinar.
"Nih your mobile phone, your big fans have missed" said Bang Ares.
Dinar accepted it. There were dozens of missed calls from Bang Hasdin. Soon Bang Hasdin called Dinar again. Dinar also raised her with a feeling of anxiety because Bang Ares looks not like it.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."
"Where are you decking. Just make people anxious." asked Bang Hasdin across the street.
"Wa'alaikumsalam Bang, there were a lot of guests" replied Dinar with a frowning expression squeezing her stomach.
"If you are relaxed. reply to your message yes..!!" pinta Bang Hasdin's.
"Dinar hang up the phone first is Bang" said Dinar pressed the touchscreen of his phone, but because his stomach is not comfortable.
"Bao.. Brother..!! Stomach Dinar is sick, Bang?" tanya Dinar tried to grab Bang Ares' hand.
"Duuhh... Why are you decking? Let's go to the room first..!!" bring Bang Ares.
"Gendoong Brother..!! Not strong way" Pinar's pinta sounded spoiled in Bang Ares' ear.
"Who's my beauty.wearing a special bonus isn't it?" ask Bang Ares.
"Abang aahh.. flirtatious anyway" said Dinar blushed shyly then leaned on the shoulder of Bang Ares.
Without realizing it. from Dinar's phone there is someone who still hears the sound.
"Like Ares' voice. Is Ares trying to get close to Dinar? But Dinar asked to go to the room. Was Dinar that brave?" bang Hasdin Gumam.
"Why did my mind get dirty like this?" he said while ruffling his hair and then turned off the phone because he did not want to think.
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