The Passion of Duda Perjaka
Hijab Women Model
"Yes yes, I'm sorry. Would you like to buy some honey? Come on I anterin, we buy a lot if necessary the same stalls all at” said Brian with a big smile.
“Wahh... Is it really Mas?” hana asked with a radiant face and was immediately called out by Brian.
“But sorry Mas, Hana is not cool. Even Hana wants...” Hana's speech stopped while staring at everything.
“Interest what dear? Justsaytheword. I will obey him for the sake of my children” said Brian while stroking the stomach of Hana who began to grow.
“But Mas promise yes don't be rich earlier, Mas must obey Hana if Hana asks for anything. Hana does not want later Hana's child to be an ish ileran.. serem” said Hana while shuddering in horror.
“Yes, I promise you dear. Already let's say you want what heum..” asked Brian with a curious face.
Everything that had been holding back the laughter had now become very tense with Hana's reply.
“About what is this my daughter-in-law asking for ?” ask Lady Syifa in her heart.
“Hopefully my son is not like me who is very happy to see her husband suffering from the problem of cravings ” Umi said in her heart.
“Be prepared Brian, the storm will soon be present hihi ” said Mr. Ferry in his small heart.
“My grandchildren, may you not judge your father like Mbah Kung when Mbah Uti pregnant your mother yes.” said Abah in his heart.
Degh ! ...
Degh ! ...
Degh ! ...
The sound of their heartbeat all of them were holding back his tension, making his heart pump very quickly.
“Heum... Hana wants Mas Brian to be a hijab female model how? Exclaim... Later Hana will make Mas Brian very beautiful deh Hana promise will not disappoint the model Hana hehe..” said Hana while spoiled with Brian.
Duuarr ! ...
Like a bomb exploding inside Brian's body. Making him very surprised even silent like a statue with bulging eyes.
Abah, Umi, Mrs Syifa and Mr. Ferry were endlessly laughing when they heard Hana's request.
Though the age of the womb Hana has entered 7 months but why only now he feels a strange feeling in him that cravings want something that must be obedient.
Yes, maybe because Hana had previously been in a coma so the hormone is very decreased. So right at this moment Hana can only feel what it feels like to crave.
“Mas Brian, come on... uh wait, we wait for Qisya to go home to school first will soon Qisya come home. So Hana has 2 models deh hehe... or Abah same Papah and Mamah and Umi also want to follow to be a model Hana?” hana asked with her innocent face.
All who were there immediately rejected it simultaneously with the busy reason of wanting to do work that was already delayed for tomorrow's event.
They were all running around to avoid Hana's request. But Brian, he couldn't move even to open his mouth was so heavy.
“Dear come on, you want to be my model. If I'm not angry anymore, and I won't let you in the room until I see you in the morning. So later in the night you sleep outside with the mosquitoes” said Hana.
“Ka-you seriously i-want to make me ja-so model wa-women hijab?” ask Brian with his unreliable face.
Hana's request this time was completely beyond Brian's expectations. At first Brian thought that Hana wanted food, but instead Hana wanted Brian to be a model.
What can be done, Brian does not want to make Hana back disappointed. Because Umi said that Brian had to make the mood of Hana happy so that their twins are healthy in Hana's stomach.
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Arya left the room not just to get fresh air. But he was also ordered to pick up Qisya at school.
“Astaghfirullah, will be 1 o'clock. I'm half an hour late to pick up Qisya. Well how is this? Arghh.. Arya suck! Can-can play until you forget the time” said Arya while staring at her watch and then rush to leave the park and forward her motorcycle very quickly.
Fortunately, from the park to the Qisya school only takes 15 minutes so in less than 10 minutes Arya has arrived in front of the Qisya school gate.
Then Arya got off her motorcycle and ran closer to the security guard.
“Assalama... Excuse Me sir. I would like to ask if the boy named Balqisya Zhafira has returned?” arya asked with her worried face.
“For a while, Mas. I check first in the list of students” book replied the security guard.
“Indeed Mas from where is it late to pick up his son?” ask the other guard.
“Hehe. It was my ponakan, I was again teaching in the park eh even to bablasan fun to play so forget to pick up my nephew” Arya laughed while scratching his neck.
“Adeh... si Mas, still young has forgotten hehe...” saut the other security guard while laughing.
“Sorry, Mom. Was the boy whom Mas mentioned earlier named Balqisya Zhafira the son of Mr Brian Adijaya? Then, this is what it is if you may know? There was no confirmation from the family and Miss Qisya was still inside accompanied by her teacher, but we could not give Miss Qisya to just anyone else we did not know Mas. And after all Miss Qisya is usually picked up by Omanya” said the security guard while explaining everything to Arya.
“Sorry, Sir. My name is Muhammad Arya. I'm the sister of Hana Renata Mas Brian's wife. If you do not believe can try my family phone” said Arya politely.
“Good Mas, wait a minute yes I want to confirm first with the family” said the security guard.
Arya could only nod her head and smile. But when the security guard wanted to call the Qisya family, suddenly the gate opened and a beautiful teacher came out in closed clothes.
“Excuse me, Mr. security guard. Hows it? Is there a family from Miss Qisya who has picked up? It's a pity that if it takes too long Miss Qisya will starve here. What if I was the only one who would deliver it?” said the beautiful teacher smiling very kindly full of smiles.
Arya who saw the beautiful teacher was very fascinated with her sweet smile even her voice was very cool to hear. The voice that made Arya's heartbeat instantly beat very fast.
“Astaghfirullah's... This is the so-called heavenly angel disguised as a teacher ?” brian said in his heart.
“Sorry Bu Can, this is Mas-Mas who claims that he is Uncle or Om from Miss Qisya. But we can't just believe it. So right now Mr. Mustache is contacting Miss Qisya's family. If it is true that he is his Uncle then we will release Miss Qisya to go home with her Uncle. If he has lied then we will follow up to the police station so that no one dares kidnap a child in this school”, another security guard replied to the teacher.
“Oh so Sir. Alright, I will return to accompany Miss Qisya inside. It's a pity if he's alone in class. Come, Sir. Excuse me first” said Mrs Master with a smiling face.
“Yes Allah... Arya last night what dream, can you meet an angel here? If this is how Arya wants to return to being a child, so she can be a student of the angel teacher ” Arya said in her heart while looking at the Beautiful Teacher with a loving gaze.
However, when the teacher wanted to turn around, Qisya suddenly came out of the school fence.
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