The Three Sweet Dads
Your Type

It turns out Kendy wasn't messing around with her words. Evidently, the road that both passed coincided with the road to Mr. Gun's house.

"Are we really asking Gun for permission?" Mila continued to move restlessly because she was uncomfortable with her sitting position.

"Why don't you want to?" asked Kendy with a slanted smile.

"Yes, no papa. After all if we are in slander already live to KUA aja. It's a bother, isn't it?" kelakar Kendy's.

"Haish .. don't want ah I married a crocodile like a mas." Mila patted the back of Kendy who chuckled because of her words.

"Don't get me wrong, the crocodile Mil is loyal" Kendy said. He deliberately invited Mila to chat and joke because he did not want Mila to remember Fany's insults. And finally he succeeded because he could see Mila who began to get anxious with her behavior. Mila's behavior like that made something in her turbulent. I don't know what this feeling is? he also has no answer for this.

When remembering Fany's words he wanted to feel like he sewed the immoral mouth because he had dared to insult Mila. But why does he feel upset like this? weird ...

Then Kendy slowed down the speed of the motor because a few meters in front, seen a house that is full of flowers. There are red and there are white. That is the house of Mr. Gun, the flower in front of his house is the result of plants from Bu Puspa, the wife of Mr. Gun who is said to be very fond of planting flowers.

"Well at Gun's house, come down!" take Kendy.

Then Kendy got off the bike, and so did Mila.

"Well, come on!" Kendy pulled Mila's hand.

"Had I don't want to be ashamed," Mila refused while shaking her right hand which was pulled by Kendy.

"The weird part is ... the way to ask permission all," lamented Mila.

"So who's afraid of slandering? if I'm slandered also do not papa let directly marry," jeloroh Kendy make Mila again and again hit Kendy's back. This time using full power.

"Waduh .. Sick Mil!" peekkik Kendy's.

"What's going on?" suddenly Puspa ma'am came out of the house and he was surprised to see lovebirds who became the hot gossip of the mothers of his fellow people. But luckily she knew the truth from her beloved husband. That what was rumored was not true.

Kendy and Mila gasp. Kendy who initially intended to fad alone confused what to do. aish confused me but just broke it.

then Kendy stepped her feet closer to Puspa maam who was on the porch of her house.

"Assalamualaikum Bu Puspa,"

"Wa'alaykummussalam,"

"So gini bu kite bedua want permission to walk for a while. Hmm. .. so because you don't want to be one of the hot gossip list tomorrow, soiii... permission to deh hehehe ... that's a ma'am," obviously this is just a sloppy Kendy. But it seems that Bu Puspa is taking it seriously.

Fixing her hair kerolan puspa then put a broom then she said, "Safe!" then she thumbs up while smiling widely.

What an unexpected answer by Kendy. He did not expect that Puspa ma'am was more or less like himself. Yes ... hmm a little bit of sableng is possible.

Mila who saw the obscenity of both just gawking, did not expect the wife of the lower class officials to have an intrinsic level of kesablengan.

"Thank you ma'am, pamit first ... "

"Eh wait! I order sweet martabak yes," pinta bu Puspa.

"Ashiyaaap Assalamualaikum,"

"Wa'alaykummussalam,"

Kendy then gently pulled Mila's hand, approaching the motorbike they had parked.

"Ga thought I was our RT mom like that, why do you know how the nanggepin is?" Ask Mila wonder, not Kendy is a species of citizens who rarely socialize and maybe the patrol schedule may never run, but why easily he jokingly familiar with the wife of the lower class officials?

"It's gone up!"

"Eh," Mila gasped because Kendy had put a helmet on her. Then he took a ride to sit his bo kong on the motorcycle seat Kendy.

After making sure Mila went up and positioned her seat properly Kendy drove the bike. Well, the purpose of inviting Mila to take a walk for a moment is so that Mila forgets the less unpleasant events earlier and also prepares to welcome the busy tomorrow that awaits. He is busy with his lectures and his work and of course the new activities are taking care of troublesome babies. Huh ... Mila is also working hard tomorrow.

"Why can you read the nature of people from their characteristics?"

Mila's words stopped her daydream, "Bisaaa dong see a kerolan his hair yaa .. although the kerolan sign that person is fierce but look again from his face."

"What is his face?" ask Mila curious.

"That's fine, although the typical mother's character is fierce but her face is comfortable in view. The face of a friendly person's face at once shableng," explained Kendy then chuckled.

"When what is my face?" ask Mila.

"Hm ... " Kendy visualized Mila's face in her mind.

"Geeky, innocent, kind, hardworking, sweet"

"Huh, isn't there any beauty?" lirih Mila but can still be heard by Kendy.

"But no papa I've got a guy too" Mila said, smiling proudly.

Makes Kendy quickly compose beautiful sentences.well, not just beautiful sentences but, sincere sentences come from his deepest heart.

"Beauty is not important in my opinion, my life is filled with beautiful girls but zonk all, in quotation marks their behavior is not sincere, hate me!" the explanation that ended screeches Kendy's dislike of something. Facts and not hoaxes.

Mila was silent to Kendy's remarks, she thought if Kendy was a former sadboy from a playgirl in the past. Poor you Kendy's. Ah, just don't know that Kendy is a big-time playboy.

"What kind of vehicle is that?" ask Kendy. I don't know if Kendy doesn't know why she asked like this.

"Type ya mas hmm .. well number one, continue handsome, a lot of money also deh keknya hehehe," he said while chuckling.

Makes Kendy laugh to hear the standard type of man dreams Mila.

"Keep your guy against that criterion?" ask Kendy.

"Iyaaaa dooong" he answered.

"I'm wondering if you have a guy, really you have a guy?" ask him once again, because he felt doubtful about the standards of the man of Mila's dreams who seemed heavy to be found.

"Udah .. in a dream,"

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