Tired of Loving you
Rest

The next morning, Aslan invites Nova to take her to the Brahma residence. Although his gaze was still empty, Aslan still forced to bring Nova to his home. Because Aslan was worried, both of his parents would hinder his intention to marry Nova. While the stomach Nova will grow longer.

"Keep your heart out, honey. Trust me, my Mom and Dad will definitely bless our relationship. Don't give up, will you?" whispered Aslan, on the way to his house.

"I'm afraid, brother," said Nova.

"What are you afraid of? Shaka and Rania are supporting us. Don't back off, I don't want you to go. My fight to get you is very difficult." Aslan rubbed the top of Nova's head.

"Who said I'd back off?" Aslan scrunched his forehead.

"I want you to hold tightly to my hand which is currently drooping weakly helpless, muddy sin, and grossly meaningless dirty. What I fear is that you will release me after I fight desperately to get the blessing of your parents" Nova said with a sad look.

"Where could I be like that, honey?"

"I'm just afraid it's happening. Especially with my condition that is pregnant with someone else's baby. I .. i-"

"Sst .. don't say anything I can't do. You are the love that I will always fight for even when the storm hits" Aslan said quickly. His heart throbbed pain when he heard the voices of pregnant women victims of depraved lust irresponsible people.

"You're better," kekeh Nova. Aslan kissed the pale-looking Nova's fingers.

"Let what I say be excessive. Because this is what I feel. I love you so much, Nova,"

"Thank you, Brother."

Not long after, their car arrived at the Brahma residence. Nova's heartbeat raced quickly when he saw Madame Irene standing at the door with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Sir ..."

"Calm down, I'm with you. Leave everything to God. Allah is All-Turning to men's hearts" Aslan rubbed the back of Nova's cold, trembling hands.

They got out of Aslan's favorite jeep, then walked slowly towards Irene's mistress who was staring at them.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma," said Aslan, smiling sweetly.

"Nova, can we talk together?" madam Irene asked seriously and answered a nod by Nova.

"Please, don't hurt Nova, Ma. If Mama just wants to hurt Nova, better undo the intention of Mama," said Aslan coldly.

"Mama doesn't need any advice or anything from you, Aslan. Come on, Nova." Madam Irene led Nova's hand and led her to the reading room.

Mrs Irene and Nova were sitting on the sofa in the reading room. Nova's chest was increasingly rumbling incoherently when he felt the air around him suddenly horror and intimidating.

"Nova, how old are you?"

"I'm 25 years old, Auntie," Nova said nervously.

"Aunty?"

"Huh?" Nova scrunched his forehead.

"Am I not your father-in-law?"

"Huh?" Nova gawked, increasingly clueless with the statement of the middle-aged woman in front of him.

"Haish, stop. You're such a fool, so stupid." Madame Irene jerked her rough breath.

"I mean Auntie, am I accepted as a daughter-in-law in this house?" tanya Nova.

"I don't want my son to be late for marriage just because I don't respect his relationship with you. A mother will be happy if her child is happy. Although I'm not sure about you yet, at least seeing Aslan smile can make me relieved," said Ms. Irene seriously.

"Ta-tante .. is this really?" nova's eyes glazed over, there was a clear fluid pooling in her eye fertilizers.

"Yes .. I approve of you standing with my son. Asal .. happy for him, you love him, like I love him. And one more thing, call me Mama don't Auntie. I'm not your date, you know,"

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