Travel Love To Andromeda
JCTA #67'S. KANAYA IS KANAYA

Andro finished his meal quickly and finished his joke with his wife and brought a dirty plate towards the sink, "let Nay aja mas, later all." When it looks if Andro wants to wash his own dishes.

Residents of the house here are accustomed to washing dishes after each meal, not because they do not need bi Yani, but Shania and Arka did get used to both Galexia and Andro since long ago.

The existence of household assistants, does not mean they can treat art as good as eyed and make the residents become a lazy.

Naya soon moves on from her sitting alternately with Andro at the sink washing both the dirty dishes used by the two eating.

Shania still wears her home clothes, it is not every day she comes to Pawon Kaurawa, at least 2 to 3 times a week, for the rest he just wants to spend time accompanying his husband at the age of twilight.

For Shania, the time he had spent working and taking care of Gale and Andro, so now he only just to enjoy the results and be loyal to Arkala Mahesa until the end of his life to pick both of them.

"Mas, still gatel not his throat?" Shania brought ginger wedang.

"A little, take it behind me. Let it sunbathe," Arka moved towards the backyard.

"Mas wait in front," said Andro.

Naya nodded, "Nay grab the bag first!"

"Nay, greetings to you, momy jenguknya later if you have been treated in Jakarta, yes" said Shania.

"Yes mii," Naya ran upstairs and picked up her bag and some things, like wind oil and fruit candy, hoping she could learn to get used to not throwing up.

"Bismillah!" he breathed heavily.

Kanaya opened the car window until it stuck let the wind go all in, he also mut fruit-flavored candy not forgetting to hold aromatherapy wind oil.

Andro chuckles at a glance to see the woman must be as prepared as his hand ruffled and rubbed the head of Naya dear, "just for a moment."

The car comes out of the house and gets further away, so far the saliva that usually comes out excess because of nausea can be neutralized by fruit candy, the breath that is usually suddenly tight and makes the head can be neutralized by the air that enters so freely as animals in the wild there.

"Mas, if Naya goes to college, Naya wants to ride a motorcycle. There's a motorbike at home, right?" ask her.

Andro nodded doubtfully, "there is, but the bike had a pack of Samsul, inventory,"

"Don't have a motor?"

"There was. But motor trail, you will not be able to, your feet are not nyampe kaya, high mana heavy! Anyway, can you ride a bike?"

Kanaya chokes, "indiscriminately! It could be, just stay in a smoothly, as high as the motor will not be as high as the sky that can not be reached, as heavy as the iron motor will not be as heavy as the sin of the idolaters," replied Naya. Actually he doubted too, because he had studied motorcycles owned by Salman, but even that was only once twice, Naya convinced himself if he was not the type of man who gave up easily.

"Yes, it must be done first. Or do you want to buy a second matic motorbike?"

Naya shook her head, nothing to buy! Different from the sultan, unlike him, Kanaya the cassava boy!

"Ck! What to buy, dear money, why not use the existing one anyway?! Buy a rich motorbike buy cilok," decak Naya pitched sewot.

Andro snorted, "yes already, if you want to smooth the bike, later on at home if there is time," replied Andro.

Although Naya had almost regurgitated her breakfast, but this time she managed not to vomit up to the airport.

Andro could not be separated holding Naya's hand, similar to crossing the road carrying a snot boy.

When from a distance, Mr. Akbar who is loyal to his batik has been seen coming and waiting. Mr. Akbar waved at Andro and rich Naya called the meatballs past.

"Well! Want to meet the mas client, how the newlyweds, sorry to disturb the show," kelakar Pak Akbar made a thin smile on Andro's lips created.

"Sir," Andro and Naya greet Mr. Akbar and the father.

"Sir, I'm sorry Andro can't wait until Marni's tea is out and anther to the referral hospital, there is an appointment to see a client today. InshaAllah later if it is finished can take Marni tea while picking up Naya," he explained.

Mr. Acep nodded briefly, from the beginning of the meeting until this second, both of them had gone through various events, but one that Mr. Acep saw from an Andromeda that made him even more sure if Andromeda was a good man, it was Andro who never threw a vengeful, stabbing, and demeaning look at Naya or her family.

"Neverything, thank you. Quiet and uplifting work, I do'ain hope the business is smooth." Spotlight the eyes of Mr. Acep as if interpreting his gratitude and gratitude to Andromeda.

"Sir, who's here?" tanya Naya cut off the eye contact of the father to Andro.

"Dianter KBRI, the party from the Arab hospital, the same Wati.." replied the father.

Naya frowned, "Wati?! That's Wati?!" he was so familiar with Wati, obviously he and Wati had been close friends for a long time, but because Wati prefers to be tkw after passing smp their closeness stretched.

"Yes. So it turns out that Wati was the key witness to all the behavior of Marni's employer, Nay. All the evidence is on Wati's phone" explained Mr. Akbar.

"Can't you?" ask Naya.

"If it is true, then just be prepared your employer should be reported by the KBRI on suspicion of violence." Further.

"Who is that, Nay?" ask Andro.

"Wati temen Naya, mas. He also worked in Arabia, but Wati's luck was lucky, he had a good employer. Probably because it's the same in Arabia, it's easier to connect Wati..."

"Oh okay. Whenever you need legal assistance for the Marni tea case and family.you know who to contact," replied Andro.

Andro dropped his gaze towards the watch on his wrist, "yes, I went first afraid of being stuck in the street," Andro told Naya and the others.

"Yes. Careful."

There was no kiss like that in the room, because that was how Andro was outside especially in front of others, impressed by the rich cold ice block factory.

Kanaya is waiting with Akbar and his father in the waiting room.

Naya saw a coffee and bread stall there, so she recalled the incident of bread and coffee back he vomited in Bintan, even though it tasted so good.

"Sir, Naya was there for a while, yes," he said moving from his seat to the outlet.

"The present Canaya is not the Kanaya of yesterday, Cep." Lirih pak Akbar.

"Yes, Bar. Thank you for bringing Andromeda to Giri Mekar," said the smiling father showing a frown at the end of his eyes, even so many can not be counted fingers.

"Naya is now more urban aka metropolitan,"

"But I'm hopeful, Naya is still Giri Mekar's ceceu." Mr. Akbar chuckles to remember all the actions of Naya first and all its simplicity.

"What about yesterday's gossip?" ask Mr. Akbar to Mr. Acep.

"Not to be discussed. After all, Naya has no business with Salman, even if she has a relationship, I believe my son is a good son, I am sure Andromeda will not be affected if he comes to Giri Mekar," mr. Acep passed his breath tired, always Kanaya became the moons of citizens, even though he was no longer in Giri Mekar.

Kanaya ordered 3 cups of coffee and 3 mocca loaves, he took cash out of his wallet, if in the past to buy a donut for 5 thousand Naya had to wait until mother dapet money from clove oil, now she can even buy bread for 3 times that is so easy.

Naya took his order and went back out to approach the father, then he handed over bread and coffee to the father and Mr. Akbar.

"Well, noahun oruh Nay. The difference is now mah, in the future will be treated directly this mah same Naya!" kelakar Pak Akbar accepted that.

Naya laughed, "the first pocket money Naya nih sir, tomorrow-tomorrow must be in durable use formalin, because Naya has started to choose the campus for college students, college students, he said the college needs a lot of pocket money, sometimes a copy of this task, that's it..."

"Good or good!" nodding Mr. Akbar enjoy his bread, "varying yes, if the expensive bread mah!"

"The difference if expensive mah, directly slide into the stomach huh sir? Same difference that 2 thousand mah, drag in the throat?" naya's laughter threw her joke at the father's laugh, "ceu, if you want to buy again can you please? For mom, Arif is for Upa?" her door.

Naya nodded, "can you or sir, if you want to go home Naya buyin!" the answer.

Until they joke spend a cup of coffee while waiting for the arrival of Marni tea.

"Ceu! Mr Akbar! Mr Acep!" a thunderous toa voice called out to the three, stopping the laughter that had been created.

"Ceu, ukhti!! Assalamu'alaikum Indonesia!" her cry of a runaway campreng with all-black clothes plus her sunglasses stormed Naya shyly. The figure of a girl the same age as Naya who now stands in her wadidaw style.

"Ukhti?!" Naya blasts out her laughter, "heh cakue! Since when did you become ukhti-ukhtian?! So ngarab!"

Wati, the old shayb who is now back due to a shocking case hugs Naya tightly, "ay Allah Ceu! You tea does not miss you the same Wati?! What's up, you're still skinny, you're not fed or your heart is hard?!" shoot it without shredding.

"Curtain! Arrogant, rich already!"

"You who are arrogant, married with no word of sohib! Why, afraid Wati does not want to be big with you?!" he was upset that Naya had forgotten about him.

"That's what Wat is, because the marriage is also impromptu." admit Naya.

"Well?!! Why, are you pregnant tea first the same Salmon?! I told you the boy of tea kades is not a real man, ceu! Borrowokokok! Diem-diem doyan pan tat same apem chick!" sarcas Wati without strainer, Naya to circulate the view and grin when the mouth without brakes Wati los dol no morality. Feel like talking at home.

"Have a son! Well, ceceu same a Salman already aground-das-dass-dasss!" tukas Naya's.

"Ck, good! Is there anything different about you? Asa's beautiful!" honestly Wati saw the look of Naya, "usually mah dikil!" his laughter boomed no matter the other airport visitors who saw their excitement, Wati only considered them mo nyet in Ragunan. Wati did not know, if the next 5 minutes he was still so airport officers did not hesitate to return him to Arabia.

"When you know Wati with your husband oruh," he said.

Naya shakes her shoulder, "engga ah! Later you like Naya's husband," replied Naya.

Wati chirped, "Wati also has a boyfriend oruh, Nay. Arab, his id is dead! Brew-brewed sparkling, white, mah cihuy anyway to improve the offspring! At most your husband is the model Agus," he laughed.

"Si Wati, ni added fat, semox aja Wat," Mr. Akbar patted his shoulder.

When Wati and Pak Akbar clutched each other to release jokes from each other, Naya dived towards the back of Wati, where two men in hijab nurse uniforms with a batiked KNRI party pushed a wheelchair.

DEG!

Naya shut her mouth and held her father's arm, "Oh Allah!" he ran with Acep to the woman in the wheelchair.

The figure of the woman, the foreign exchange hero who left with a smile for a mouthful of rice was now sitting on a wheelchair, her body thin, her body thin, bruised wounds on almost part of the face with the white part of the eyes reddened as da rah on the right and the scars of cigarette snub scars are also some blunt objects on the arms and cheeks.

"Astagfirefull!"

Naya hugged Marni's tea, "ceu," she muttered softly and shed tears, as did Naya, "title..."

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