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As Aqmal alleged. The two super excited women will definitely tell their stories during their time in Makassar. And sure enough, both of them were together. Fauziah and Muli looked at each other, they chuckled at the old woman's behavior.

"Do you know, I almost fell in the Mall" Mother Santi laughed. He laughed at his lonely self. In Bacan there is no Mall. There is no such thing as an escalator

"Haha. I know, San. But I do not want to laugh, afraid you are embarrassed" explained Mother Sakila.

"You remember the guy who didn't accidentally hit me? In time he blinked his eyes. He thought I was a widow time yes" continued Mother Sakila laughed.

"If Fikram comes along, I can assure you, the man must be battered" said Mother Santi.

"Ziah, you know David, your childhood friend who now lives in Semarang. Yesterday his mother nanyain you. Listen the hell they want to match you with David" explained Mother Sakila change the topic.

Aqmal, who was driving while driving, suddenly braked the car, making the four women in the car scream.

"Aqmal!! are you tired of living?!" shouted Mother Sakila.

"Mother anyway! Talk about it in the car. My head was shaking hands with the chair" said Muli annoyed.

"Aqmal, be careful, son. Aunt still wants to live!!" timpal Bunda Santi held her head. Only Fauziah sat quietly without a sound. The girl was trying to remember the man named David.

"Sorry, Mother, Aunt. There was a cat that suddenly passed by" said Aqmal. "I'm sorry cat, I implicated you in my stupidity" he said.

After almost a few hours on their way home, they finally arrived home. Fauziah and Muli got out of the car, as did Mommy Santi and Mother Sakila. Mother Santi took her small suitcase and did not forget the small renjani bag inside which there are souvenirs from Makassar.

"Sakila, tomorrow morning I'll go to your house. Now I want to rest first" said Mommy Santi. He took his daughter home with him. Since Fauziah's parents have returned, there is no reason for Muli to spend the night at Fauziah's house.

Mother Santi and Fauziah returned to their home. Likewise with Mother Sakila and Muli who choose to enter the house without lowering the suitcase containing souvenirs. With the exception of Aqmal, the man was still in the car. And want to go back to town to meet her ex-boyfriend. Feeling what his mother said could not be allowed, he got out of the car and went into the house.

Again, Aqmal cannot calm down. Will Fauziah be betrothed to David? Oooh, can't be allowed. As long as Aqmal is a widower, Fauziah cannot marry. Especially that man is David. Male play boy class snapper. Aqmal approached his mother in the kitchen. Muli who saw her brother not coming to the city, the woman commented with a smile. He knew, the sentence that had almost harmed them, successfully made Aqmal not calm.

"Too plin plan anyway" Muli quipped her brother.

"Who?" ask Mother Sakila did not understand.

"Tuh, Mother's child. He said he wanted to introduce Kak Ziah to Mba Lis. I'm telling you, Lis, this is my future wife. He was introduced as a brother. Kan mushy, Bun" explained Muli with her style that likes to satirize her brother.

"Basar bocil likes to complain" murmured Aqmal slowly, he sat next to the Mother. Mother Sakila knew, her words that had made Aqmal not calm. Indeed that's what Mother Sakila wants, wants to see the Aqmal response when she knows Fauziah will be proposed to another man.

"Where? Still want an expensive selling? It's a widower, Mal. No need to plan. If you like it just say the same Mother and Father, we will apply Fauziah for you" explained Mother Sakila.

"Yes, I know I'm a widower. But Fauziah is still in school. Anyway, Fauziah does not want to be the same as my widower cake" said Aqmal leaning his head on the back of the chair.

"Well, that's you know. If indeed you like Fauziah, it is a widower who, when married, does not disappoint. Used, expensive selling. Men again" scowled Mother Sakila.

"Istighfar, Bun" Aqmal reminded.

The endless debate was deliberately ended by Aqmal. Arguing with his mother is the same as inviting war. Aqmal went up to his room, standing on the balcony while playing his phone. The man's gaze was sidetracked upon hearing someone call him. And it turned out that Fauziah who happened to be on the balcony was doing his chores.

"Still doing the job"

"Don't sleep late at night, you'll be thinner"

"Yes, Brother. Relax, my BB won't come down even if I don't sleep all night. And won't go up even if I eat a lot"

Aqmal chuckled at reading it. "Yes already. The spirit!!"

Aqmal went into the room. Take off his jacket and go to the bathroom to brush his teeth before going to bed. Not yet finished brushing his teeth, the man's phone rang. Aqmal ignored for a moment, he still brushed his teeth clean.

"No Papa, Duda. The important origin is still handsome" Aqmal muttered confidently. She brushed her hair with her fingers. Aqmal's phone rang again, Aqmal came out of the bathroom reaching for his device, again Lisnawati who contacted him.

"Aqmal, can you lend me some money?"

"Send your account number"

"Yes"

Tut tut tut's...

The phone call was ended by Lis, a few tens of seconds later, Whatsapp messages came in, the account number on behalf of Aqmal Malik was in the contents of the message. Aqmal fell silent, memories once again present. Where he and Lisna to the Bank made savings for Lisna who at that time lost her ID card. While the woman sulked made a savings book. Aqmal who loved his wife so much, he persuaded her by saying.

"Let's go to the Bank, then use my ID card, you hold the book and ATMnya"

"I guess Norek is not used anymore" murmured Aqmal. Aqmal copied the account number and then copied the paste in App BRIMo transfer section. 500 thousand, enough numbers for the shopping money.

"Sorry, I can only send 500 grand"

"No Papa, the price of milk and diapers is not up to 500 thousand"

Aqmal fell silent after reading the reply to the message from Lis. Milk and diapers? What the hell does that mean? Lis has a child. Whose son? Aqmal boy or?

"Do you have children?"

"Yes, his name is Fitra"

"You're married?"

Lis did not reply to messages from Aqmal. He simply read and let the message pass. Aqmal is getting curious.

Seriate....

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