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Mairah Room // 20.10 WIB.

Mairah just finished performing the prayer service isya, a little late because he was too engrossed in playing mobile phones.

"O Allah, open your heart to Satria so as not to lash again. I am sorry that Allah has not been in the temple for three days." Look how magical a Mairah, even when facing the creator of the girl is still an installment.

Matter Satria, the father of one child had not seen him for three days. Only Kenzo who never seemed to visit him, Satria still crave or rather jealous, because Mairah who is cool again cool haha-hihi with om-om fried.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

Mairah who was folding her face turned towards the door of her room which was knocked.

"Why mbak?" Ask Gita who knocked on her door.

“Pake hiiab you. It's Satria ahead." Said Gita, then the mother passed by the guest room.

Tumben my prayer answered cepet.

Mairah snatched the instant hijab hanging behind the door and went out to meet Satria who was chatting with her mother and brother.

"Ekhem." He deliberately cleared his throat to attract the attention of the three adults, his eyes encoding Mbak Gita to leave them both.

Gita who understood the code given by her sister-in-law immediately pulled Gavin to resign on the grounds of wanting a donkey.

"Yuk mas to the kelonan's room." Rayu Gita is interspersed with her death wink.

Gavin who ngeces, galpok with the invitation of Gita immediately agreed with the spirit of 45.

The latest style smells.

Ignoring the drunken couple, Mairah turned to look at Satria who was also staring at him. At the blow of her beautiful buttocks on the sopa knob beside Satria, with the body facing the idol of heart.

"New nyampe mas?" Satria nodded and returned busy with her phone.

Long enough Mairah and Satria were silent. Actually, only Satria who feel at home does not sound any other case with Mairah who had been blinking there twinkling here, bend there and bend here, all sorts of wobbles he shows ranging from rocking dipper to rocking gribel he has done to attract the attention of the widows one in front of him.

But the result is nil, Satria is not interested in paying attention to it.

"Is my body less semok huh?" Inner Mairah, his brain was spinning around looking for ideas that could attract Satria.

"Am I*****just a duda." Of course again the thought was only stuck in his brain not until it was done, afraid to the greb bang Gavin he said.

Mairah raised both of her hands. "Gue blush. Mas loh no bosen what is silent?"

Satria glared at the call of my tablets that came out of the sweet lips of his future wife.

"Lust be happy, you make my makeup anyway." The protest did not accept.

"His brother, from that moment I was beaten." He seeks justification.

"Mas is still like you."

Mairah rolled his eyes lazy, he could no longer afford to be silent like the last few days.

"Well, I'm wrong, sorry I'm so." Mairah blinked her eyes with a clear face.

"I'm sorry but there are conditions." Satria flicked Mairah's forehead, it could be out of control if it continues to be presented with the adorable face of Mairah.

"What's? What's the condition, ta lakalin right now." Enthusiasticity follow.

"Is this the same thing I want!?"

Duars! Hurricanes and******pacons collide with each other. The laughter of the magician boomed in Mairah's brain imagining the rage of the mother who knew her son was married to a widower. It's nothing Mairah hasn't told about Satria to her parents, she doesn't know how they reacted.

"What being married to me is a nightmare." Satria spoke out from her tone the man was disappointed.

Mairah. "It's not. Nope. It's anu-anu, what is it. Anu. know ah geleb.."

"Just believe me, I love and love Satria and nerima Kenzo as well. But to get married I'm not ready. Eat it while Satria believes me." Mairah said, his hand grasped the hand of Satria sitting in front of him.

Satria nodded at the sight of earnestness in Mairah's eyes. "Mas hold your words. And as for the terms of your apology, let me know tomorrow."

I still remember the widower.

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City park // 07.00 WIB.

"The spirit of Mairah for the worship of the beloved heart." The people who heard the screams of the hijab girl just shook their heads.

Strange girls, they thought.

Satria who jogged leisurely behind Mairah chuckled at the miraculous behavior of the woman he loved. Today he took Mairah for a jog around the city park, Kenzo? The boy lived with his parents who were visiting Kalimantan.

"Let's go fast." Mairah shouted far ahead, her hands waving at him.

Satria smiled with her hand gesturing for Mairah to resume her running.

Satria continued to run around the park, whether it had been a round that I forgot. Too busy running he did not realize that Mairah was no longer running in front of him.

Where is the girl? Her thought. There is no way Mairah is kidnapped, where there are kidnappers who want to kidnap an outlier girl like Mairah who is making dizzy.

Satria again ran while looking at the shoulder of the park road who knew Mairah was running, but the girl was missing somewhere to make Satria anxious not a bitch.

"Where's that kid.?"

When again fun to go around looking for the figure of Mairah, there is one object that attracts his attention.

There. Under the tree precisely beside the sales brother Cilok, was gathering rame-rame street children who busking and playing. But that was not what attracted his attention but a human figure of the female gender with a hijab on his head that attracted the attention of Satria.

Satria approached the group of children who made a circle shape like swarming something.

Kening Satria frowned knowing Mairah was the object of the crowd. The girl crouched down, facing two boys who were 12 and 13 years old. In each of his right hands he held an empty bottle of medium-sized mineral water.

"Corn, brother Mairah.. Mairahs." The cheers of the little ones that surround them.

"Paper Scissor Stone." Said the three.

Mairah gave the scissors and the two boys compactly gave the paper.

"Yes, I won. Here hand over the offerings to your souls, sons of men." Sorak Mairah. His hands raised smashed the empty bottle of mineral water into the heads of the two boys before him.

Dukes. Dukes.

Satria glared perfectly in disbelief at what the 23-year-old woman was doing.

"Madly." Call Satria firmly.

Mairah turned her head towards Satria with her signature grin.

"Eh mas Satria. Was it long ago?" Ask cengengesan.

Satria squeals at Mairah's busy hands hiding evidence of a mineral water bottle that became the main weapon to launch his acts of oppression to two human children before him.

"Back home." Said Satria coldly before passing leaving Mairah trailing behind her.

Well,**M**ai, cambek again it's father one.