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"No, not until you forgive me." Adam said, leaning Zahira's head against his chest. Adam also stroked the head of the wife with love every once in a while he kissed.

Zahira only frowned, she could imagine how happy Citra was at that time because she had managed to hug her husband. Surely now that the girl was in the flowery, 'Ck' Zahira could only cluck up.

"Darling..don't be angry again huh?" Adam pleaded with Zahira who was silent in his arms.

Zahira sighed deeply, this was not her husband's will either but the tenacious one who had no shame. But anyway Zahira still does not accept, want it feels like he scratches Citra's face to vent his frustration.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Because I know it's not Adam's fault either." Zahira replied in the end, after being silent for a while.

Zahira raised her head to look at Adam's face and she kissed him gently.

Adam was so relieved, Zahira finally wanted to forgive herself. It turned out that his wife had mature thoughts and jealousy only for a moment, unlike him if again jealousy is very outrageous.

They looked at each other and smiled together.

"Thank you." Whisper Adam, then re-hugged Zahira by giving kisses repeatedly on the woman's head.

"Mas.don't you peck at me asphyxiate me.." Zahira complained because Adam hugged himself quite tightly.

Adam began to loosen his arms he chuckled little, what an adorable wife this is. On the two cheeks Zahira pinched with anxiety.

"The sweetness of this wife." Praise Adam.

A little look on Zahira's face again beamed to hear her husband's words. A smile lined up on her thin lips.

"Yank. later after Maghrib Andi will be here." Adam Say.

"Mas Negapain?" Zahira asked and then broke her embrace.

"You came to Mila's house." Answer Adam.

Zahira came down from Adam's lap. Sitting alone on the edge of the mattress and removing the hood because of the sultry as well, after all he was only in the room.

"Well, what do you want Brother Andi to come there?" Zahira asked confusedly.

Adam smiled faintly before telling about his best friend.

"It turns out that all this time Andi likes Mila, he asked for our help to launch his approach later." Answer Adam.

"So we'll be a good matchmaker, haha.." Zahira chuckled. Funny according to him too.

"No papa, for the sake of helping friends there is no harm either." Adam's voice relaxes.

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"Dam.I'm so excited about this." Andi said, sitting on Adam's porch before going to Mila's house.

Zahira smiled funny looking at Andi's face. "Sister.this is not a proposal so just relax." Said Zahira trying to calm Andi.

"But Ra. This is my first time. I was afraid that my arrival there would be rejected by Mila." Andi said in an anxious tone.

"You haven't tried it yet, you've said no." Adam's mouth was shaking his head.

"Silent Brother Andi.. Mila's father was a good man. Not as fierce as Brother Andi thinks." Connect Zahira.

"Well, let's go to Mila's house now." Take Adam to Andi and Zahira.

"Come on." Zahira answered with enthusiasm.

Adam smiled amusedly at the spirit of his wife. Who has whose wish? Whose spirit.

They came to Mila's house on foot, because the location of Mila's house was right to the right of Adam's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Say their greetings in front of the door of Mila's house whose door was tightly closed.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer a man from within.

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Andi tried to master himself so as not to be nervous in front of his future father-in-law. Yes if the pedekate is accepted if rejected?

"Eh, there's a guest apparently. Who are you going to meet?" Ask Mr. Mila kindly.

"We want to meet Mila, Mr. Dhe. Is Mila there?" Zahira asked politely.

"Oh, meet Mila anyway. There's no, Mila's home. Come on, come on in you guys." Replied Mr. Mila to let them go inside.

Adam and Zahira sat down on the chair.

"See, Mr. Dhe called Mila in his room first." Said Mr. Mila.

"How much are you Ndi?" Adam asked after Mila disappeared from view.

"Where did I not strain Dam, look at Mila's father earlier." Answer Andi. She was really nervous.

It was not long before Mila and her parents came to them. Mila was confused because it was not usual for them to come here looking for her.

"Eh. There's Adam's son, Zahira and Nak Andi all looking for Mila." Welcome her mother Mila with the typical smile of mothers while carrying a tray containing three cups of warm tea then put on the table.

"Please drink the tea still warm." Sahut Mr. Mila who has sat in front of Andi as well as Mila and her mother who has also sat.

"Yes, Mr. Dhe." Adam and Zahira answered at the same time. While Andi should not be asked, he was fighting his nervousness in front of the girl he liked.

"Ah yes, this is my hand, Mila." Said Andi after being silent for a while while holding out a box of cookies that he bought earlier this afternoon.

Mila accepted it with pleasure. "Thank you Brother Andi." Smiling words.

"Y-yeah, you're the same." Andi replied stammering at Mila's smile.

Adam and Zahira looked at each other and smiled funnyly at Andi who suddenly became gago.

"Sir.we'll just go. It's a young man's business." Mila's mother whispered in her husband's ear.

Mr. Mila nodded in agreement and said 'yes'. "Yes, we stay. Please have a chat with Mila, we don't want to interfere with the affairs of the young people." Said Mr. Mila giving understanding.

"Yes, we'll go back first." Connect Mila's mother.

"Thank you Miss Dhe, Mr. Dhe." Zahira smiled. They nodded and passed.

"Tumben These brothers want to see me?" Tanya Mila started her chat.

"So, Mil, we came here to get to know you even closer." Zahira represents.

"meaning?" Ask Mila, because she did not understand while looking at the three of them in turn.

"Come on Ndi, you have to talk don't be quiet." Adam patted Andi's thigh.

"Emm, actually, I came here to have another purpose Mil.." Andi was confused where to start.

"What purpose is it, brother?" Tanya Mila waited for Andi to speak again.

Andi gathered her courage.

"Honestly, Mil. I've loved you for a long time." Andi answered in the end.

"Well..." Mila said with surprise.

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