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Eliminate that cold nature

A beautiful morning on Saturday. After finishing breakfast together, Adam immediately heated his car engine for him to use to go to the beach.

Zahira and her mother-in-law were also sitting on the porch looking at Adam wiping the car from the dust.

"Where are you going, son?" Ask Mom. He doesn't yet know the plan for the journey between Adam and Zahira.

Zahira. "We're going to the beach, ma'am." Zahira answered with a smile.

"Hmm, you deserve to be so happy." My mother also smiled.

"Hehe. yes Ma'am. I have never been on vacation for a long time either." Sahut Zahira told.

"Are you alone or is your brother coming?" Ask Mom.

Zahira. "We're all four, but not with Akmal." Answer Zahira.

"Oh, I think Akmal you're asking too. Who are those two with?" Ask Mom curious.

"Akmal if invited will definitely not want to ma'am. We went with Andi and Mila." Answer Zahira.

"Mila, our neighbor Mila is a boy." Obviously I'm afraid if his hearing is misfired.

Zahira nodded.

"Yes Ma'am, Mila is now dating Andi. And who has the desire to go to the beach is Kak Andi." Zahira replied while telling about the romance between Andi and Mila.

Mother was surprised by him too. "Lho, since when? How did you just find out?" Ask Mom to wonder.

Zahira smiled cutely looking at Mom's shocked expression. She was also shocked especially her mother-in-law.

"It hasn't been long before Mom they've been dating her. If it's counted three days too." Answer Zahira.

Mother mangosteen. "Thank God, if Andi already has a boyfriend. That way he can catch you up to the wedding." Do'a Mom for Andi.

"Amin. actually Brother Andi also has the intention to establish the House of Ma'am." Zahira.

Adam's done wiping the car body. Then she washed her hands in the water tap. Seeing the wife and the mother who was busy chatting he immediately approached the two taking a seat next to the wife and then drinking the new coffee made by Zahira.

"Let's go in, take a shower and get ready." Take Adam after drinking his coffee.

Zahira nodded and got up from her seat to follow Adam.

"Mom, I'm in." Said Zahira while carrying a cup of coffee that lives on the waste.

"Yes, son." Answer Mom nodded.

A few minutes later Andi and Mila enter Adam's courtyard.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Say hello to Adam's mother.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Mom answered with a friendly smile.

"Adam same Zahira where's Mom?" Andi asked while sitting in a chair followed by Mila.

"Again in the room was getting ready as well. Mila, how are you, son? Aunt just found out that you're with Andi in love." She asked the girl sitting in front of her.

"Mila's good news Bi.." Mila replied with a shy smile.

"Widih, who do you hear from, Adam or Zahira?" Ask Andi nosily.

"From Mom's daughter-in-law." The answer.

"The Cirain of Adam." Kekeh Andi's.

Mom laughed too. "Where may be the son of the Mother who is ironic talk the stories about this." His word.

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After saying goodbye to Mother, now the white car has been driving through the highway with Adam driving his own car. But later he will take turns with Andi when the time comes home.

"Mas, later stop at the front mini market ya." Zahira.

"Yes dear." Adam answered without looking back because he was focused on looking ahead.

"What do you want to buy, Ra?" Ask Andi.

"You buy the same snacks cold drinks brother, cradle the stomach during the trip." Answer Zahira.

"Eat your start." Andi Ejek.

"Biarin, later Brother Andi will also ask if I buy good food." Zahira's reply made Adam pinch his wife's cheek.

"Oh, that's obvious. Human beings must share. Isn't it Deck?" Andi asked for an opinion from Mila in which the girl just nodded and smiled.

Adam's car stopped at the mini market. Zahira invited Mila down to enter the mini market to buy snacks in the form of bread, snacks and also some cold drinks. Zahira also bought four chocolate-flavored ice cream cups and strawberries. After paying for all his shopping, Zahira and Mila get in the car.

"Come on, we'll walk." Said Zahira after putting on the seat belt. The car drove again.

Zahira opened the grilled corn flavor Snack. He also fed Adam so he could enjoy a new snack he bought.

"Ra, give her a snack dong." Andi Pinta.

Though Mila has also been bought Zahira some snacks the same cold drinks and ice cream. But it's not Andi's name if she doesn't tease Zahira.

"No way, ask Mila over there!" Cynical Zahira.

"Much spy you Ra." Comment Andi.

"Nih Kak, the snack that was bought by Mbak Zahira. Brother can take which." Mila opened a crackle containing snacks and also two bottles of orange-flavored cold drinks.

"Yank, please drink it." Pinta Adam was thirsty.

Zahira immediately opened the bottle cover and gave it to Adam to drink alone but still be careful.

"So buy anything?" Adam asked Zahira.

"Much of Mas, I also buy ice cream." Zahira answered and then ate chocolate-flavored ice cream after the Snack he ate was not exhausted.

"You?" Zahira.

"Can." Nod Adam and immediately open his mouth to receive a mouthful of ice cream from his wife.

"Missful blasphemy you two." Cibir Andi was envious.

"Syric, Brother Andi." Zahira's reply made Adam shake his head.

Not wanting to lose to Adam and Zahira. Andi opened the strawberry-flavored ice cream cup and immediately fed Mila.

"How's it going, good ice cream?" Ask Andi. After asking, Andi immediately ate the ice cream that was so cold that his teeth were sore.

"Enak. I bought it." It was not Mila who answered but Zahira.

"You don't take it personally Mil. Indeed Andi and my wife like to fight if they've met." Adam said in a cold tone and his flat face glanced at Mila in the rearview mirror.

Mila nodded. "I-iya Brother, I-I'm not angry at all. It's even more funny to see Mbak Hira is very jolly." Mila replied with a stiff smile looking at Adam's flat face.

"Well, you're bad Dam. Ordinary times the tone of speech does not have to be flat all the same my boyfriend. So scared of him." Omel Andi's.

"Yes, Mas Adam. Eliminate that coldness!" Sahut Zahira who also protested the husband.

Adam could only breathe.

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