Bismillah Love

Make him Mother's daughter-in-law

Six months passed, indicating that one semester Syafeera had passed, and again the hard work did not disappoint, where the results of IP (Accomplishment Index) 3.7 indicated that in the next semester he could take 24SKS.. Like his target of graduating cumlaude it was an ideal

"wich.. steady Yes, Congratulations yes..so ni cumlaude her..." Hanum congratulates

"May yes.doain..."

Syafeera's intelligence is no longer respected, even now she is also very active in BEM, holding several activities, ranging from banzos and others. Not infrequently many want to get closer, but only those with a thick steel are able to, how not, approach an accomplished girl. But it's not Syafeera if she doesn't refuse.. The approaching average will be rejected, but very well..The reason is quite simple "I'm sorry, haven't thought of it, want to focus on the same lecture" he replied

Even a Adrian who is also a cumlaude graduate candidate just thinks repeatedly to express his feelings.

Sunday, as usual, spent time in the boarding house, when there were no campus activities.and this afternoon Syafeera was ready on her matic motorbike, complete with a helmet that had been locked in the head.

like the promise of the Father, a few months ago when the father and mother visited, as well as buying Syafeera a vehicle. Syafeera actually asked for her matic at home, but the father did not agree.

"That's left at home, you wear it sometimes..."

Thankful Dad there is more savings, so can buy it Syafeera motor, because Dad really avoid RIBA, even the father in buying his Car prefer to buy a used car, because Dad very much avoids RIBA, with sober funds in the purchase of a car that is quite appropriate funds that the father holds, if later there is an additional, the father will exchange additional with the car on top of the car before his, if there is an additional, until Dad managed to have a new car and Tampa RIBA.

"Where are you going??" ask Mother kos

"mommy's shopping, the rice runs out.hehehe"

"be careful.."

"ready ma'am. assalamualaikum"

"vallaynahum"

Syafeera also headed to the traditional market, the market is quite clean and neat, giving rice and also anek vegetables and fish, for its supplies for one week..🤭 wander to teach her a lot of things, more mature and more responsible of course. not infrequently he also asked for help from the boarding mother if she felt he did not understand how to force the processing that he would cook, not infrequently he also asked for help from the boarding house if he did not understand how to force the process that he would cook, or just ask what spice he should use.

After it was felt enough Syafeera also immediately forward his motorbike to the boarding house, but suddenly he turned his motorbike at one of the supermarkets. "forgot to buy fresh bread, can be chilled if you do not buy, but suddenly he turned his motorbike to the other, kayaknya already out of stock at the cost" he said while entering the supermarket

Syafeera went straight to the shelf that plastered her monthly needs as a woman, yes the lady's style of bread🤭 after inserting her bread, it did not get there, it did not get there, now it has become a tradition for mothers both young and old, like to be happy if there is still more money when shopping, there will be an additional list of this other than expected.

Walking through the hawker rack, so not just plain bread in the basket, there is sweet and assorted bread that is still and savory (jajanan) accompany in the basket.

When going to walk to the cashier, Syafeera's eyes were fixed on a mother, who seemed troubled by her innate, Syafeera rushed to pick up a trolley, and pushed the trolley towards the mother.

"Mu input into the trolley only, so it is not heavy" Syafeera said offering

"eh he son. thanks, I thought it was not this much" replied the mother and Syafeera also helped the mother move the groceries into the trolley.

"It's Mom.." said he.

"thank you son, beautiful as his face" praised the mother

"sama ma'am, I need to help the cashier, if it is enough, I happen to also want to go to the cashier"

"nerepotin later" said the mother while stroking Syafeera's arm

"not at all. let's Mom..."

They went to the cashier, and after paying, they went to the exit, and the mother was waiting for someone like her.

"mom waiting for a taxi..?? or do I need a taxi?"

"no need, my son will pick me up, maybe soon, you want me to drop off??"

"thank you ma'am, I brought a motorbike" while referring to his forced motorbike

"just finished your monthly shopping??" ask the mother for seeing Syafeera shopping quite a lot..

"hehe.ia Ma'am.if that is what I am first Ma'am"

The mother nodded her head and once again thanked him for his help.

"it's like being married when viewed from his shopping, but still young, try to have a daughter-in-law like him" the mother muttered when Syafeera had been late to increase self-service

Shortly after the sound of the car horn, and out came a handsome young man approaching him.

"God willing.. a lot of Bun..??"ask her while pushing the trolley and putting the groceries into the trunk, then put the trolley into her place.

"Bun..kok daydreaming ?? daydreaming what??"

"so someone helped mommy, when did you get to..??"

install a self belt for the mother and bring a car to explore the streets of Jogjakarta.

"mother daydreaming, daydreaming what??"

"so the mother again overwhelmed the same groceries, while others watch, some with the initiative bring a trolley to the mother, and help the mother also input groceries mother to the trolley.."

"trus...??"

"beautiful, kind, friendly.id your dream, make you fall in love"

"hahaha. mother joking, who should fall in love is a man and a woman Bun..."

"Yee.. fall in love with prospective ghosts also need times.let get along.."

"Mother...mother...trus why even daydream??"

"eh pas just wanted to go home, on his bike full of shopping, starting from rice, vegetables and others, like already married, but still young.."

"meaning he married young Bun, and has not been paired as a mother-in-law..."

"God... Aydan.you are insensitive yes.mother wants you to get married soon.."

"later when the time comes also marriage" he answered casually while laughing because of the story of the mother,

it turns out that the mother Syafeera helped was the mother of the killer lecturer...

"And... Aydan.stop.." ask mom suddenly.

"why is Bun??"

"that and.. that.".show a girl who distributed snacks to some street children.

Aydan also squinted his eyes, trying to focus on the figure you pointed at "Syafeera" he explained

"who and...?? he helped the mother"

"mommy sure...??"

"believe me, the memory and eyes of the mother are still good, yes, while menoel nose pointed The son "who did you mention??"

"Syafeera Bun, she's Aydan's student..."

"Seriously....??"

"Seriously lah..."

"Alhamdulillah.." said Gratitude mother.

"sook Alhamdulillah...??"

"means there's still a chance of you guys being a match, it's still a sigle right??" ask mommy with her fuss

Aydan can only shake with the mother's behavior, and smile at the knot watching Syafeera from a distance.

"kok go, ayu approach..."

"the mother of ngacok..."

"Serious mother Aydan..the mother fell in love with him, make him mother-in-law huh..??" pinta the mother

"Mother.he just finished the first semester.Mother mah ngacok..after all he does not want to date, he wants to graduate with cumlaude" Aydan explained about Syafeera in detail.

"well good it was immediately married" said the mother with the spirit of her 45

Aydan can only shake with the behavior of the mother.

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