
"I.Justin to the apartment first yes A. Take my clothes. There's no way I'm buying clothes all of a sudden", Amara's permission breaks their arms.
"Anyone who goes home to the apartment and comes back here to pick up Nabil, neng."
"Oh...Thus, what am I doing dong?", asked Mara confused.
"Eum, cook for dinner the three of us. I miss your cooking!", whispered Alby. A smile emanated on Mara's pretty face.
"Not want to cook, but ..we haven't even been shopping baby!"
Alby smiled faintly. Then he took Amara to the refrigerator in the kitchen. He opened his refrigerator. In there, there are already several kinds of vegetables, fruit, fish, meat, egg tofu tempe. Even Frozen food.
"This..Who wrote A?"
"Teh Mila equals Mang Sapto, neng. They've prepared everything."
"O Allah, how good are they?!", Amara was moved.
"And, right there.!", Alby pointed at a closet downstairs.
"Rice, oil and flour are there. Then the next shelf contains hoarding.In addition, the plate rack and friends. If the above that we usually use everyday"
Amara nodded. Indeed, he did not expect if the trivial thing was that Alby prepared in such a way, even through the hands of others.
"The washing machine is one tube, let it stay dry because it's dry enough." Again Amara just nodded.
"Aa wants to keep hiring Ani's tea as usual. Do we need to use art?"
"Nga A. I'm used to doing homework anyway. So, I'm sure without any art I can keep working in the office."
"You..ngga offended right, dear? Not that I don't mean to believe that you can take good care of Nabil. I just don't want you to be tired, baby."
"Yes, A. I understand that."
Alby rubbed Amara's upper arm.
"Do you want me to know what A? There's all these ingredients in the fridge!"
"Well, whatever you cook, Aa eats. But.kalo Nabil, he prefers fruity vegetables. Want it soup or clear vegetables. And yes ..which is proof that he's a son of Sundanise, don't miss Neng's salted fish."
Amara chuckled softly. It's nothing, just can't believe that Nabil who was born in the Hartama family still wants to eat ordinary class food like himself and his father too. But yes..the name is also taste, right?
"Okay, I'm sure of anything later. You have to eat a lot!", said Amara.
"Ready Mrs Alby!", said Alby while respectfully respecting the flag.
"Heheheheh feels like he's still Lettu now!", said Amara. Both chuckle softly. Alby leaves their house to go to the apartment and picks up Nabil at his grandmother's house.
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Azmi and Nur had arrived at the court of Ponpes Salsabila teaching. Because the owner of the cottage knows Nur's parents, Kyai Ahmad also welcomed the arrival of Nur and Azmi.
"Assalamualaikum kyai!", Nur greeted kyai Ahmad who was his uminya senior while in the cottage first. Yes, both of Nur's parents are religious figures. Same with Salsabila. But not with Nur who is still urgently.
"Walaikumsalam, enter Neng Nur. And...?"
"Assalamualaikum. I am Azmi, the saint's guardian on behalf of Aisha Princess Abdullah."
"Oh.iya, it seems like I'm no stranger. Let's go in, Abah just as Nur's umi has also come. Let's go to Abah's cabin!", pinta kyai Ahmad.
Nur and Azmi swallow the saliva. The two stared at each other confused until Azmi finally decided her gaze first.
"Tock...Abah same umi you...here? Isn't it our purpose here to meet your neighbor?", asked Azmi.
"I also do not know A!", Azmi replied because she did not know if her parents visited the cottage where her parents taught.
"Walaikumsalam!", replied the people who were inside there including Salsabila.
Azmi's face immediately stiffened when she found out that there was someone she knew well. The man she had once disappointed!
"Azmi!", exclaimed the man and rose from his chair.
"Sir...Mirza!", said Azmi nervously.
"Change!", Nur approached a man called Abah. He kissed the back of his big brother's hand, after that uminya.
So then.... Nur Mirza sir's daughter?
"Please sit down Azmi!", pinta Kyai Ahmad. Azmi was a little shy. Really, he did not expect to meet again with the figure of a man who meritorious in his life and once he was disappointed as well.
Mr. Mirza looked at Azmi's face with an unfathomable look.
"So...what would Azmi ask your sister Salsa??", asked Mr. Mirza in a firm voice.
All stiffened, not least Azmi who was suddenly at the stake with that remark.
"How dare you propose to my daughter?", asked Mirza again. There is silence and tension.
Ummya Nur did not react much. And apparently, Azmi also just saw the wife of Mr. Mirza.
"A...Aa!", call Nur Lirih. Azmi looked at Nur. Whether called a lover or girlfriend or.
"Heuh?", Azmi was a little aware.
Not yet out any answer from Azmi, the figure of the little girl knocking on the door.
"Assalamualaikum!", his greeting.
"Walaikumsalam!", answer all that there is j hut kyai. Azmi turned to the person who gave her greetings, because she knew very well who the owner of the voice was.
"Abi!", the Princess approached Azmi and hugged her daughter so tightly. They both miss each other.
"Abi didn't say you wanted to see the Princess!", the Princess' tears melted. He was surprised by the surprise of his ashes.
"Sorry dear Abi!", Azmi wipes away the Princess' tears. Mirza got up from her seat.
"She's your daughter, Azmi?", asked Mirza. Without hesitation, Azmi nodded.
"Yes Azmi sir, this girl is my daughter!", replied Azmi. All were bewitched by the scene before them. Because they never know if Azmi and Mirza had known each other before.
"Follow me!", ask Mr. Mirza on Azmi. The sounds of grumpy-grouse began to be heard, but Azmi preferred to follow Mirza sir.
"Daughter, wait here. Abi wants to talk to Mirza for a second."
"Yes Abi!", replied the Princess. He also approached Salsabila's ustadzah, because he was the ustadzah in his class so far.
On a terrace....
"Where is your choice of woman?", asked Mr. Mirza.
"Officially the Princess died a year and a half ago, Mr. Mirza."
"You refused to be my son-in-law. But now you just want to propose to my youngest daughter?", asked Mirza while looking at the figure she once wanted to be made a daughter-in-law.
"Sorry sir, I know you have a lot to do with my life. But.I can't force Nayla to marry me while she's already chosen someone else. And .. I really don't know if....Nur is the youngest daughter of Mirza sir!"
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Little Azmi interlude nothing yakkk???? 🙏🙏🙏🙏
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