Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 73

Alby

Morning greet....

I bathed my Nabil. We both walked out of the room to the dining table. I sat Nabil on his bench.

"You want milk dear?", asked Mak to Nabil.

"Udah!", she answered briefly.

"Want some bread or some rice to sit?", Mak gave me another option.

But Nabil looked at me. Seeing me filling my plate with fried rice and vermicelli and omelette.

"You are rich, but papa's bribe!" said Nabil. I looked at him.

"Yes, papa bribe!", I said as I rubbed his head.

"Prayer?", I asked Nabil.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Allahuma bariklana fima Rozak tana wakina adzabanar. aamiin!", he said with a lisp.

"His minister is father's son!"

Nabil smiled happily in praise like that. It is not like that, sometimes we need to praise for our children so that he feels proud of himself.

I slowly fed Nabil. He was pretty good at eating that rice.

"Father!"

"Yes son!?"

"So when is Abah's house in the village?", asked Nabil to me. I glanced at Mak who was also staring at me.

"Eum. insya Allah if your work has not been much dear. If you go now - now kasian om Azminya."

Nabil seemed to be pouting at my answer. Was the kid disappointed?

"Darling, dangeringin papa. Papa wants to go back to the village. I want to go there again. But.papa has a responsibility now. Papa's work is still a lot. You know what, baby?"

"What's the responsibility?" asked Nabil.

I breathe out slowly. It was my fault for explaining something he had never heard before.

"Responsibility, the work you have to do. This example! Nabil has to eat full with nutritious food, sleep in a comfortable place. Well that's .. Papa's responsibility, being Nabil's parent!"

Oh God, may my son understand!

Nabil seemed silent. Maybe I was thinking. I was afraid to ask again but I couldn't give him a satisfactory answer.

"OK pa! But I promise you, we're going to Abah's house in the village!"

"Yes dear. God willing. Pray papa let his work be smooth. So you can go to Abah's village!"

Nabil nodded cheerfully. Shortly after, Ani's tea came. Nabil turned to his nanny. So I say goodbye to Nabil and Mak.

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"Mi!"

''What mi? What fried stew?", asked Azmi.

"Baperan deh since the marriage stay of ustazah Salsabila! I mean, Azmi!"

"What the heck brought Salsabila's ustadzah?! He is happy now. I want to find the rich of my late wife!"

Azmi continued her work. And I myself entered my room. It turns out there's a lot of files I have to take care of today. When can I see Mara's papi?

Ceklekk. Azmi came to bring me another map.

"This is my job, Azmi?"

"No! Nabil's work twenty years to come", answered lightly without burden.

"Rese Lo!", he placed the map in a pile near my right arm.

"When do I have spare time? I want to go back to the village. My son wants to go there!"

Azmi opened her phone. Disappointed my schedule.

"Maybe two or three more days there is a loose time after that can take a leave of absence during the weekend!", replied Azmi.

"It's not enough for the weekend, is it?" asked Azmi.

"Capek back and forth Azmi. Except....?"

I looked at him seriously.

"What??"

"Unless Lo comes along. Weekend right? So you can change the car drive."

''And there is a Sapto mang?", he asked.

"Yes, but Mila's tea time keeps the house alone."

Azmi seemed to think for a moment.

"Yes, I'm coming! But it is calculated overtime!", said Azmi.

"Whatever Lo!", I said. After that, he came out of my room to his table again.

Almost at half an hour, Azmi walked into my room again.

"I want to pray, together?"

"Bareng!", I answered while taking off my pantofel shoes and I replaced them with flip-flops.

We both headed to our mushola floor. As usual, we were always the center of attention. They are used to seeing both of us.

"Eating in the cafeteria?", asked Azmi.

"Lo ain't cooking?"

"Again males. Not shopping yet!", replied Alby.

"Yes, the father of the household. We're having lunch in the cafeteria!", I patted her on the shoulder.

"Damn Lo!", Azmi snorted in annoyance. But I'm glad to see him upset like that.

We arrived at the cafeteria. Azmi and I chose to sit in the corner. If I wear a suit normally, but not when I pray. So if you look, I'm no different than my employees who only wear shirts.

Lately I've felt the change is quite significant. No more girls trying to get close to me. Alhamdulillah?! Little relieved!

In the middle of my lunch, someone came up to me.

"Hi, Mas Alby!", he said kindly. Azmi and I turned.

Why is this girl here??