Dad For Aisyah

This is really tomboy.

Satisfied bathing ball Ais felt thirsty, with pleasure Abu bought drinks and snacks. "Liha... Do you want to go shopping?" Ask Abu.

"Most buy milk for Ais Bi" Liha replied. The need for a new kitchen shopping late two weeks ago certainly still exists.

Aslihah take the toddler's milk then take it to the cashier. He opened the ATM card.

"Liha... Why are you using your own ATM? Is my ATM empty?" Abu Cecar. Though he had forbidden his wife to not use Liha's salary for household needs.

"There's still a lot of Bi, but right..." Liha did not continue her words.

"But because for the needs of Ais, then you don't want to use my money, that's it! You mean?!" Abu was offended by Liha's attitude. That way Liha still doubted her affection for Ais.

"Not so Bi. ya already, I use your ATM dech" looked at Abu's unusual face, Liha immediately did as Abu wanted.

"Well, that's dong" concluded Abu, after Liha paid at the cashier, then they returned to the pharmacy.

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The day changed, it was time for Sunday, a man riding his motorcycle smiled behind a helmet. He is happy, today has a reason to refuse the choice of the Mama who will be betrothed to him.

Flashback.

"Nanta..on Sunday Mama will introduce a girl who is suitable for you" The middle-aged mother was apparently restless. He was almost 27 years old, but his son had never introduced a woman to him. Mama thinks her son is not normal.

"Mama don't have to bother, I already have a candidate" replied Nanta origin. At this time the child and mother had just finished breakfast, before leaving for the office and to the boutique.

"Then why don't you introduce the girl to Mama" said Mama Zarina. Mama Zarina certainly wants to have a grandchild soon. Though Nanta's friends mostly already have children, including Bumantara.

"Silence Ma... Later sometime.I introduce the girl with Mama" replied Nanta while wearing shoes. Well dressed to the office.

"Mama don't believe it! Sunday tomorrow will introduce the girl of Mama's choice, surely you are suitable and immediately like it" said mama Zarina as she passed leaving Nanta who just tidied up the material pants that he rolled up.

"Maa. wait for Maa..."

Shouted Nanta. But Mama Zarina got into the car to the boutique.

"Maahhhggg..." Nanta punched the wind.

Flashback.

The bike finally arrived at the Moon house, as usual Nanta pushed the fence. Simultaneously Sumidah who was ready to leave as usual wearing jeans and a t-shirt complete with a veil that he used originally.

"Let's get going" Nanta is already perched on his big bike.

"Wait a minute, actually I'm going to tell you what to do?" Midah is afraid not to let Nanta channel girls to striped nose men. "Hiii. scary"

"What a scary Tomboy, your job is just pretending to be my future wife in front of Mama, that's all"

"Pretending to be a wife? Oh no. So you taught me to lie!" Tandas Medah's. He was told to pretend to be a future wife to parents too, even so, Madah was certainly afraid of sin, Ambu had never taught lying.

"Plac!" His hand landed on Nanta's back.

"Aaggg...tomboy pain.Your hand is if it hits harder than the hammer, you know!" Nanta grimaces.

"Rigid"

"Here you go, don't waste any more time" as soon as Nanta pulled out the hand of Medah, forcing him to ride on the bike.

"Wait on! Mama you're not Miss Rina, are you? He'd have met me once, if he'd known me how?" Medah had met Zarina when she attended the four-month anniversary of the moon's pregnancy.

"Alaah..it is already almost two years Tomboy.Mama may not remember, anyways loe it looks old like never again, so do not gr"

"Plac!"

"aw.... Tomboy?! Not yet so bini loe already plok plaques! If it really runs out gw" Nanta shook the head of Madah's hand if it hurts right.

"Who wants to be your baby!" This time Madah had climbed on the bike, while sitting holding Nanta's shoulder. The master smiled covered in a helmet. The motorbike sped away until it arrived at a salon, Nanta stopped the motorbike.

"Cock stop here?" Ask Mada when the helmet is open.

"It's part of your job" Nanta held the hand of Medah.

"Don't look for a chance!" Madah slammed into the hand of the man beside her. The man just smiled.

"Loe that if not ranting how minutes it is, loe lips twitch" Nanta pinched the lips of Medah.

"Can! Kan, sassy!" Sumpul Medah, they went into the salon, Nanta met the woman who dressed up pretty talking something no matter what they were talking about. Nanta tells Madah to follow the woman, while Nanta waits while playing a cell phone.

An hour later. "Try Miss to look at the mirror first" said the woman who had conjured the face of Madah.

"Well..." Mida was surprised to see her face in front of the mirror.

"Gorgeous lady, right? Now come with me" Perias took Madah to the dressing room. "Miss now change clothes." perias gave paper bag, to Madah.

"Where's this Mommy from?" Tanya Medah looked at the paper bag. Because Mada doesn't feel like buying.

"This dress is from Mr. Nanta, you better change this outfit, I stay first" said the beautiful woman leaving Madah. Medah went into the room Pas opened a paper bag containing a beautiful woman's dress complete with hijab.

"About..I deserve it? Wearing clothes like this?" Muttered Midah then opened the jeans and t-shirt.

Dress impressed relaxed yet elegant has been attached to the body of Medah. "Hopefully, I'm confident in clothes like this" Midah komat kamit spoke to himself. The habit of Madah who always wears pants, will not be easy if wearing a dress. He will be free to move because a posterior woman like herself cannot be as graceful as a feminine woman.

Selelsai dressed as Medah came out of the fitting room to meet Nanta who was still cool with a mobile phone in hand. Nanta's eyes caught the foot that was already wearing the shoes he bought standing in front of him. Nanta deliberately chose shoes that are not high heels so that Madah who used to wear flip-flops was performed without difficulty when walking.

Nanta lifted his head, from shoes to knees, up to his stomach, chest, and lastly face. Nanta's eyes no longer blink when staring at the bar woman it could also turn elegant.

...CONNECTIVITY. ...