Don't insult my MOTHER

Chapter 13

Najib kept pacing in the living room of his house, feeling somehow so want to meet with jihan.

"Actually, what's wrong with me." murmured najib.

He just kept patting his chest that was pounding more and more.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

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"Wa'alaikumsalam, aunty." said Najib when the door was opened.

Zia was sitting on the sofa in Najib's living room, her eyes very sharp looking at the nephew. But the one that was stared at as if it did not care, because Najib still felt his heart that continued to pound uncharacteristically.

"You, why? Sit down!" pinta zia upon seeing her nephew still continued to stand agitatedly.

Najib sat facing Zia, but somehow his mouth seemed locked. Everything he wanted to say to his aunt was gone somewhere.

"You asked auntie to come just to see you dumb, did you?" tanya zia laden will be satire.

"Hey, you really won't talk! Alright. Then the aunt will meet jihan." said aunt zia again, when Najib still kept quiet without saying what he had said on the phone.

"I'm coming!" najib was quick.

"What's this?"

"You've been quiet ever since, but after aunt talked about jihan. You're so excited." zia looked at Najib in full search

"Don't look at me like that, I just need to take a walk" Najib replied.

"Didn't you just come out of Grandma's house yesterday?" ask zia.

"yes"

"And, you called last night to talk about something, but just kept quiet. And now what? You said you needed a walk. What's up?" zia asked who was beginning to be suspicious of the oddity of her nephew.

"Actually I'd like to ask aunty's opinion about marriage, is she nice?" ask najib

"really waiting? Or jihan?" ask Zia without answering najib's question.

"jihan, uh! Kok jihan anyway. Emm,, I mean, aunty, aunt." jawba najib confused.

"Ah, yes. Now aunt understands."

"Kinanti, still in school. Do you love him?" ask zia.

"No!"

"Then?"

"emmd.. Actually, aunt Riana was planning to betroth me to a win. And I said I'd think of her." Najib was doubtful.

"God! Najibs. You are an adult man. Must be able to decide. Which one do you want and which you don't!"

"Tante, don't teach you to be a man like this. You lost the same time jihan anyway!" zia.

"I mean auntie?" najib was confused as to where the tant talks were headed.

"Look, jihan. Even if she's a woman but she's firm and can protect what she has to protect. And he can make firm decisions without seeing who asks. If he likes it or doesn't like it, he'll talk without stalling."

"It should be as a man you can be assertive. Men's time is like this." continued zia with a glance at Najib.

"Me, not like aunt's mind. But,,, "

"Ah, right. There must be a tapi."

"Don't melt, kind of watery crackers."

"yes, yes. All righty! Talk to aunty, feel like talking to jihan." said Najib annoyed.

"Yes, great. So you know what you have to say?" ask zia to make sure.

"I'll reject it. I'm still very young anyway. He said he had a lot of goals that he wanted to achieve" Najib replied, remembering how I talked to him, if he had a lot of goals that he wanted to achieve, he said, I don't know what goals the girl wants to achieve. But rather than amanda, I was much better. She was younger than Amanda, but her way of thinking was much wiser than Amanda.

While jihan, Najib does not know too much jihan. Because ever since Jihan's father died. Jihan was taken care of by her mother who did not know where they lived. Najib only met jihan recently. But somehow there was a part of his heart that began to admire the sweet girl who was bar-bar.

"Hey, dumb again. Was ah! If it's aunty wants to meet jihan." said zia disperse daydream najib.

"Wait, tan. I'm coming along." cried najib.

"You go to the office, don't join the aunt." Zia refused.

"I'm not going to the office, I've been with aunty. How's it?"

"Yes, okay!" answer zia.

After getting zia's approval, Najib immediately called his assistant rio at the office.

The car rolled away from Najib's residence, which had agreed with Jihan by phone agreeing to meet at a cafe.

"Where are we going?" ask Najib when the car that zia drive different directions with the house of jihan.

"Say you want to nemenin, aunt. How about it." replied zia

"Don't you just say that we're going to meet Jihan."

"Oh, so you're coming with auntie because of jihan."

"Eh! That's not it, I mean... "

"Tante has made an appointment at the cafe" replied zia cutting sentences that have not been completed. Zia now understood one thing, only it seemed Najib would have trouble remembering how hard a jihan was.

"okay" said Najib who inexplicably burst his heart like boiling water. Najib himself was confused by his circumstances, because he had never experienced things as he now feels.

Zia who understood the heart of her bangs could only smile glancing at Najib with the tail of her eyes.

"Are you okay?" tanya zia fished najib expression.

"Huh, you mean auntie? Why am I?" najib replied nervously.

"Just asked, you've been misbehaving. How about being told to propose to Jihan. It seems you will die before you get married."

"Tante, good wishes. I don't want to make jihan a widow" Najib said.

"God! So you're... "

"Tante, stop!"

"A ha ha ha... Some fall in love apparently, but the romances of his path will not suit your shallow mind. "

"God! It looks like I'm a step-nephew." Najib said patting him on the head.

Zia chuckles at Najib's words. The place that was shown was already visible, zia parked her car and then immediately went down when she saw that jihan had entered the cafe.

"Damn!" call zia a little scream.

"Tante, I think I've been waiting." said jihan when he saw zia behind him, jihan twraeny happy to see zia yqng always excited when he met her. The middle-aged woman always looks like a cheerful abege. But the smile of jehan instantly vanished when he saw Najib approaching them.

"You!"

Seeing the expression of jihan, zia immediately turned her head and sure enough it turned out that Najib was already behind her.

"Jihan, sorry. Aunty should take him, because he's sick." Original zia speech.

Najib frowned at the sound of his tantalizing speech.

"I mean, aunt. We're going to the doctor?" ask jihan.

"no."

"Ah, great! I think we're going to the doctor." said jihan.

"Indeed, if we're doctors, you don't want to." asked Najib annoyed.

"Yes! Even if the pain is at home, why come here." replied jihan

Zia started to get dizzy hearing their quarrel, she had already expected this. So instead of her also participating in the stress of listening to them, Zia chose to leave them and sit on the sofa that had been provided by the cafe.

Jihan tailed behind zia, leaving Najib who was still dumbfounded with jihan's answer. His mind started to get messed up. Suppose that jihan became his wife he could die from abandonment.

Remembering that Najib shuddered in horror, I don't know what kind of thoughts were going through his brain.

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