Don't insult my MOTHER

Chapter 15

"Sir, please tell him to step aside!" ibra politely.

"Good, den."

The security guard told jihan that the one behind him would come in.

"All right!" reply jihan back must relented, because it turns out the stone man was one of the occupants of the luxury house owned by Riana.

After Jihan advanced her car, ibra immediately entered and parked the car on the terrace of Riana's house. Ibra approached the security guard and gave some paper bags, jihan thought ibra was very outrageous because only carrying it he had to trouble the security guard who was old enough. Until without asking jihan threw the shoes he was wearing fitting on the head of the mother, until the handsome young man who was about to enter turned back and looked sharply at the jehan. Jihan who felt innocent returned to return the gaze of ibra no less sharp, for her ibra was very annoying because several times she had to meet him had to give up.

"Bare too" said ibra approaching jihan.

"I'm never afraid, who are you until I'm afraid!"

"I've had enough to give up, but this time I won't budge on you. The body is big anyway. Bring that stuff you should ask for help, security guard, you don't see him older than you. Don't bother who owns the house and then you arbitrarily." continued jihan with a rising voice.

"Ck! Not your business." replied ibra flat, now he knows the reason the beautiful girl in front of him is angry is unclear.

Ibra left just like that leaving the still unsatisfied jihan to vent his frustration.

"his! Stone base. How come, almost 30 minutes is still not nongol." muttered jihan, who can still be heard by the security guard, who had just smiled since then to see the behavior of jehan, who tried to defend him. Although actually jihan only misunderstood ibra.

"Sir, here I take. All right, I want to meet the waiter and tell him to hurry." said Jihan saw the security guard who was still smiling.

"Actually, neng jihan misunderstood. These items are indeed given to me, neng." said the security guard, making jihan just staring with perfectly rounded eyeballs. Between surprise and shame, I don't know which one is being felt when I know that the item was deliberately purchased for the security guard.

"Den ibra, memmang so neng. Every time he came here he always bought the father a lot of things for the children and the wife baoak at home. Yes, even though he looks like that but he is very good, neng." continued the security guard again. Which makes the eyes more boasting with the lips that have formed the furup O.

Tiiinnnn

"sir, jihan. Come on!" yelling at me who got into the car. I don't know when the girl came out, until she was in the car.

Jihan immediately approached the quintessence, after previously saying goodbye to the security guard.

"You, a long time ago. Fortunately, my patience is still a lot. If not I've been living since." said jihan when he got into the car.

"Sorry." answered me while grinningly showing her rows of teeth.

Jihan no longer recognizes the chant. He immediately darted away the riana mansion that made him continue to feel annoyed, coupled with the stone man that Jihan called, who had made his mood fall apart.

Almost 30 minutes and finally jihan arrived at his grandmother's house.

Seeing the jihan go down first without saying anything, I can feel guilty. Because he had made the jihan wait very long, moreover, I had heard a commotion between Jihan and her uncle abduh ibrahim.

"Sir jihan, brother is still angry?" ask a question when he entered the house, and found jihan sitting on the living room sofa.

"You think?" jihan asked back.

"I'm sorry, you made it all long ago" answered me with a clear face.

"I thought, that little granny was always a pain!" inner jihan.

"Sir, I'm silent." I look forward to observing every movement of the face of jehan, which he thinks is expressionless but very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

"That means, brother jihan has forgiven me?" ask me again.

"Just take it that way." replied jihan flatly.

Kinanti merely turned her lips when she heard the ambiguous jihan answer in her opinion. Kinanti laid herself on the sofa staring at the ceiling with eyes glaring far away, not knowing what the girl was thinking.

"It seems, your burden is very heavy? and why did Grandma ask me to pick you up?" tanya Jihan saw a very bad look on my face.

"Me, I'm upset, brother. My time was betrothed to Najib's brother. He will be old." replied kinan origin.

"A, ha ha ha ha.. You are right, Najib is old. You old men don't know themselves." said Jihan.

"Not Najib who does not know himself, but mamah who is outrageous. What am I no longer doing." Kinanti expressed all her feelings towards riana mama.

"Don't think! You better focus on learning. Aren't you gonna be testing soon."

"Yes, but it seems that the test of my life came first."

Kinanti really did not know what she had to do in order to avoid her mother's plan, which is why she asked to be picked up so she could stay at her grandmother's house during her final semester exam. So that his focus is not messy just because he hears his sweet mouth.

"Yes, how else, she's your mom. Fortunately not my mother." jihan said.

"But you still have to respect her, because giving birth to you she has to work hard. Reject it in a good way, or just accept it. Moreover, najib not very old." continued jihan who was immediately greeted with eyes glaring at meinanti.

"Your eyes are very small, you want to force a glare, the result remains the same."

"Sir jihaaan! Ish, really cool." kinanti was upset with the response given jihan, he thought jihan would be on his side to be invited to protest against this matchmaking, but in fact jihan is very unreliable.

Chequelek

The door opened from the outside, when the jihan was about to set his foot on the stairs, hearing the door opened and undo his intentions. Curious who came, because his grandmother and mother were going out of town and planning to stay one night.

"Oh, are you here?" said amanda, when the door was opened wide.

"Sir manda, let's sit down." said kinanti with a fluffy smile.

"Don't be a good ass, you!"

"meaning?" ask me wondering why amanda looks so very mafah see it.

"Allah! Don't pretend you are. So this is what you call a brother, huh!" scream amanda.

Hearing the cry of amanda, the jihan who had only seen from near the stairs, now he approached them. Jihan is afraid that Amanda will act violently.

Kinanti was completely puzzled at the change of the sikaf amanda, she did not understand what made amanda so angry.

"you,,, "

Amanda's words stopped when she saw jihan approaching.

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