Don't insult my MOTHER

Chapter 17

Pranks

Pranks

All the things he passed through he threw, to cause a commotion in that luxurious house.

Angga and several household assistants immediately approached the origin of the sound.

"God! Amanda, what are you doing?" ask angga surprised, because the expensive item has now changed shape.

The servants only watched the room which was already like a broken ship, with no one daring to ask or just stare at the amanda. Being happy they no one dared to reprimand especially when being emotional like now. They could be exhausted if anyone dared to make a sound.

Amanda who was satisfied slammed everything, now she sits on the sofa with tears flowing. To confuse the papah.

"pah, hiks... Hiks" Amanda squandered into a hug. She was crying.

Angga tightened his embrace, so that no corner of his eyes now wet. Her heart ached to see her only daughter crying, she always obeyed and gave everything she wanted as a form of love and affection. Because Amanda does not get the love of a mother, that is why the pride is always trying to be a father and also a mother at once. Because the pride always feels guilty when remembering how amanda had to lose her mother.

"Bah, said jihan. Najib is the one who applied for the quintessence." said amanda still sobbing.

"You don't worry, papah will make a calculation with them, because it has hurt papah's daughter." 'angga pats amanda's back, so that her son feels better.

Some of the servants who had been paying attention were also moved, because they knew how proud to care for and love amamda. It's just the wrong way.

"you guys, prepare some good food. I will invite all the families to come." said Proud to all his servants number 4 people.

"Okay, sir." they answered simultaneously. And immediately prepare what is asked.

"pah, but grandma's out of town" said amanda telling her.

"papah tau, so papah will invite Najib's family and also riana. Papah wants to know everything from them." replied the snob.

"But. I'm ashamed sir, if najib... Hick!" amanda was crying again.

"So, how do you want it?" ask her husband, he doesn't want to make his son uncomfortable.

Getting such a question, amanda simply shook her head. Because now he is confused what to do. Amanda just wanted to know if what Jihan said was true or not. But he was embarrassed to ask directly. Because after the application incident, Najib really keep his distance with amanda.

"Well, and clean up. It's almost magrib. We will talk about this again." said angga, and amanda immediately obeyed the words of pride.

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"don't you eat leihan?" ask me with my mouth that is still chewing.

"later, hold on magrib. If I eat now then I'll have a hard time praying." jihan replied.

"sister, I'd like to ask. Can you?"

"don't ask too many questions. Quiet down!"

"It's important."

"I'm important to you, not to me."

"But...."

"If you keep talking, I'll drive you back to your house!" said jihan cut the kinanti kaliamat.

Hearing the jihan ultimatum, of course I was afraid. Because he did not want to go back to his house during the exam as long as he walked.

"smart girl." said jihan. When I was eating ravenously without much talk anymore.

Tingdong... Tingdong...

"House this big, there's no security guard" murmured someone with his hands continuously pressing down on the bell.

"Who the hell, you don't know the time." murmured jihan. He immediately stood up leaving the quintessence still eating.

Bell kept sounding at each other.

"God! Who the hell? He does not know what, one tap can produce 5 sounds. And he kept pressing the bell." jihan grumbled.

Chequek..

"Hey... Stop pressing the bell!" yelling as if in front of the door.

Jihan immediately approached the person standing in front of the fence of the grandmother's house.

"You!"

"Hurry along. Just open the door for a long time." said ibra who was impatient.

"You what? I don't want to."

"You open it, or I climb the fence of this house." threatened ibra.

"Whatever!" jihan replied that he left Ibra still in front of the fence.

Brakes

Ibra landed right in front of Jihan. Until the pretty girl's eyes were perfectly rounded. Her surprised face made the jihan even more beautiful in ibra's eyes. Until he unconsciously stared at jihan without blinking.

"Sister, comein. Already want magrib." said kinanti make both so misbehavior.

Jihan immediately died ibra with a red face. Shy or happy, I don't understand.

"Om ibra's. Come on in." cried again.

Ibra immediately approached the niece and went inside the grandmother's house.

Allahu akbar

Allahu akbar

Adhan magrib resounded in every direction, indicating that the day has now changed by night.

jihan who had just finished fulfilling his obligation to the creator, now sat on the prayer mat. Ask forgiveness to the owner.

Tok tok tok tok

"kak jihan, is brother still praying?" ask me behind the door of Jihan's room.

Chequelek

Jihan opens the door to her room and finds me smiling in front of her.

"What's wrong?" ask Jihan who is still wearing her prayer gear.

"Sister, said om ibra. Can he stay here?"

"Stay in, lots of rooms in this house. Just don't stay in my room."

"Gee! Yeah no. Time yes in Jihan's room. Except...."

"except what? Don't think beyond your age" said Jihan flicking her forehead. Until the one with the forehead grimaces in pain.

"Come down! I'll get off after changing clothes."

"All right, but don't take it long. Below is someone waiting. Till nyusulin's here."

jihan paid no heed to the words, he immediately closed the door of his room and rushed to change his clothes and got off.

"Astagfirthah, kinan. What the fuck?" tanya Jihan was surprised when she saw the living room was already in a mess.

Kinan turned his lips, until the reflexes followed the direction of his lips.

"Eh! When did najib come? And why so fight anyway." asked Jihan who still did not understand the condition.

"Hey, you guys. Stop that!" yell jihan.

"sister, why relax anyway." asked me worriedly.

"Leave it, I want to see who dies among them!' answer the jihan with an elevated tone.

Just as the jehan words stopped the two handsome young men, they turned to look at the jihan who was sitting casually. No matter the surrounding.

"Why stop? Has anyone died yet? " tanya jihan origin.

"Talk, han." said Najib sitting himself on the couch.

"dw, han.... A ghost!" pissed jihan.

"Sit's sitting down, who asked. Wake up!"

"Eh! No, it can't be. I'm a guest." Oh."

" If you feel a guest, be polite. You two are guests in this house. Keep your attitude, and please take care of everything you destroy. You guys get it all done." said Jihan, seeing that the surroundings were so messy.

"Wouldn't! You just tell him." najib pointed at ibra who had been standing staring at Najib.

"After all I was confused, why came I was immediately beaten. Though we have just been acquaintances." continued Najib.

"I don't care, the important thing is everything is back neat. After that we just talked about this matter, you guys are just troublesome!" said jihan. And passed them away in the living room.

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