Don't insult my MOTHER

Chapter 18

"Now tell me, what made you mess up Grandma's house?" jihan asked with sharp eyes staring at everything.

After Najib and ibra had everything sorted out, even by force. Now they're at the dinner table, but not for eating. They were talking about the brawl that just happened.

"He started" Najib said, pointing to ibra.

"then" jihan said he wanted to be clearer.

"then what?" ask najib

"Then ibra kept beating him, brother. It's all my fault, because I think they're..."

"Be quiet! I want them to explain." said Jihan cutting kinan's sentence.

"gue who beat him first, it's all because of him, my knowledge that is still in school must be made dizzy" said ibra

"What do you mean?" ask

"It wasn't my fault, aunt riana was wrong."

"if you immediately refuse, the situation is not like this. Brand**k!" ibra was upset.

"Shut up!" jihan stopped everything immediately. Now he understood what was the problem that made everything so messy.

"better you two, go home!" jihan said with a sharp look.

Ibra immediately got up and walked away, they thought she was going home, but instead she went into the guest room that I had provided when she came.

"I'm saying goodbye" Najib said and passed away to go out of my grandmother's house.

After Najib left jihan and Kinan sat himself on the sofa, exhaling violently because he felt the problem was over.

"sister..."

"Don't be noisy! I'm going to bed. You go to sleep." said jihan.

"Gee! Habit. I haven't spoken, brother jihan has been playing cut."

"Tomorrow to say it, I was really sleepy" said Jihan who had climbed the stairs to her room.

"But you haven't eaten!" scream kinan.

"Not hungry."

After the jihan rose, kinan felt quiet sitting alone in the guest room, until she decided to sleep even though she was not sleepy. Because usually at this hour and his father will play games together while waiting for their eyes sleepy.

Jihan woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing all the time, who called in the middle of the night.

"Hallo"

Silent, there was no sound from the phone. Jehan was upset to see who was calling, and it turned out the number he did not know.

"Duh, my stomach is hungry." murmured jihan and saw the clock was already at 12 p.m.

jihan immediately went out of the room and headed for the kitchen, looking for something he could eat to overcome the hunger that was bothering him.

Glug

Loud jihan swallowed his saliva, as his eyes stared at the handsome figure on the dining table without wearing clothes. Only the knee-length pants he was wearing.

Jihan immediately turned around and left the kitchen, but the man saw her.

"Where are you going?"

"Eat.I make a lot" he said again.

Yes he is abdulah ibrahim, a handsome man who is now in front of the jehan without wearing clothes. Muscles in his body make it difficult to breathe. Ibra casually enjoyed a plate of fried rice that was still emitting smoke. From the aroma alone makes the stomach jihan thrashing. It's just that the body bentuj ibra sexy in the eyes of the jihan, making the girl dizzy seven roving.

"I'm not hungry!" lie jihan.

"Then for what you come down."

"i... Um"

"here, sit. Accompany me to eat." said ibra who had managed to reach the hands of jihan. until the small body of jihan immediately attracted closer to the ibra.

Gleck...

Again and again jihan harua struggled to swallow his saliva.

"Sit down!"

"God! why did I lose my mind like this." Jihan.

"Can't you wear your clothes before you eat?" ask Jihan without looking at ibra.

"No."

"But this is not your home! You should be able to maintain good manners."

"You..."

Jihan paused her speech, as ibra's finger clung to her lips.

Just contact ibra treatment makes jihan breath seem to stop. His heart was pounding uncontrollably, I don't know what feeling jihan was feeling now. All his joints felt dead.

"Don't be noisy!" ibra's speech restores the jihan consciousness that had drifted somewhere.

"Ck! You made me look like a fool." said Jihan shortly after she managed to master her strange feelings.

Ibra finished the fried rice on her plate and immediately passed from the front of the jihan.

"Take it all away." cried ibra before completely leaving the jehan.

Feeling her already very hungry stomach, jihan actually finished the food that was on the table.

***

Allahu akbar

Allahu akbar

The dawn prayer rumbles all over nature. Jihan who had just fallen asleep made him so bad luck.

"Astagfireallah! What time is it?" jihan said as his eyes opened because of the glare from the sunlight that entered from the gap of his window.

"9 o'clock." jihan hysterical.

Though as he remembered he had just heard the dawn prayer, but jihan instead went back to sleep, to make him neglect his obligations.

"It's all because of the ibra!" muttered jihan, immediately grabbed the towel and entered the bathroom.

30 Minutes passed and now the jihan was fresh and beautiful.

"tumben, very quiet." muttered jihan when it was on the bottom floor.

"where are you going?"

"Ah, let! Maybe he's still sleeping. It's Sunday." muttered the monologue.

Jihan immediately headed for the kitchen, seeing the dishes already available at the table. Jihan recalled last night's events that had misled her mind and stained her eyes.

"Ck! Why so remember mulu anyway." said jihan immediately dismissed all thoughts about him.

"But, who's cooking?" mumble jihan.

"Ah, bodo time who's cooking. What matters is that I want to eat."

Jihan immediately ate voraciously, thinking about last night's events making her stomach even hungrier.

Chequek..

The sound of the front door opening, jihan bows his head towards the front. And looks like I'm with the mother who just came.

"Eh! Jihan's sister awake?" ask kinan.

"Yes, you think sleeping people can eat" jihan replied.

Kinan grinned at the sight of his teeth.

"So grandma called, said she'd be home tonight. Grandma also asked why Jihan's cell phone couldn't be reached." said Kinan while scooping food.

Ibra just sat sweetly while watching the jihan in her eyes look very beautiful. If you do not know the girl in front of her, this will look sweet and graceful. But in reality, jihan is very bar-bar and fierce.

"You, why look at me like that" said Jihan who was nervous being watched like that.

"It seems, om ibra likes leihan's feet." chirped kinan. Who get sharp highlights from jihan and ibra. Until it makes kinan die of fleas. Locking his mouth tightly, he did not want to die silly attacked by the queen and demon king.

They continued eating without anyone willing to open their voices, only the clanking of spoons filled the large room.

Not that I don't know, if the two different types of people steal each other's eyes. It's just that you're afraid that in case he misspoke, maybe his breath will stop because choking on food so afraid of him.

kinan gave a smile as they unintentionally picked up something similar. It seemed that the young soul was struggling to ridicule the two humans in front of him.

Seriate