Don't insult my MOTHER

Chapter 24.

The more days Najib's heart is increasingly focused on jihan, whether he has scrolled the gallery on his cellphone just to see a photo of the jehan, which he got from the results of clandestinely shooting.

If only jihan tau Najib stole a photo, jihan would definitely beat him up and worse still his favorite phone will be a bunch of items that are not worth using.

Pock

Hard pat felt najib on his back, until he was upset and turned around to be angry, but after knowing who came his mouth as if locked tightly.

"Hi, your eyes are used to seeing it. I'm not a loan shark who's going to collect debts." said Jihan. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"What are you looking at? Until greetings and repeated door knocks there is no response from you." asked Jihan again. Najib's unusual face. Najib just silently digested all the claims for the sake of the sentence that jihan said, he felt his heart would not be healthy if long in the face like that. Even his lungs are in dire need of more oxygen.

"It looks like you don't want to be disturbed. All right, then I'll just go home." jihan said and got up from his seat stepping towards the door.

Tap

Najib grabs jihan's hand. "Wait, sit down."

Jihan sat back in her place.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly come?" najib asked after his sanity returned and he began to be able to control his heartbeat which had been messy due to the arrival of the jihan who memdadak he said.

"I have an appointment with auntie zia, and she told me to wait for her here. I thought aunt zia told you."

"really? But auntie doesn't talk, but it's okay, I'm glad you're here."

Jihan knitted her eyebrows at Najib's last sentence. Until he looked at Najib with a look of wonder.

"Eh! What was? Why look at me like that?" najib Keki asked stared like that.

"I think you're in pain, it's not usually your language either when you meet me." replied Jihan.

"That's if you are the first nyolot, if you are ordinary I actually like it, you look more beautiful." Najib chirped, somehow his mouth could spit out a dime like that. Repeatedly Najib patted his mouth regretting the words that had just come out. to make the jihan increasingly sharp staring at Najib.

"Forget over! I'll be out for a minute. You please wait casually." continued Najib again. He immediately came out of his study room to save his heart that was pounding when it had to be close to the jihan.

Jihan just stared at Najib's departure, without a word. The sensitive side of jihan feels that Najib's attitude is different and contains many meanings. I don't know what it is, which is certain Jihan felt that Najib became strange.

Chequelek

Jihan's eyes looked back at the door, apparently the person who was waiting came as well.

"Jihan, sorry. Aunty makes you wait." said zia when she saw jihan sitting alone, zia's brain began to think about where najib was. Though zia deliberately came a bit slow so they could talk, but somehow where Najib went to make zia take a big breath.

"No problem, I'm just waiting here by myself" replied Jihan.

"really? Where is najib? Why are you alone, that man is indeed annoying, given a chance even in vain ."

"I mean auntie?"

"Eh! Nope, no. All right, now aunt will take you somewhere." replied zia. He stepped first and was followed by Jihan.

"Are you okay?" zia asked as she heard no word of jihan.

"No, I'm good. It's just.." jihan paused his remark as his eyes caught the figure of the handsome man in front of him.

"What only?" tanya zia, a second later changed the direction of her gaze following the view of jihan.

"Do you know him?"

"Yes, she's ibra."

"Oh, so his name is ibra."

"Yes, abdullah."

"Wasn't he the one who beat up najib at that time."

"Did Najib say that?"

Zia did not answer anymore, because it turned out that the handsome young man named Ibrahim abdullah was approaching.

"lo, jihan right?" ibra asked ostensibly, in order to cover up the strange feeling in her heart that had suddenly appeared without permission.

"Yes, did you have a concussion. Until I forget so quickly. I think we haven't seen each other in a week." replied Jihan.

Zia chuckled at the jihan speech that was always unexpected, she could never be a stale bass in order to appreciate her interlocutors. What was on his mind, that was what came out of his mouth.

"God! Forgive aunt. Ibra sorry, jihan is like that." said zia felt bad to get a look from ibra.

"No problem, I've even received many other sadistic sayings."

"Ah, yes. You got what? Why is it here?" tanya zia shifted the topic of conversation.

"I'm just a fad, do not know if this is a company owned by aunty from a man named Najib, who has dared to propose my ponakan." replied ibra, even though ibra did follow jihan, jihan, after he got out of the bram office, he accidentally saw Jihan who was riding his motorcycle. And his reflexes followed.

"Is it really just a fad, but why is it so coincidental."

"He's a prankster, tan. Better now that we're gone, I can't leave mom at home for long." jihan interrupted Zia and ibra's conversation.

"Well, our mother excuse me."

Ibra just nodded her head and stared at the departure of two other women of that generation.

Seriate

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