Don't insult my MOTHER

Chapter 55.

"Give me my phone." pinta jihan, when he saw his favorite phone was crushed by ibrahim.

"After all, I just want to help you tell me. But that doesn't mean I have to call my phone." she added. Jihan pulled the cellphone that was still held tightly by Abraham.

"Riko, get your man's cell phone number!" Ibrahim to riko.

"It's a butut phone, it doesn't have a pulse anyway. How embarrassing!!"

"Hey! Who do you think you are? Could insult me. I can still buy the pulse even the counter." replied jihan annoyed.

Instead of answering, now the widened Abraham heard the words of the jehan that he thought was too high.

"If you are capable, then what is it? Even the cell phones are pre-history."

"God! Ask in the sambel mouth."

"Go!! Lazy to see your face too. The words that come out of your mouth are of no benefit!!"

"You..."

"Boss, it's better for the boss to give in" said Riko cutting off the sentence he was going to say.

"Ck! When did you become her lackey? The one who gave you that salary was me. So, what you should advise is him." said Ibrahim pointed to the jihan who looked at him sharply.

"What are you doing here?" tanya Jihan finally returned to the core question.

"Sorry Jihan, I'm here to ask for your help" Riko replied.

Plastered

Riko frowned in pain while he was in the center of Ibrahim with all his might.

"illness?" ibrahim was upset

"It hurts, boss. If you want to know here I tell you." answered Riko with a hand rubbed his sick jidat.

"Well if you talk about not origin, what do you mean ask for help jihan?"

Jihan only listened to the two humans in front of her who still continued to argue, until she heard the door opened and it turned out that aunty zia, kinanti and najib were coming.

Chequek.

All eyes were on the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Said zia when the door was opened, his eyes were round because there was a Ibrahim and riko in the room.

"wa'alaikumsalam" the three answered in unison.

"No, aunt. Let's go in." Answer jihan.

Seeing that there was a chance between them, Abraham rubbed his forehead many times, because somehow the AC room suddenly became very hot.

"Uncle, are you here?" Winanti.

"Yes, it can't be."

"Not so, but it's almost midnight. It's not good you're here, you're not mahram. Or I'll marry my uncle to brother jihan. To be free at any time." He said, he was satisfied because he could reply to the words of Abraham this afternoon.

"Ck! What are your own nights here?" Ask ibrahim.

"Eitherway! I feel bad, I don't know why. So I asked my aunt zia to come here, I was afraid something might happen to the ice mother. But thank God, because it's just my feeling." Answer me with a gloomy face. Because he still felt his heart pounding, worrying about what it was.

Deghs

Ibrahim's heart seemed to be racing quickly, seeing the worried face he increasingly did not know what to do.

"Yes, ibra. Since this afternoon I have not calmed down. Even twice broke the glass out of worry somehow." Zia.

"He doesn't know who to worry about. But, considering that Iisyah is in a coma, we finally decided to come here and stay with Jihan." continued zia again.

Ibrahim just kept silent to hear everything that zia said, he himself confused how, riko who realized the turmoil of his boss, finally he decided to approach jihan and whisper something. Finally, jihan approached the win.

"Thank you for worrying about my mom. It's just, I think your concern is more for your parents, kinan." Jihan.

Abraham's heart seemed to stop, waiting for the continuation of the speech of jihan. Even his face paled as if there was no blood flow there.

"What does jihan mean?" Ask kinanti.

"You know why your uncle is here?" Jihan asked back. Which makes me frown in confusion.

"Your uncle just came, he just asked me to call you. But baby, my balls are up. He wants to let you know that your father is now in the hospital." Connect the jihan with the face staring at the chin.

"What!" The screams of hope that made Abraham start to move to reach for the hand of a win.

"Uncle, why..."

"You have patience, let's see your papah." Abraham interrupted the sentence I was about to say.

"Come fast! It's all my fault for leaving the house" said Kinanti with tears that began to drip.

Seriate....