FAZ VS ALEX. For Kanzha

FAZ VS ALEX. For Kanzha
Seriously for kanzha



faz still accompanied papa amar.they walked down the stadium. and more fun to chat and acclimate themselves.


indeed from small amar asked faz to call papa. only specifically for faz only and faz's younger brother didil his omar. faz wants to call papa after knowing the reason that he and kanzha have been dating since childhood.


faz who was from childhood was close to kanzha and rio as playmates, but after a long time they forgot each other especially if not for the faz who hid themselves.


now the two are sitting on the bench of the stands.see the busyness of the people who work at the place, and they are busy chatting without interruption.


"did your aunt know you were tanzala raice?" tanya Amar was very curious about the lunge faz.


"tau pa. is there anything to hide from mimi.... even if faz asks mimi not to tell aunt as a devout wife and obedient mimi will not cover everything from aunt" faz story he memorized history with the character of the mimi.


"auntie isn't angry....?" asked papa Amar curiously staring at faz who looks relaxed.


"angry. .. but the rise of aunty is not as scary as mimi" cektuk faz invite laughter papa amar.


"ha.ha.ha.ha, you bad boy" joked papa amar with a satisfied laugh.


"faz... already innsaf.. pa.." faz no longer wants to say Badung's son. he wants to change.


"ha...ha..ha....why did you come here to be converted?" asked papa Amar still with his crisp joke.


"because of kanzha.." replied faz seriously.


"because kanzh...how could you say that she even forgot about you?" papa Amar was startled but seeing the serious face of faz he started to be curious.


"faz.... want to be serious for kanzha.... if in the holy faz want Badung will not be called whose son? but if it's pity here aunt and mimi.... They have worked hard to establish the pesantren with their efforts" explained faz explaining the reason with a very mature mind.


"and your sacrifice of course?" papa Amar reminds me of what Faz did.


"the sacrifice of pure faz to mimi. .. lest his smile be lost. .." replied faz began to wistfully and masiqul.a strange feeling that rained down on his heart with hot coals.


"wise boy" praise papa amar bangan.


"but faz can't prevent zidane from leaving and mimi is now injured" Faz recalled the twin brother who is now in the demak at the pesantren ammun ibra.


"zidane isn't like you faz... Maybe it's because he pityes and feels guilty about you?" papa Amar's description comforts so that faz does not dissolve in sadness.


"maybe papa's right" faz confirmed.


" and we go back to kanzha. .. is it true you have no girlfriend right tanzala rauce?" papa Amar finds out and is curious.


"i don't want you to give false hope to my daughter. . and then suddenly appear either your girlfriend, your fans or anything else.... and hurting my daughter physically or mentally I will not be willing" said papa Amar showed his concern.


"honestly pa. . there is nothing like papa amar alleged..if for example there is someone who hurts kanzha. . I first will take care of him" answer faz setius and full of optimism.


"you promise.." pinta papa amar.


"insyaalloh. .. pa" replied fsz no doubt.


"papa hold your words fazha tanzala" papa is also serious about believing the words of faz who does not hesitate in the least.


"yes. pa. only kanzha is in the heart of faz" honestly faz who started to blush his cheeks.


"smart child" said papa amar praising while holding amar shoulder with pride.


"ah... talking about kanzha already know that you are a racer?" papa amar is curious.


"looks like a dagger" honestly faz


"if he knew the gusus turned out Badung what was his assessment?" ask papa amar while joking.


"i hope papa's daughter doesn't break this matchmaking" faz hopes on her relationship with faz.


"you're afraid.." joked the papa.


" a little. .. worry. .. but a little" faz also felt fear.


"he.he.a... faz...faz..."


they chat akarab.dion alone did not expect that pak amar would know the real name of tanza raica.


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