Former So Besan

Rangga and Love

Happy reading 😘😘😘

The sky is friends with the smile of the sun, as if supporting the aqiqah event held at the Abimana residence.

The handsome, shady-eyed man held an aqiqah event for baby Chayra and baby Alif as an expression of his gratitude for the grace given by God.

The whole family and friends dissolve in togetherness is worth worship because they are so solemn to hear the tausiyah brought by ustadz Reinan Ilham, brother Ayunda Kirana. Ilham and Kirana loved each other even though they were not born from the same womb.

...

"Mother, I'll stay a while?"

Kirana replied to her husband with a nod of her head accompanied by a very sweet smile. "Yes Well. Don't dawdle! Mother is still traumatized by Dad," Kirana's pinta.

"Ready Mother. After all, father will never leave Mother to a distant place. Didn't you make a pledge to live in heaven with Mother?"

"Heem Yeah. Hold Dad's promise. Our love till jannah Well."

"Yes Mother." The net gaze of the two people who love each other because of the pleasure of the writer of life scenarios .. intertwined before they separated for a moment.

Abhimana turned her heels and walked away from the presence of the beloved, Ayunda Kirana.

"Kiran sorry, I came late ...," said Nabila accompanied by a smile that framed her beautiful face. Kirana and Nabila hugged briefly.

"No papa. Most importantly you can attend, Bill." Kirana reviewed the smile. The net is sparkling, implying a sense of happiness. Kirana is very happy because Nabila took the time to attend the baby Chayra and baby Alif aqiqah events even though it was too late. Kirana understands Nabila as an obgyn doctor in one of the largest hospitals in the student city.

"Oya Bil, where's your husband? Why, you came alone, hmm?" connect Kirana. He moved his gaze in all directions, looking for the object he was referring to.

"Owhhh, Fairuz is in LN. Business, he said. Sometimes, Fairuz people stay in LN for six months. After six months, Fairuz just returned to Indo."

Kirana rotated her net when she heard the answer coming from Nabila's lips. "Six months in LN? The real one, Bil?"

Nabila nodded faintly. "Yes, Ran. In addition to business, Fairuz also visited his second wife."

"What's? So, is Fairuz polygamous?"

"Yes, Ran. Mas Fairuz did polygamy at my request." Nabila tried to review the smile even though his heart was very sore.

"Why, Bil? Why, are you asking your husband to do polygamy?" Kirana blurted out a question sentence with an intense gaze.

Nabila inhaled a deep breath. The net begins to condense. His heart feels even more painful if you remember the treatment of the husband who was never romantic. The household he had lived with Fairuz for a dozen years was far from the word sakinah, mawadah, warahmah.

"Ran, me and Fairuz are married not in the name of love. We married because of a marriage. I understand the feelings of Fairuz. In his heart was never tucked away love for me, though .. we have been awarded a son. Before marriage, Fairuz brought us together, me and his beloved lover. I never thought, it turns out that the woman who was loved by Fairuz mas turned out to be Clarisa. An Indonesian artist who is now spreading his wings to LN."

Kirana felt empathy for her best friend. He was also very impressed, because Nabila was able to hold his chest and willingly share a husband with other women.

"I want, Fairuz mas can embrace happiness even though my heart is very sick because it must be willing to share a husband, Ran. My presence in the life of Fairuz, like a dead nun among the idgham billaghunnah, is seen .. but is considered non-existent..," he added with a bitter smile.

Kirana and Nabila's conversation successfully pinched Khanza's heart.

In his mind, Khanza vowed .. If he grew up, he would not be willing to share a husband. Especially being a woman who snatches people's husbands. Khanza very allow every advice of the mother so that he increasingly solidify his heart to crush his love for Blue. The man who once reigned in his heart. Khanza is sure, Blue is not the soul mate that God sent for him. He was also convinced that God would one day bring him together with a young man who was better than Birru.

"Mother ...." Nabila, Kirana, and Khanza turned towards the origin of the voice.

"Rangga," Khanza murmured, followed by a perfectly rotating netra.

"The stairs, come here, baby!" pinta Nabila while punching the arm of the son.

"Your son, Bil?" the question sentence that was spoken was accompanied by a look of admiration.

"Yes Ran. Of course this handsome young man is my son. His name is Rangga."

"Not Love, Te. But a girl who was standing behind Auntie" said Rangga. He pointed at the girl in question with his chin movements.

Kirana looked back. His net was breaking when he learned that the girl Rangga was referring to was Khanza.

"So you know each other?"

"Of course it's been Te. Me and Khanza are like Rangga and Cinta. Don't you, Za?"

Khanza turned the eyeballs when he heard Rangga's words. It was obvious that Khanza did not like Rangga, a young man who was very PD and narcissistic eleven twelve with Keanu.

"Isshhh, PD very. Never had a PD, because he was diligent in glazing. Who is willing to be the Love for Rangga that O-Ranggantheng blas." Khanza's lips were cut. Hand shut.

"Ehem. No, pay your respects to Aunt Kirana! Shalim!" tell Nabila while breaking her hand.

Rangga scratched his hair which was not itchy at all. Hands outstretched to grab Kirana's hand. Then he kissed the back of the hand of the girl's mother who he judged with reverence.

Kirana's smile rises. The fingers of the lentic hand rubbed Rangga's head with tenderness.

"Rangga, Khanza, we stayed a while, yes" said Nabila. Without waiting for a reply from Rangga or Khanza, the two women who were no longer young stepped away.

"Khanza, ahem." Rangga nudged Khanza's arm with his elbow.

"Apaan sihh's. Don't jerk! Fucking, tauuu." Khanza rubbed his arms violently.

"Za, don't overdo it like that! Believe me, I am not unclean! Before I touch you, I make sure I ablude first."

"You're not supposed to touch me, Ngga. The man who O-Rangganteng blasssss." Netra Khanza. Piss bulging.

"Za, although my attention does not look like alif lam syamsiyah, but my love for you is like alif lam qomariyah, it reads clearly," said Rangga with earnestness while looking at Khanza's face fixedly.

"Za, as Hamzah Qat'ie needs to be called, so is your name that I should always mention in every bow, in one third of the night" he added.

"Wkwkwk .. giggle." It turns out that oh apparently from earlier Ikhsan eavesdropped on the conversation of two people who are still old, Rangga and Khanza. Ikhsan chuckled when he heard Rangga's flurry, sweet-ass.

"Pffhttt .. hahahhaa. Ehekkk, who is again being followed, echhh ralat .. digombalin," Ikhsan said with a laugh still framing his face.

"Ishhhh, Ikhsan!" Khanza pursed his lips. He was very upset at two men who were both annoying.

"Eh, is your name Rangga?"

"Yes, it's."

"Don't shoot Khanza with 'I love you'. But shoot him by saying 'Qobiltu' !" tell Ikhsan by raising his eyebrows.

"That must be Mas, if the time has come. For now, Rangga will shoot Khanza with 'Bismillah'..," said Rangga steadily.

Khanza's getting caught up. Then he chose to pass away, leaving two children Adam who was very annoying.

🌹🌹🌹🌹

Seriate....

Sorry very very because the othor crumb new peanut skin can UP. Yesterday the othor had been playing kites all day. Mumpung visit to Bantul village. 😅🙏

Leave a trail like 👍

Leave a comment, gift, or vote if you like 😅😅😅

Thanks and much love for all friends MjB 😘😘😘❤❤❤❤