FRIEND OR HUSBAND

Abg's son

"Eat Sir?" Tawar Ashafa, who had stayed at the dinner table, and filled the plate first.

"Here too, just want to eat yah Nak Rayhan." His mother, who refused, removed his hand from Rayhan, while pulling a bench to sit down.

"Son Rayhan, please sit next to Asyafa, so that it is more familiar." Tell Mrs Nurlaila, smiling sweetly.

"Yes aunt, thank you." Rayhan said, pulling up the chair next to Ashafa.

"Call me Mother! Don't worry, Rayhan's soon to be Mom's ghost." Said Nurlaila's mother, who then told her daughter to get rice on Rayhan's side.

Asyafa rolled his eyes panted, not believing his mother was as easy as being familiar with the Lecturer, when he had just met.

Rayhan only smiled faintly, and nodded towards Mother Nurlaila. Then he glanced to Ashafa's side and smiled obliquely, as if hinting at him winning his 1-0 bath.

"Son Rayhan, eat a lot don't be shy, just think of your own home well." The Order of Mother Nurlaila.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you, the cooking is so good, ma'am." Praise Rayhan.

"This is the name of the cuisine what is mom? I just ate this time. Because while I was in Holland, my mom never cooked this."

"This is Soto Betawi Nak Rayhan." Answer Ibu Nurlaila.

"If Nak Rayhan likes it, add more to his large meal." Pinta Ibu Nurlaila's.

"Thank you Mom, this is really good. The meat is soft and the sauce is savory. I'm very good at processing food like this." Rayhan said with praise.

"Son Rayhan, it could have been complimenting. It was like Mom's cooking." Nurlaila's mother blushed in embarrassment.

"Truly yummy.. ! H... ha.... !" Rayhan laughing.

"Lebay... !" Ledek Ashafa, while sticking out his tongue, the girl got up from her chair.

"I'm full, Mom. I'm going to the room first yeah."

"I'm sorry sir." Pamit Ashafa's.

"eeehs.... Why do you still call Nak Rayhan the Father anyway? This is in my house, not on campus. So you call Rayhan's son Mas, or Big Brother or you can call him that." Mother's Order.

"Aiish." Asyafa passed while pursing his lips in annoyance.

Rayhan and Nurlaila's mother laughed in satisfaction, already upsetting Ashafa.

After lunch, Rayhan and Nurlaila's mother chatted in the living room. Nurlaila's mother asked Rayhan how her parents were, about her childhood in the Netherlands, her daily life, what she liked and disliked there, and many other things." Until they did not feel an hour they had been limping.

"Son Rayhan, what do you think of Mom's son?" Ask full of questions.

"Ashafa, so far good ma'am! I haven't been too close to her, Ma'am, Ashafa is just a little fierce." Rayhan chuckled, imagining Ashafa's face as angry and upset.

"Ooh... ! It's more or less like that, son." Justifying Rayhan's opinion. "But she's so pretty, isn't she? " She was proud.

"Yes, Mom! Ashafa is so beautiful." Rayhan admitted it with a sweet smile.

"But Nak Rayhan, I'll call Asyafa first yah!" Pamit Ibu Nurlaila, while cursing her daughter who had been in the room, not accompanying her future husband.

Tok.... tok... !" Son, why are you in the room? There, accompany your future husband, son!" His mother's voice came from outside the room, and there was no reply after several calls. His mother decided to open the door to his room, which turned out not to be in the lock.

"Astagfirullohalazim..... Asyafa, why are you sleeping?" Shaking Ashafa's body slowly.

"Wake up... ! This kid, really well, asked in the jewel apparently." Omel Ibu Nurlaila's.

Smiling, opening his eyes, Ashafa began to wake up from his sleep. "God willing, I overslept, Mom!" Regretfully.

"Yes.. Ma." Asyafa rahu.

"I took a shower, it was late in the afternoon." Murmuring finished the bath, Ashafa immediately wore a home shirt, a short-sleeved pink shirt, with knee-length trousers. So that makes the girl, still look like ABG's son. He gave it his fill, just put a thin powder on his face, and gave a touch of pink thin lipstick.

While looking at himself in front of the mirror, Ashafa smiled to himself.he felt that right now, not his usual self.

"why me, huh.. ? Dress up for that Lecturer, it's so sad for me." Bathinya cursed herself.

Asyafa went out of the room, then found the Lecturer still sitting relaxed in the living room, his fingers occasionally playing his phone. He looked at Lecturer Rayhan from a distance, and smiled obliquely and walked up to him.

"Hey... ! Still feel at home sir here? Haven't come home?" the girl's insinuation.

"It was late afternoon, sir! Do you care about your parents?" He quipped while smiling with a grin.

The lecturer, shocked to hear the girl's chattering, was stunned for a moment, admiring the beauty of the girl, who was natural with a thin powder coating, and was stunned for a moment, with her lips are given pink lipstick in line with the color of the shirt worn, with her skin smooth white. Wearing knee-length shorts, which fit perfectly on his body. The appearance of her legs are smooth white, further adding to the elegance of the girl.

His eyes still continued to look at the girl, staring fixedly and unmoved. His daydreams are soaring in his brain that somehow he can think the no-no.

"Aiish.. in asked even dumb!" Said the girl sniffling.

"K. you, so beautiful." His words just slid out of Rayhan's mouth.

The girl rounded her eyes, shocked by the lecturer's words.

"Mother why? Eating wrong sir? I have always been beautiful... ! Where have you been, Father? Just realized I'm beautiful? Ha. ha. ha.a.." He said arrogantly, confidently while laughing contentedly.

Rayhan smiled slanted, doubtful as he spoke to the girl. "You are like a child, a new one. Now it's like an ABG/high school boy." He said so, because another mouth, another heart in his body covered his nervousness.

"Let it go, why ABG's son? I am still a child. So don't ask me to marry, just find a grown girl for the father of marriage." Reply to emotions, while pouting.

"Idi'd just get angry, baby. He. he. he.. " Rayhan chuckled, as his hands rattled the girl's hair slowly.

"What the hell sir! Baby... ! I don't like it." Her words were upset, her heart was ashamed to admit it, the girl was nervous.

Rayhan approached her, whispering in the girl's ear.

"I like you Asyafa Dorman." Say it slowly, then kiss her cheeks softly. Asyafa shook, his cheeks flushed, his body felt frozen, his tongue twisted and his eyes glistened.

"Neither answer, tomorrow night I and my parents will come here to propose to you, dear."

"What did the Lecturer just say? I might be lulled in the sweet word, mute like this, really not me." The girl cursed herself in her heart.

"Stupid, stupid! Why did I shut up when he peed at my cheek." The girl regretted in her heart.

"Darling, I'm going home first! I seem to be going crazy, long time close to you. Wanted to quickly justify you. He. he. he.." Rayhan chuckled amusedly, with his own words.

"Didih, you're just a perverted brain." Said the girl upset.

"Yes.. already, if you want to go home from earlier dong... ! Why just now. Hi. hi.. " Sindir Asyafa, laughing giggled.

"Why are you, baby?" Rayhan asked sulked.

Rayhan's advanced legs approached the girl getting closer, trying to get closer, but Ashafa retreated his legs, he came to a halt when his back touched the wall. The girl squeezed out motionless, her face reddened, her eyes soft, the girl instantly closed her eyes... !

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