FRIEND OR HUSBAND

Floral

Rayhan chuckled at the girl, already squeezed and unmoved. Rayhan's hand stretched out, while scrambling the girl's hair was anxious.

Asyafa was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, his mind had already soared somewhere. Instead of wanting to be angry, but instead silence a thousand languages. He cursed himself.

"Darling, call your mother dong, I want to say goodbye." Pinta Rayhan's.

"Yes, just a minute sir." The answer.

"If you're at home, call me brother or sister if you're more likely to love me!" Rayhan's orders.

"Lazy... !" Jutek.

"Aish.. Newly given the green light to Mother, already this brave man." Bathinnya.

Asyafa searches for the whereabouts of his mother who turns out not to be in the house, he asks Mbo Ijah about the whereabouts of his mother, who turns out to be in the front garden of the house.

"Sir Lecturer, Mother is in the front garden. If you want to leave, let me take you to see him." Take Ashafa.

"Yes, okay." Rayhan replied, saying goodbye to Mbo Ijah the servant of the house who was then taken by mbo ijah.

They also, finally met Mother Nurlaila who was watering flowers, in front of a fairly spacious house neatly arranged, clean and comfortable. Not to forget also thanks to mang Udin, a gardener who is always diligent in mowing the grass and cleaning the flower garden.

"Ehem.. I'm so cool, I didn't realize we were here." Syndic Asyafa.

"Eeeh. Baby, Nak Rayhan. Yes Mother until you forget the same, if you have been in front of the beloved flowers Mother, all have been forgotten so excited to see the scenery in this park." Nurlaila's mother chattered while chuckling.

"The flowers are beautiful Mom! There are colorful, there are red, pink, yellow, white and also these are purple. Everything's beautiful." Rayhan's Admire.

"Yes.. Does Rayhan like flowers too?" Ask Nurlaila's mother.

"It's very much like Mom. In the Netherlands when I was a kid, when after school, I like to accompany my mom at the flower shop, where she sells flowers. I love helping Mama, arranging flowers into a beautiful bouquet." Rayhan's Story.

"Ooh yeah, Nak Rayhan, this afternoon had a story about all that well, I forgot. He. he..." Nurlaila's mother chuckles.

"Waah.. seems like the same mother Mr. Losen has the same hobby well. Both love flowers." The girl cut their chatter.

"Aish. Mother's son is understanding well, Nak Rayhan. This is the name of a dear soul mate, Mother likes flowers and prospective mother-in-law also likes flowers. Said Mom laughing happily.

"But I don't like flowers, mother." Sela Asyafa puckered as she pursed her lips.

"It's okay, baby. If you don't like it, it doesn't matter to Mom, son." Groomed Ashafa's hair gently.

Rayhan was silent, not interfering with the girl's problems, about her dislike of flowers. Perhaps in the past there was a tragedy that caused the girl to dislike flowers. Suppose Rayhan, even though he wanted to pluck beautiful flowers for his future wife. But he broke it.

"My mom wants to go home! It's been a very late afternoon." Pamit Rayhan kissing the back of Nurlaila's hand.

"Yes, Nak Rayhan. Be careful on the road, greetings to both your parents well." Message from Nurlaila's Mother.

"Oh yes, Mom! Tomorrow night, my parents and I are going to propose to Ashafa, is it possible to accelerate? So there's no introduction anymore, 'he already knows Mom." Pinta Rahan while smiling sweetly.

"T. but I'm not ready Mr. Lecturer." Reject Asyafa, whose tears are already welling up in his eyes.

Then, Nurlaila's mother approached her son and hugged him peacefully, saying to him gently.

"There's no harm in trying first, son, it looks like Nak Rayhan meant it!. Don't cry, ugly girls cry."

"I want to be friends with Mr. Lecturer, not just get married and continue to be my husband." Pinta the girl is shriveled.

"Yes, we can talk about it again, son." His mother said soothingly.

Rayhan flinched, as if angry at him, and cursed at his stupid self. It is easy to decide to marry the girl immediately, while she does not know whether she wants to or does not marry him.

"What did I do? Bodah." Rayhan cursed himself.

"Son Rayhan, what's wrong, son? Sorry earlier, my son did not mean to refuse but immediately stopped when Rayhan said.

"It's okay, Mom."

"Son Rayhan's angry?" Ask Nurlaila to make sure.

"How will Mother's son, Son Rayhan, fulfill your wish." Ask Mother.

"Yes, Mom! Thank you Mr. Lecturer, you've understood me." The girl was embarrassed.

"Say friend, why do you still call me Father huh..?" Rayhan asked as he touched the girl's nose.

Ashafa laughed loosely, holding his nose which had been flushed by Lecturer Rayhan.

"Yes, Brother. Thank you!" Shamefully.

"Well, donk! 'sweet boy. Hi. hi.." She smiled and saw Rayhan's flat white teeth, and the girl blushed in embarrassment.

"Now you want to go home, baby." Pamit Rayhan chuckled, as she stuck out her hand shuffling Ashafa's hair slowly.

"Yes, Brother! Be careful on the road." Say Asyafa while tidying up her hair, which is a little messy Rayhan.

"Aren't you going to kiss my hand, baby?" Ledek Rayhan, who was directly struck by Ashafa the back of his hand and kissed him hesitantly.

"Smart kid! More gemes Brother." Pinching Aayafa's cheeks slowly.

"Aiish. newly loved, have asked this man's heart." Bathin Ashafa's.

"But why do I like it a little? What he did looked sweet." Mumbled slowly.

Rayhan left the Asyafa residence, and drove his car at moderate speed. Her heart was happy to get to know her future mother-in-law, and tried to dive into the girl's heart. It did not take long, 45 minutes Rayhan finally arrived at his house.

The security guard opened the automatic turnstile, after hearing the sound of Rayhan's car horn.

"Sore Aden Rayhan, just returned Den?" Ask Mr. Satpam.

"Yes, sir." The answer.

"Mama and Papa are home, sir?" Ask Rayhan.

"If the Madam had Den. But if Mr. Den hasn't." Reply Mr. Satpam.

"Ooh that sir! Yes, thank you, sir." Her speech.

"The Same Den." Reply Mr. Satpam.

Rayhan began to park his car garnished, which lined up next to 2 other luxury cars. and 2 pieces of moge (big bike) with a handsome grip, also 3 pieces of folding sheets lined up neatly.

A house that can be said to be like a palace, a towering fence, a spacious yard. There are 2 guards and guard posts, 4-story house filled with expensive paintings and ancient carvings, as well as beautiful ornaments. Historical jars, as well as household supplies that are worth the price. Do not forget also the swimming pool behind the house, and papillons and garden gazebo for family gatherings.

"Assa'lamualaikum, Mom.. mom... where are u mom?" Rayhan is still searching for his mother's whereabouts.

"Anu.. Den. Madam's in her room." Reply to one of the house maids.

"Oooh. Yes Ma'am! Thank you." Thank you."

Arriving in front of the room, Rayhan hesitated to knock, but he did.

Tok.... tok..! " The door in the gedor is slow.

"Mom, what are you doing? Mai I came in?" Ask Rayhan.

"Please come in my son!" Reply Mother.

"Mom. I love you." Hugging her mother tightly.

"I love u too my son." The kissed cheek of Rayhan bertubi.

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