HATE VEILED WOMEN

#16

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" Sister, how long?" said Ayya who had ruffled her waist like a boss in front of a car with a cynical look.

" I'm sorry, brother yes, "my words answered by the deck with even want to cry.

I immediately took her to my sling, a disappointed look Ayya I could see with a red face

and her glassy eyes made me unable to stare, which made me instantly persuade my little sister so that she would not cry.

"..sorry brother yes a little long ago,

but brother buyin ea cream that Ayya had chosen but not just one you know,

brother buyin two for Ayya allaanya.."

I said a little relieved because of the immediate good response, even got a kiss and a happy look ria Ayya.

  Ayya was from a young child very sensitive and spoiled, especially when my parents were not aware of us now makes it easy to get angry and disappointed, especially when my parents were not aware, because it's embedded in my parents' little lies that they didn't realize at the time.

After successfully calming Ayya she immediately carried me to the back seat, which is really surprising is the presence of two creatures in the back, namely father and mother, which is very surprising, who occupies the place I was originally sitting with Ayya.

" Well, what's here anyway? who's driving that klo?" my only words were in reply to my father's index finger pointing at me.

" I am too." I said.

" Why so long, my friend,

queue's long?"

ask dad, while leaning his head on my shoulders be today a driver, you know,

 Father ngedusel ngedusel mother behind with Ayya in the lap of mother, it is very suitable for me to be the driver, my mind is concerned with myself: (

The mother of the sonna tuh father always so spoiled if there is a mother, so without shame the father shows his affection in front of his children.

Maybe you do not care about the independence of the son just this single wayangnya, but even singles must be quality, dong!!!

But, any quality singles also still have feelings, basic, father does not have shame, ehhh, monmaap, well, my mind condemns my words.

" That's well, I met Rifqi with his wife, in the dalem," I said without looking at my father, and remained focused on the streets.

" That's you know, well, his son Mr. Rahmad who my father told him to accompany my brother to the study and the person who my father told me about hijrah

to him without censorship, all real and without anyone covered, fortunately he did not suspect klo chick adeknya, "my words annoyed considering Rifqi's remarks, he said, which tells the behavior of a bright father to tell my hijrah

very freely with other people without my permission, fortunately Rifqi does not suspect that the woman in my hijrah story is adeknya,

will die a flea if you know him, hihihiiii...

" .....Ohh that'suu, oh,

Halah cepet or slow Rifqi will

you like it equally, though,

it'll also be her sister-in-law, too,,,"

said father casually who made me grimy not clear, no,

after meeting Silla, I felt changed, like people were not sane, sometimes smiling, upset, angry and even crying, not clear the cause and do not know the place.

" Aamiin, O Allah, "I said a cry that was immediately answered by the loud laughter of my father and mother.

And Ayya is still in a listening position without knowing the direction of the conversation by enjoying the ice cream earlier. Emang klo people have been served good food will be silent.

"...it looks like brother had married deh bu, ayok make Ayya adek boy bu, let later klo brother married there is a guard," said the father who directly patched my mother, mother, which I immediately greeted with laughter.

"... ihh what the hell yeah," said the upset mother.

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