How I Love You Season 1 And 2..

73. Papa's hot charm

For days, Arini was still worried about his decision. Between accepting or rejecting the Word's proposal to him. Istikharoh prayer has not yet received an answer.

In days, Aisya had not seen Aisya again. Aisya is still in the village where her grandparents are. Arini contacted Aisya several times through Mr. Dul. Actually Arini could have contacted the Imam.But, must have felt awkward and unwell.

That afternoon as usual Arini called Aisya. I don't think I'd hear that little girl's voice for a day.

" Asalamualaukum, Miss Arini.!" greet Mr. Dul from there.

" Walaikumsalam, sir. How's Mr. Dul.?"

" Good mom. Ms. Arini wants to talk to Aisya's deck now.?"

" Yes, sir."

" For a minute, ma'am."

Mr. Dul immediately ran into the home of the Imam's parents who looked beautiful. Then give her phone to Aisya after changing her call to Vidio call.

" Assalamualikum, mother." greet Aisya with a bright smile and sparkling eyes. While sitting in the kitchen cabinet that looks modern.

" Walaikumsalam, beautiful mother. Aisya again what dear.?"

" Another bothering papa cooking pancakes. Mother again what?"

" Another favorite phone of mother nii."

Aisya was so excited, talking to Arini's mother. Until - until unconscious has changed his sitting position to turn his back on the father Imam who is still busy in front of the stove.

The camera also automatically shows the activities of the Imam in the kitchen. Arini was amazed to see the charm of an Imam. Berkutat in the kitchen with a maroon red apron further adds to the charm of this hot papa.

Do not be asked how to hold a doctor who is flexible in handling patients - his patients, it turns out also flexible in the kitchen. Arini also seemed to enjoy the view behind Aisya. The true sight kept him glued for a while.

Now the attention on every story Aisya was divided on the handsome figure. Although not ignoring Aisya who continues to tell stories, but

unwittingly silent - silent Arini more interested in the activities of the Imam.

Until the voice of the Imam, calling Aisya disperse all things that arrived - suddenly filled Arini's head.

" Aisya, "call the Imam while giving his homemade dipancake topping.

" Aisya, "call the Imam again for no response from his little daughter. Then approached Aisya while carrying a plate containing pancakes that look delicious appetizing.

" Dear, this is over. Again talk to who the hell this papa kid is."

The priest placed the plate in front of Aisya,

deg, his heart seemed to stop beating that second. The priest accidentally saw Arini's face on the phone. The face of a dead woman - she had been wiped out of her mind and heart. A beautiful face that always haunts every night and its solitude.

" Arini, I can finally see you again even like this." Inner Priest.

Arini also gasped, seeing the Imam who joined Aisya. Arini could not say anything as her gaze was now fixed on the Imam who was smiling at her.

" Mother pancakes made by papa already so, nii. Mother as well as talking first yes, Aisya wants to eat first.!"

Seru Aisya gave Pak Dul's cell phone to papa Imam. Arini, awakened from her daydream, tries to prevent Aisya. But, he had been hunted turned around and did not see any more camera.

For a few seconds, Arini and Imam were silent in their minds without showing themselves in front of the phone camera. In the end, they greeted each other simultaneously,

" How are you,?" Stiff and full of awkwardness.

Arini and Imam then smiled thinly overcame the awkward feeling of incredible whack. Confused what to say after so many weeks, Imam chose to avoid Arini as he promised.

" Why rich gini anyway, mam. It's a good opportunity to fix everything. At least fix the harness. Sukur - sukur can deket right?" the priest who cursed his stupidity.

" Oohh, what's the heart like this.? Already yes, deg - degannya. Ahh, why even be embarrassed - ashamed gini.?" arini's inner self tried to control her already uncontrollable heartbeat.

They are still the same - equally soluble in their own minds. Until Aisya who finished eating again faced the phone.

" Mother is equally papa, how silent - safe from earlier.?"

" Haha, no dear. Isha finished eating.?" tanya Arini brushed off the awkwardness and switched focus on Aisya.

" It's mother. Papa's pancakes are delicious. Mommy should try it later.!" aisya said excitedly praising her papa's cooking.

But, again - again Arini was fixated on the actions of the Imam who wiped the mouth of Aisya who was drinking blueberry sauce from the pancake.

Especially after, the priest kissed the head of his little daughter, baby. Until - until Arini did not reach Aisya's speech before.

" Dear Aisha, please. I want maghrib.!" arini said after returning to her conscious mind.

" Yes, mother. By the way - by mother.! Assamulaikum, mother." said Aisya as she waved her hand.

" Walaikumsalam's chat. Mother's beloved.!" arini smiled at Aisya.

However, when Arini will turn off his call. The priest prevented it, though,

" wait, Rin.!"

" Yes." said Arini gently looking at the Imam at a glance.

" Ehmmt, tomorrow - tomorrow if you want VC with Aisya directly to my number, yes!" the word Imam was slightly stamped because the heart beat is increasingly crazy. Also fear of rejection from Arini.

" Ooo, okay. That's it.?"

" I_ yes. That's it." again - again stamped.

" Openalized.!" Arini turns off her call before she gets a greeting from the Imam. And then, beating his chest, his heart was beating uncontrollably.

Yes, Allah. What the hell is going on with me.? What is this feeling.?

Arini still doesn't understand what happened to her. The feeling that was originally cold to the Imam, suddenly changed like this.

Elsewhere, the Imam smiled happily. Didn't expect Arini to talk to him again.

His heart was still as strong as it used to be. His heart still rippled every time he heard his name. Love is still real and increasingly rooted in the Imam's heart.

Moreover, the charm of a hot papa attached to the Imam, is indeed difficult to deny.

" Yes, God. May You allow me to match this righteous woman. For the sake of happiness Aisha's servant will make Arini accept her servant in her life. Aamiin." muttered the Imam. While holding tightly to the phone belonging to Mr. Dul who has not had time to return.

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Waahhh, on seneng nii that is in the Imam team. Hope is always there.

Finally, there is also a chapter that makes a smile - a smile of its own fitting read. Actually, I also want to Up the chapter baper - how baper. But, follow the flow first. Hhh.

Eits, wait a minute. There are still many obstacles that will occur, if they are Author matchmaking.

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Healthy and successful are always all. Aamiins. Aamiins.