JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Restu Naresh

The god stepped quietly, his hands clasping my fingers. While this feeling is not calm. Step up a little.

"Silent. Let me face it," God said, calming.

Naresh stared straight at us. There was no expression on his face. Flat.

"Assalamu aleikum, Bang," said God. Firm nan polite. His hands are out front. I swallowed the saliva, waiting for Naresh's reaction .

"Waalaikum greetings" answered Naresh. Stand up and welcome the hand of God.

"Let's sit down" she said again.

Frowning, astonished by this attitude of my brother.

"You don't want to sit down, Nis?" ask Naresh to me.

Without answering, I pulled the chair on the side. Sit with arms crossed.

"Did you promise me before?" my search.

"Hu'um, napa? Can't you bother the dating guy?"

"Diih, who's dating. The guy was going to the showroom" I said.

"Tuh, look at the behavior yourself. There is no other woman besides her?" naresh asked the Gods while glancing at me.

"There are many Bangs, but only he has a strong pellet" replied the God relaxed.

I glanced, staring one by one at the man in front. "What hell! Buruan gih, if you want to talk."

"Yes," cried Naresh, the mimic turned serious.

"Actually in recent days, I had a chance to meet with bang Naresh, Nis. To apologize for everything that happened first" explained the God.

Then he told me when he followed me with Angga. About his desire at that time, wanted to meet with mom and dad. However, undone for fear of ruining the atmosphere of El's thanksgiving.

The god also told Naresh his intention, in order to refer him back.

As Naresh's sister gave a look. That it wasn't easy for our parents to forget everything that had happened. Especially the sadness and pain that my mother felt.

I just listen when they talk. Not intending to give any rebuttal at all. And finally, Naresh told the gods. If the determination is unanimous, do not give up. Take the heart of the old man first. Don't be discouraged, if they act cold. Especially at this time, Mama really hopes Angga can marry Nisa.

The god confirmed all the advice and opinions that Naresh gave. We finally say goodbye. Remembering the day getting longer.

"Aren't you afraid when you first met Naresh?"

"No, both men."

"If he attacks?"

"Yes, just accept it. Counting reduces errors. At best in the hospital. His name was also struggling," he replied confidently.

Apparently Naresh's attitude was like a breath of fresh air to the Gods. Though it could be said, it was a common thing done between fellow adult men.

"What do you want to fight for?"

A shadow of the past came over. How hard is it to get into that crazy game. With only one hope, she could see me as a woman worthy of her love.

Although all eventually run aground, by telling her scars on every inch of this body. Even a seed has sprinkled in my womb.

"You know, I've been looking for you all this time, but it never works."

I didn't answer. Look towards the window on the side. Let him whip as he pleases. No need to care.

"I want us to refer to it again, fix everything from the beginning. Please consider again." He sighed fretfully.

"For what? If only for the sake of the child, listen to me sir. From now on you are free at any time to meet El, on one condition." Pause for a moment, to neutralize the rumble in the chest.

"Continue, Nis." He looked at me briefly, then refocused forward.

"The condition is enough to get permission from mom and dad. Because they're like second parents to El."

The gods looked back at me. His eyes look glazed.

"Then after that?" ask the man.

"There again? Isn't that all you want?"

For the second time, he pulled the car over and stopped.

"We're married again."

"Have you given up, fought for Wanda? Forget us, take back your mother's heart, so you can get married and have children."

He took a deep breath.

"Hard-headed is also my servant."

I looked at him, and he dared to call me that. Arrghtt .. would like to tear him apart.

"Why? Getting angry? Careful, his head is emitting smoke."

"Do I care?"

"Yes should care dong, his name is also your future imam. But fits. Widow meets widower."

"Shuttle! Do you want to walk or not? Otherwise, drop it down here!"

The god chuckled, then drove back his car.

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