Love Smells

Chapter 174 The Habits of the Sick

Beautiful morning atmosphere, flowers blooming in the courtyard of the mansion. The smell of roses gives a different sensation.

That morning Dhita was observing his daughter's behavior that was very annoying, how not, he who had been waiting at the door of the room was not allowed to enter the room, by his own daughter. However, she felt very grateful to have it, a beautiful and tiny baby has now grown up to become a very beautiful woman.

Although sometimes He is, Yes, He is. That's a nickname for Diana. The beautiful young woman never liked being called Diana, she just wanted to be called Him.

"Hurry, you'll be late!" dhita exclaimed to her daughter.

"Yes mom, in a moment, it's not over yet!!" he shouted from inside his room.

He was tidying himself in front of the mirror, his hair he had combed, then he combed back. Until that job is not finished.

"He hurry up a little, your Daddy has been waiting!" Dhita exclaimed back from the outside of the room.

Yes, Dhita could not enter the room because she locked the door from the inside.

Then Dhita went downstairs to meet her husband who was waiting in the dining room.

Ever since he was an adult, he never allowed anyone to enter his room, not even his parents.

She grew up to be a reclusive woman, she never shared her story with anyone. Except with the omanya, the mommy Rita is now getting older.

Shortly thereafter, with rhythmic steps He descended the stairs. His legs look very agile stepping one by one from the stairs.

"Finally you're done too!" dhita exclaimed to her daughter who was still standing next to the dining table chair.

"It's mom, let it be, virgin children do like it that way," said Arjuna defending his daughter, more precisely his favorite daughter.

Yes, since the disappearance of Ardhi, her baby boy is missing. Arjuna was very indulgent to Him, whatever he wanted none of which was not accomplished.

He always got what he wanted before He asked for it first.

And, that makes him a little spoiled to his father.

"This is mom, this hair is always messy, so I have to comb it many times to make it look neat!" he said as he flicked his hair back, then sat down next to his father and mother.

"Everything, you have to listen to what mom says, it's better to wear a hijab, so don't worry about your hair!" Dhita gives advice to her daughter.

Hearing the words of his mother, made him pout a little.

"Here you go, maybe our daughter is still not ready for hijab" said Arjuna, once again defending her daughter.

"Yes, it's true what Daddy said, rather than opening the veil, it's better not at all." He felt happy because he always felt defended by his father.

"That's a false belief, it's better to open the hijab while learning Istiqomah, than not at all." sergeant Dhita, he felt increasingly annoyed by his daughter's behavior that increasingly annoying.

How not to be upset, if Dhita has repeatedly reminded him that as a Muslim woman should use the hijab and it is obligated in religion for women.

However, apparently He never wrote whatever advice given by his mother. He prefers the appearance of a contemporary woman, it is more fashionable, those are the words that are always repeated by Him while being advised.

"You ready?" arjuna asked his daughter who had just finished swallowing her last meal.

"Ready, Daddy!" exclaim Him by raising his right hand in parallel in front of the forehead.

Salute to his father.

"Mom, I'm leaving first yes" she told her mother.

"Yes, be careful!" dhita's message to her daughter.

"Mom, calm down okay, I can take good care of myself." He said as he stepped out of the luxurious mansion together with his father, while Dhita followed them from behind.

"Mas, careful!" dhita shouted from behind and it made Arjuna turn his body.

And, it happened in front of Him who had covered his face with both hands first.

"Ih, Mom and Daddy just drool, ' he thought.

He ran towards the car and got into it.

"Why non?" ask the driver who saw the incident.

"It's okay, driver" he replied without looking at the driver.

Because at this time his gaze is only directed towards his parents who are getting older and more romantic, even they often forget the existence of his daughter.

"Dating only non, if you want someone to spoil," said the driver and immediately got a gaze that drew from Him.

"Sir driver don't talk carelessly, Daddy will listen." He felt dislike if anyone interfered in his personal affairs, let alone it was about the heart.

"Sorry non, I'm just kidding, "sorry sir the driver with a slightly frightened face.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed rather slowly, as he did not want his father who was walking towards him to hear that.

"Run the driver!" arjuna's orders when he had been sitting next to his daughter behind the driver's pack.

"Good, master!"

Then the car began to slowly walk through the courtyard of the mansion.

"How were your days on campus?" ask Arjuna to him who is silent.

"Very nice" he answered briefly.

"What about your friends?"

"All good Daddy, they always support whatever I do." He replied as he looked at the face of the father who grew a thin mustache.

Yes, in his campus he is much liked by his friends because he is a smart student. In addition, He also always helps his friends who experience difficulties in the material given by his lecturer.

About ten minutes, he arrived in front of the campus, Yogyakarta State University.

"Da..h..!" He waved his hand at his father who was sitting in the car.

"Da.h is also !" Arjuna also returned his daughter's hand.

Then, the car drove quickly to the Arjuna company office.

Meanwhile, He immediately ran around a little entering the campus courtyard. With whistling He put his feet up.

"Aww!" screeched him, as his body hit the floor.

"CK, shit why you gotta sprain everything." He grumbled.

He tried to endure the embarrassment as his body fell to sniff the floor. Especially at that moment, many of the students looked towards him.

"Am, aw!" He groaned again as he tried to get up from where he fell. His left ankle hurt so much.

While he was trying hard to stand up, suddenly there was a helping hand stretching out in front of him.

He held that hand, without seeing who had extended it.

He tried very carefully to stand back, though a little trouble he could finally stand up.