
"Tomorrow morning.I pick you up, yeah," said Ken as Zahra was about to get out of the car upon their arrival at the girl's boarding house.
Zahra. "Where are you going tomorrow?" tanyakanya.
"Tomorrow you're still working, right? I'll pick you up and drive you to the office."
"No, Ken."
"Why?"
"I don't want to bother you, after all I can go on a ride or taxi like always."
"That's ordinary, don't you want extraordinary? Take me for example," kekeh Ken.
"I don't feel any hassles if I just pick up my future wife." Ken added his sentence, but it made Zahra bow down in embarrassment to hear it.
Ken reached out to Zahra with the intention of stroking the girl's cheek, but he did not continue the action, his hand stopped in the air.
"Remember Ken! She's Hana, not the usual girl you want to touch! Patience, patience" inner Ken warned himself.
Zahra frowned in wonder when she saw Ken's hand that was a little bit in front of his face.
"What's wrong?"
"No, no, come in." said Ken, suddenly nervous, he spontaneously pulled back his hand before Zahra.
Zahra nodded and pulled the door lever out of the car driven by Ken.
Ken lowered his car window.
"Come on Hana." he said a little squealing.
Zahra leaned over and looked at Ken from behind the car window. "You go first, and I'm in!"
"I'll leave after making sure you get in!" ken insisted.
"All right, I'm in. Be careful on the road" said Zahra a little hard because of their distance away.
Ken nodded, then looked at Zahra who started walking slowly towards her boarding area. The corners of Ken's lips were attracted, forming a full arch due to his happy feelings.
His relationship with Zahra is getting better, it doesn't matter, if now he is happy? (Gpp Ken, readers are happy to see you😁)
After the silhouette of Zahra's body really did not see any more in his eyes, then Ken again turned on the car to leave for the residence of the Mama.
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"Ma," said Ken when he saw Devia was busy with something in the family room. Ken had just finished his bath and looked fresh with his casual appearance.
"Ken, did you go to my mom's office?"
"Hmm" muttered Ken.
"How much mama saw you, just aja.asal mama took to the office always do not want, now .. almost a full week this mama noticed you always routinely come to the office!"
"Yes the same now dong different, Ma."
Devia clucked her tongue at a glance while shaking her head, then she refocused on her affairs that had been her essence since the beginning.
"What's busy, Ma? There's a new design, huh?" ask Ken.
"It's not about work, anyway. It's busy taking care of your marriage with Hana."
Ken sighed, was it true that all his marriage affairs were handled by the Mama? He was even relaxed - just relax. Now he feels very bad about the woman who gave birth to him.
"Ma, I told you, don't take care of everything, let me and Hana take care of it."
"Mama's gonna do it, Ken! You're Mama's only child, let Mama love the best for your once-in-a-lifetime marriage!" kekeuh Devia's.
"What did Mama take care of again? Isn't everything taken care of by W.O?"
"It's about the cathering and the wedding dress."
"Oh..." Ken does not know to know with this kind of thing, let alone he includes a man who is indifferent with everything. Never mind about the party, about his own appearance he did not think too much about it. However, right said the mother, this is about her wedding so it does not matter if the time she interfered, right?
"Is there anything I need to help you with, isn't there, Ma?"
"Emm, what do you think the food for the buffet is good, Ken?" Devia held out a menu book for Ken to select.
In the book, there are various types of food and packages that will complement it.
"This one looks good!" ken said referring to a package that looks complete with a mixture of Indonesian and western menus.
"May also your suggestion, this is quite neutral for the food menu and everyone will like it!" Mom also marked Ken's order.
"If tomorrow you and Hana are tasting the menu, how?"
Ken nodded. "May, Ma. All Nanya Hana, the menu she wants." Ken smiled happily.
"Well, it's dong, it's starting to compact. Mama wonder to see you, what the hell is the source of your debate? How did you notice that Hana was angry with you? Or don't - don't go to this area because Hana fought with you huh?"
"Huh? No, no, Ma. We are. we are good!" Ken also put on the smile that he forced.
"...cuma Hana was right, resolutely whose name is dating, so I. I initiative directly apply him at that time, continued he may still be surprised because our engagement arrived - arrived!" ken continued somewhat stammered, where maybe he told his Mama about what really made Zahra angry and disappointed in him.
"Oh so... Mama thinks you're doing it wrong with her. That's a fatal mistake." Mama chirped.
"Y-yeah, Ma!" argue Ken fast.
"L-yes, Ma..." Ken became nervous for a moment, afraid that his mother would read his lie.
"Oh yes, you are also fitting a wedding dress on the 15th!"
"Yes, my mom's a baffle..."
"You are saying it always is! Turn of trouble dapetin Hana, just ask Mama's help, huh!" Mama sneaks pretended to sulk.
Ken chuckles. "No, Ma. Don't scold dong! It will be beautiful to be gone!"
"You can have your own Mama!" Devia was chuckling.
"Eh, Ma... Hana, can't you just take a day off work, huh?"
"Why? You mind if Hana works?"
"No, I'm afraid my future wife is exhausted." Ken smiled - his own smile was in the corner.
Mama shook her head, seeing Ken's absurd behavior as a real form of kasmaran.
"Have you thought of dowry for your wedding yet?"
"Udah!" suhut Ken fast.
"Whatis that? Mama, don't you know?"
Ken whispered something to his mother.
Mom looked at Ken then. "Seriously you? When did you buy it?" tanyakanya.
"Yes, I heard Mama's advice. Money from stock profits, right, I never use .. so yes I have used it this time. That money is also from my hard work!"
"Well, it's good that your mind is open!"
"Hmm, the plan is I also want to open a car repair shop again. Kasian kids who are still on idle!" said Ken.
Devia cringing. "Kids?" tanyakanya.
"Hmm, I mean my friends, Ma. Yaudah I went back to my room, Ma!" Ken immediately moved on, because he did not want to be interrogated by the Mama about the children of the foundation that the Mama did not know until now.
Once in the room, Ken grabs his cell phone and calls someone, who else if not Zahra.
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Zahra had just finished praying Isya' when her phone rang.
He picked up a flat object that he had not touched at all.
It turned out that there was a video call asking for her to answer. However, what makes Zahra surprised is the contact name that made the call.
Feelings, never did I give someone's contact name with this nickname.-inner Zahra.
He received the call and Ken's smiling face was plastered. He immediately realized the situation, if the name of Ken's contact on his phone was Ken himself who had borrowed his phone for a while.
"Assalamu'alaikum.." replied Zahra awkwardly.
"Wa'alaikum greetings," Ken seemed to keep smiling from across the street.
"What's up, Ken?" sahut Zahra finally, still clumsily.
"Cock 'Ken'? The feeling of my name on your phone isn't that, huh!" his protest.
"And indeed your name is 'Ken'." replied Zahra quietly.
"But I want to be called according to the name on your phone!" said Ken with a tone that sounded spoiled.
"Huh?" Zahra gawking.
"Try dong! Soon we're getting married, you should get used to it, Hana!" pinta Ken with a face that looks clear.
Zahra nodded firmly.
"If it's really hard, you read my name on your phone."
"So!" zahra said with a smile, why is Ken being so spoiled? Is Ken like this to many women?
"Judah I'm sulking!" Ken was singing his lips, real like a boy. Is it not ashamed of age?- Zahra's inner self.
At once, Zahra wanted to laugh.
"Have Ken.. Don't be weird - weird! The contact name will also be changed later!"
"Take courage!" said Ken sharply.
Zahra could not hold back her laughter until she chuckled.
"Such a cry, you.." chirps Ken joined in smiling knots.
"Can't you?"
"By dong, honey..."
Jeez... What did he say? Did I hear wrong? My heart is beating like this, huh? Zahra sat up with a reddened look on her face, while Ken, who was looking at it, laughed giggling across the street.