
Yudha stared at the place where Shakila was sitting, He found Syakila with someone, He did not recognize the person, because He could only see his back.
Yudha tried to get closer to make sure, he patted the young man on the shoulder, Rifki turned his head and found Yudha already behind him.
"Oh, apparently you, I guess who"
"Congratulations, Mom"
Rifki stuck out a hand to shake hands.
"Yes, thank you, Syakila, don't trust this guy, his girlfriend a lot"
Yudha smiled triumphantly.
"Mas, don't slander, not Mas the famous play boy"
"Don't spread fake news, my self-esteem falls in front of my students because of you"
"What the hell, why are they opening each other up to me"
Syakila.
"Here you go, take care of your guests"
"So because of Syakila you had a fight"
"Mas, don't say anything weird, go there, it's nice to bother me"
Rifki's getting upset.
"Yes, I'm saying goodbye, you guys keep talking"
Yudha again welcomed the guests in front of the entrance.
Syakila looked suspiciously at Rifki, He was curious about the purpose of Pak Yudha's conversation.
Rifki just looked at the Girl in front of him as much as possible, he was fascinated and tried to look from any side This girl still looks worried.
"You don't keep looking at me, you fall in love"
Syakila repeated the words that Rifki had said to her.
"Indealing in love"
Degs...
Syakila pounded getting such an answer from Rifki.
"You're saying, don't joke around"
"I'm not kidding, I LIKE you"
Syakila is still doubtful about Rifki's words, He still believes more in the words of Mr. Yudha.
Papa approached Syakila, He looked at the young man sitting with his daughter.
Rifki swiftly kissed the back of his Papa Syakila's hand.
"Prospective in-laws"
His inner.
"Who is Syakila?"
"Syakila's schoolmates, Pa"
"Oh, I can see you here. Yeah"
"Yes, Pa Rifki's son Aunty Citra his friend Aunt Dona"
"Oh, you're Citra's son"
Papa looks surprised mixed with pleasure, he patted Rifki's shoulder, as if Papa also knows Aunt Citra.
"Yes, Papa knows, Aunt Citra, Aunt Dona and Mama you're old friends"
"What the hell, why be an old friend's reunion"
Syakila.
"How's your Papa doing?"
"Papa's still overseas OM"
"Papa He's German, Shay"
Papa patted Rifki's shoulder.
"Oh, it deserves his handsome face turns out he's mixed up"
Syakila.
Rifki looks silenced when Papa Syakila reveals about his Papa.
"Om know my Papa?"
"No, Om know when Mama and Papa you married, Om invited, just that once Om saw your Papa, after that Citra right in boyong to Germany, Om invited, you have returned to Indonesia"
"Yes, Om. My mom and I have been here for three years"
"Oh, that is, if so send greetings to Mama and Papamu yes, Om and Syakila want to go home"
"Aren't you going to see Mama?"
"Gee, Mama you must be busy, o'm saying yes"
Syakila followed Papa, she glanced at Rifki and waved silently.
Rifki was relieved, he was trying not to be nervous when dealing with prospective in-laws.
"Luckily the response of the prospective in-laws is good, what if he is angry I get close to his son"
It's all coincidence or luck, the way to approach Syakila seems to be easier.
"Yes, you're not a boyfriend-boyfriend, Papa reminded"
"E. Not really Pa"
"Remember Papa's message, learn first the right, reach your goals, Papa does not want because your courtship so negligent with your task"
"Yes, my dear Papa"
Mr. Surya did forbid Syakila to hold a ceremony, he wanted Syakila to focus on learning, because Syakila's ideals wanted to become a Doctor.
Yudha approaches Rifki.
"Mas is here"
"Where's Syakila?"
"Have come home"
"Oh, that's why you look moody"
"Here you go, don't bother me"
"Syakila Sweet girl, yes, I was surprised when I saw He was here, He looks grown up if dressed normally, I was fascinated"
"Here Mas, do not expect more, Mas is our Teacher at School, do not be ashamed of the name of Guru Mas, has taught us just to be useful children for the nation and nation, Nusa, it was Master's duty, not the same charm of the students"
"Yes, I'm confused by you, me or you're the teacher"
Rifki is lazy to serve Yudha, after all they are not too familiar.