Makmum Putra Kyai

Makmum Putra Kyai
FROM THE NAFIC



Call to tell amar is considered a joke by everyone. Amar who likes to joke less seriously is always underestimated all. but if you have talked about business and family he is very serious and does not play games.


"i'm serious alwi.. is not joking." said Amar staring intently at alwi friend and colleague.


"the priest is faz" alwi sees his wife demanding an answer or approval of the call of amar.


"auntie look at that amar face is weird, right?" nafik also sees amar differently than usual.


"am.. but faz is still a newborn too" elak alwi but remains with the intention of not hurting his former rival.


"mumpung is still a baby..let us as parents can direct" said Amar again while looking gently at baby faz who slept warmly in the sling tiara.


"we wait for him to grow up. "persuade alwi to answer the seriousness of the amar about his wishes.


" after all mas amar also belom have children why talk about arranged marriage" said kholil who sat next to ida on the sofa


"new also dowry.. have mokirin future of the child who belom there. yes if later your first child is a girl if the boy who hayo?" ida took the vote.


"iya mas amar.we talk about if you have pinya daughter" nafik replace pangilan on amar to honor the man who was once in a match with her.


"our first child must be a girl. .." refer to the amar on the tiara. tiara is confused with the kengotototan the husband if you have the desire to always try to realize it


"yes where can you know mas.. pregnant alone belom anyan mas insistent anyway. .. faz kan baru also born" old tiara very anxious. feel like hitting the head of her husband who likes to carelessly talk.


"there will be a way that.. let his brother not look for other colleagues who.... naf rata family married because in jodakkan what dear naggak want to be different from big ustadz?" amar is still insistent.


"yes. mau mas. but" tiara's speech was cut because of thinking.


"match is a lot that fails because it does not match" said ida frankly.


"the example is gus alim and mas.." added kholil. stared intently at amar. he began to cry out with amar about faz.


" just. .faz must match my son later" please amar by forcing.


"kalo your boy?" ask alwi.


"later his sister until I have a daughter" Amar insisted.


"faz keburu old dong" said nafik while sticking funny.


"hus... already" alwi began to get annoyed.


"he..ha..ha...."


the room began to warm rame. Amar's desire is very true. He wants to treat the disappointment and loss of a special girl like nafik. indeed he is very inappropriate for women as perfect as nafik. Women who have a free mind and noble sense.many things are not known about the privilege of lust.


because it can not. succumb to the kengototan amar nafik give laden.which may be very challenging and pleasing desire amar to be different with his and alwi.


"mas. ... I agree with your idea" said nafik arrived to make all shocked.especially alwi who is not so happy with the matchmaking. He's like a troma with a wife's story


"really naf?" tanya amar wants to ensure the seriousness of the word nafik.


"zaujah.faz" alwi was restrained with a nafic hand squeeze on his arm and the sad gaze of his beloved woman that hinted at many words.


"but. .. if later faz or putrin you have your own desires we must not force the will" said nafik a little limit.


"alright. .." amar agreed without much reason.


"and.. if you have a daughter, I myself will educate her" continued nafik.of course she does not want the girl will have the nature of her father then nafik offer her.


"i'm even very happy .. right, dear" amar is more happy and enthusiastic.


"iya mas. . mbak nafik seriously will educate my own son later" tiara need certainty and when nafik and alwi nodded tiar happy not kepalang.


"yes. mbak." answered the serious nafik without any complicated underlying reason behind all his approvals this time.


a tinge of pleasure is engraved on the face of amar and tiara. and alwi tau spoken by the wife has been thought correctly and mature.....


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