Marrying Grandpa's Choice

This is my house, right ?

Riko drove his car to Nabila's house. In the car Jessi looks calm sitting on Nita's lap.

Silent.hening.. Silence makes Jessi sleepy, finally the little boy fell asleep.

Glancing at Jessi who was asleep, Riko also ventured to invite Nita to speak. “You angry?” Riko asked breaking the silence.

“Ngak.” Answer Nita briefly.

“Yakin?Continue if not angry why diem aja?” Long enough Riko waited for Nita's answer, but the woman seemed to be silent. Lazy talking.

“Hey, look at me!” Riko's left hand touched Nita's chin which was staring out of the car. Move the chin so that the owner will turn to Riko.

“Mas, mending focus drive aja deh!” Nita let go of Riko's hand.

“Alright, we continue this conversation later when we get home Nabila.” Riko looked back in front and focused on the wheel.

“Serah.”

Yes Nita may be angry. But Nita herself still hesitates, what makes Nita can be so angry with Riko. That woman is just an ex, yes just an ex-Riko.

After an hour's journey, they finally reached Nabila's house. Nita immediately carried Jessi into the house. The little girl was still sleeping, not even waking up when Nita was holding her.

After parking the car neatly, Riko also went straight into the house. But his steps came to a halt as soon as he saw the Yoga car enter the courtyard of the house.

Nabila and Abel get out of the Yoga car. “New home too?” Ask Abel. Riko nodded.

“Adam where?How Yoga is picking up?” Ask Riko.

“So suddenly there was a phone call from the police station, mas. So Adam couldn't come home.” Answer Nabila.

“Oh, the development of your accident investigation is most.”

Nabila, Abel, Riko and Yoga also enter the house together. Go straight to the kitchen because you want to make milk. “Jeez, since when did my kitchen become a fruit store?” Nabila was surprised to see so many fruits in his kitchen.

“Bi Sumi, this is my home right?” Tanya Nabila.

“Clearly non.” Replied Bi Sumi who was removing one by one from a large cardboard.

“Well, When do we open a fruit shop?eh no, when do we buy this much fruit Bi?” Ask Nabila again in wonder.

Bu Ijah immediately approached Nabila and whispered. “This is the one that brought non Abel, Non. Said our family members a lot, so need a lot of fruit intake also.” Whisper Bi Ijah to Nabila's ears.

Nabila. “But not gini also times Bi. Bi sort Bi, do not open all. Who are still in the cardboard let alone, later to be sent to the same parlour, Mr. Slamet. Trus we take just enough.” Said Nabila, where it might spend the fruit that is almost one truck it.

‘Abel's brain again error time yaa.”

“Ready, Non.”

Nabila returned to the living room with a glass of warm milk in her hand. “Bel.”

“Why?” Abel was relaxing with the cilok that had been bought with Yoga which was also cool to eat the cilok.

“Lo crazy bring so much fruit?” Nabila sat right next to Abel.

“Iya mbak, mbak Abel like his brain error.” Sahut Yoga's.

“Anaan you guys, I'm keeping the nutritional intake for you. You do not know the fruit is rich in vitamins?” Grumpy Abel, don't accept.

“Yes but not a truck you also bring, Bel. The ends are redundant if it doesn't run out, right?” Nabila took a lying position on the sofa that was still wide. He felt his body needed rest.

Yoga did not want to lose, he also attacked Abel. “Mbak Abel want to open a fruit stall in front of the gate mbak, dah maklumin aja.” Yoga Sayings.

“Sial*n lo Ga, I don't lack money tau. I have bought a special fruit refrigerator for you, safe right?” Look at Nabila with a smile.

“Still not enough zhezeng, some I want to send to the orphanage is not papa right?I have a lot of problems at home.” Nabila was sure Abel could not say no.

Abel thought for some time, he propped his chin with his index finger. “Kok I didn't think to that anyway?”

Yoga chuckled his heart, he wanted to join the Slamet pack to take the fruit to the orphanage. “Mbak I can join Slamet pack to parlor?”

“Mbak I want to go upstairs change clothes for a minute.” Say Yoga to Abel, then with lightning speed Yoga also ran to his room.

“But not yet answered, have already said that rich boy wind.”

Nabila has returned to the family room with a noisy brown envelope of cash. “Where's Yoga?”

Abel referred to the Yoga room without answering Nabila's question. With that, Nabila already understands Yoga is going to his room. “Lo Temenin Yoga gih!”

“Why me?” Abel asked, Abel was mager lying on the living room couch with a cushion of the sofa and playing his cell phone. Abel is surfing in cyberspace. Maybe he was mengepoin his ex.

“Ya you are the most idle among all of us.” Answer Nabila. It's true, Abel's not busy. Unlike Nabila who had to take care of the twins, or Nita who was still unstable with her emotions after the departure of her mother. “Where?”

“Ya already yes, yes.” Abel got up and put his phone in the bag. “Gue says goodbye to Nita first.”

Abel passed towards the room that Nita occupied. When he reached the room Abel saw Nita was asleep hugging Jessi. While Riko seems to work on the sofa, Riko focuses on staring at the laptop in front of her.

Abel also chose to return to the family room.

“Udah same as Nita?”

Abel shakes. “Nita sleeps with Jessi, keep Riko mas like he's busy doing work. So, I came back here. Ntar lo aja who said to Nita, if she nyari in I.” Abel put himself back on the couch.

“Oke, after this I also want Bobo a good afternoon. Adek told the mother Bobo noon.” Said Nabila stroking his stomach.

“Choose, alesan.”

Tap.tap.. Yoga is back. “Mbak want to drop what?”

Nabila handed a brown envelope containing cash to Yoga. “Content to the mother of the home yes, continue to salamin aja from mbak to mom.”

“OK. Ready.” Yoga then pamphit on Nabila. And with Abel, Yoga went to the orphanage.

Yoga brought his own car, while pak Slamet accompanied Bi Sumi. “Ga, stop by the supermarket bentar.” Abel.

“Oke mbak.”

Yoga pulled her car over at the supermarket, as did the Slamet pack that stopped behind the Yoga car.

Abel went straight into the supermarket. “You're the one pushing!” Abel commands Yoga to push the trolley.

Abel took some canned milk and sasset milk, there was also some fresh bread and also some packs of fried Indomie and boiled Indomie.

“Mbak nothing less.” Yoga Sayings.

“What?Sardines mbak.”

“You who bought yes, my card limit this month has exceeded the limit.” Abel was a little outspoken. Indeed, this month the expenditure is a lot, especially he was just back and forth Jakarta Singapore to visit his ailing grandfather.

“Then Yoga aja pay all mbak.” Yoga Sayings.

“Indeed you have money if you want to pay all?” Ask Abel.

“Hey, you underestimated the sultan's sister wkwk.” Yoga immediately chuckles. “Mbak don't know what my pocket money is a month from mbak Bila and mas Adam?If you know you can faint Hahaha.”

Not arrogant, it is true that Yoga pocket money is very abundant from Nabila and Adam. Not to mention the legacy money from the sale of land from his father that he has not used at all.

In the past Yoga only took some of that legacy money for Yoga to give to Budhenya. Budhe who has been credited with keeping the legacy of Yoga well.

“How much?” Abel's whisper was curious.

“Ye kepo Hahaha.” Yoga is back. He then walked towards the sardine spot and took out some dus.

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Seriate..