Milky

Part. 134

Meet the future in-laws? Who is not happy when a man who is expected to be a worship partner, invites to meet with his parents. Except, Nasya. The hijab girl sighed a few times.

His heart was pounding, whose in-laws he would meet. Although only a theatrical, but it feels really thrilling chest. Waiting for time to go faster than usual.

He grimaced as the corner of his eye glanced at the watch in his hand, so fast that the time to go home was only a few minutes.

"Huh ... How is this? What should I do later?" Nasya exhaled for the umpteenth time. Hoping that the pulses within the soul would unravel little by little.

In the end the marks of the class being dissolved were heard. Nasya bit his lips, a sudden nervousness coming up made his face pale eloquently with sweat flooding in.

"Hisya?"

"Ah .. no! No!"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You daydreaming?" the jolt of one of his friends while shaking Nasya's shoulder suddenly covered his face in panic.

Nasya lowered his hands, staring at the puzzled three girls who were astonished to see him. He smiled, as if to say he was okay.

"There's nothing. I'll go first!" he said as he moved while grabbing the bag and hurried to take a thousand steps. I don't want to be asked more questions about the weirdness that happened to him.

"Eh, Nasya?" they squealed, then looked at each other in confusion before catching up with his friend.

"Sister!" lirih Nasya when he saw Bima who was standing while leaning on the pillar waiting for him. The young man stepped closer to the younger brother who stopped not far from him.

"Sister!" Nasya called him lirih. Gurgling stale saliva painstakingly looked at Bima's flat face.

"So you give her a hand? You're not scared? If you're afraid the baek doesn't have to pegi. That's a bad sign for you," Bima said attentively.

Nasya smiled, he docked at Bima and hugged the young man's waist. His face looked up with a dark bead belonging to Bima.

"Then, why don't you go with us. I'd be safer with Brother" he said gently.

Bima's bead was peeling inside. "Emang you think the cave will tell you your own pegi about the incident? It's delicious!" Bima gave a soft flick to Nasya's forehead with his index finger.

"Aw ... hurts!" he lamented while rubbing his throbbing forehead a little.

"Here, lebay you! Sono pegi's. The cave will watch out for you," he said, who was taken by Nasya. The girl walked towards the teacher's parking lot.

His head quickly bowed as the smile of the man beside the body of the car greeted him. He quickly opened the car door and let Nasya enter it. He immediately sat behind the wheel. Bima is ready on the bike, helmet covers the face, waiting for the target to pass.

Bima really became a stalker that day. He quickly started the engine as soon as the car carrying Nasya across the waiting area. Although the distance is quite far, but Bima is not left behind. The cars and other vehicles that were between them did not block Bima's view of his targeted car.

The car that followed Bima entered the gate of a modern housing. He also stopped when the car stopped in the yard of a minimalist style house. Bima took shelter under a silky catapult tree that grew lushly.

Nasya circulated his gaze before following the footsteps of the man who invited him to the house. The man even left the door of his house wide open worried about unwanted slander.

He took Nasya into his home. Small and simple, but clean and neat.

"So you're just two?" nasha asked as she saw no one but herself and the man.

"No, I'm staying with Grandma and her nurse. There is no one else because my parents have died since I was a child" he replied without looking back at the body.

He continued to take Nasya to the backyard of the house, where an elderly woman was sitting in a wheelchair. His entire hair was bleached, next to him sat a middle-aged woman accompanying him conversing.

"That's Grandma. Go well with it" he said, changing his natural flat expression to a warm smile.

"Grandmother! Assalamu'alaikum! I'm home!" cheery screech. Nasya dropped his jaw at the change.

Is ...?

"Ah .. My grandson has returned home. How's your job, son?" greet old voices while hugging the head that falls on his lap.

Nasya was completely glued to his place. Seeing such a rare occurrence, was an incredible thing. Just look at the face that always looks flat in class, now smiles exactly like a child. Spoiled and cheerful. The woman beside Grandma immediately stood up as the man threw himself down before his master.

"Current, Grandma. How's Grandma's day? Is it soothing?" He asked back.

"Just like always. Grandma's lonely because you have to go teach. Just try you're married, Grandma will have friends to talk to other than Mirah," replied Grandma with a typical shakes of old women.

"Well guess what I brought?" he said full of mystery.

Grandma looked at her granddaughter while smiling in detention, "What? It must not be far from the food. Grandma already knows," he said he was greeted by the granddaughter's head.

He moved, looking at Nasya who was still glued to his place.

"Come here! I wanted to introduce you to Grandma," she said calling the girl with a sweet smile on her lips.

Grandma was stunned, impatiently wanting to see, she turned her wheelchair facing Nasya who stepped slowly. The beautiful hijab girl managed to steal Grandma's heart. A smile on his old lips greeted the smile that Nasya gave.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Grandma. I am Nasya" he said, grabbing the old hand and kissing it in reverence.

Grandma was completely moved, her tears falling from an infinite sense of happiness. He pulled Nasha's body and hugged her. Tears that fell from the fertilizers soaked Nasya's clothes.

He broke down a hug and took her inside to talk.

"Take a drink and bring it to the living room" Grandma told her assistant.

Nasya took the initiative to push Grandma's wheelchair. The man was moved to see it, even though it was just a skit, but Nasya did it really well.

I'm not letting you go, Nasya! his determination in heart. He followed the two into the living room.

"Is she your future wife?" ask Grandma after they sat together on the living room sofa of the house.

Nasya lowered his head, the red hue on his cheeks could not be prevented. Even a faint smile appeared without her noticing.

"Yes, Grandma. Just pray for Grandma's wish to be fulfilled quickly," the man replied as he glanced at Nasya who was downcast.

"Aamiinu. I can't wait for Grandma to immediately see you guys together at the escorts," sambar Granny that triggers Nasya's heartbeat to become irregular.

Drinks came, followed by a warm conversation between Nasya and the two residents of the house. Two hours passed quickly, but for Bima who waited felt very long. He was determined to stay there until the figure of the younger brother appeared from inside the house.

Bima immediately put on a helmet when he saw Nasya and the lecturer who took him out followed by a wheelchair driven by the middle-aged woman. Bima was stunned, she did not lie. There was guilt lodged in his heart, but he was content as well.

"Why so rushed? Grandma still wants to chat with the future daughter-in-law," said Granny sadly.

"Sir, Nasya will come here again to see Grandma. For now, Nasya can not linger," said Nasya while gently touching the old hand.

The handsome lecturer was completely hypnotized by his figure. His heart became convinced to make Nasya his wife.

"alright. Be careful on the road. Say Grandma's regards to your parents, "welcome Grandma with a smile.

The two said goodbye, Bima had already left and waited on the road. He drove when the car passed him.

"Mmc ... Nasya, can I ask for help again?" he said it was bad, but he needed to tell Nasya.

"What, Sir?" Nasya glanced at him with a frown on the forehead.

"Before, I said a lot of thanks because you were willing to come to meet Grandma," he said while carving a sincere smile.

"It's okay, sir. I am so glad to see Grandma. He's very good." Nasya.

"Mmc ... Nasya, accompany me to the party next Sunday. Can't you?"

Next sunday? That's the day Ayra got married. How fortuitous.

"Sorry, Sir. Next week I can't. Incidentally at home there was also an event that day. I can't leave the house. Sorry once again," Nasya refused.

He breathed, but did not force. It's okay, after the two of them get married later they will always travel together wherever they want.