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Binar was engrossed in his cell phone. See some of her friends' posts on the social media homepage. Sometimes he makes comments, or just press the like button.
“Lho, why San?” Sergei Rukayah.
“We hurry, Bulek. Poor Abi if
Nazril Ilham's. A mature and good man. He worked as Ustadz in the Ikhsan family's pesantren.
Nazreel. It was clear that Nazril had feelings for Binar.
“Wait for my mother to heal first, Gus. I still want to focus on healing my mother.” Obviously Nazril again.
Ikhsan could only sigh upon hearing that explanation.
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Binar went back into the house following his mother's steps.
In his little heart he still wanted Nazril to be in his home for a long time.
Astaghfirullah Haladzim's......
Sluggishly. He was ashamed of himself in his mind.
“What do I need to say to your father?” Suddenly Ustadz Syuhada spoke.
“Say what, Yah?” Tanya Binar did not understand.
“Soal nak Nazril.”
Ustadz Syuhada's speech immediately diverted the attention of Binar. He looked at his father with a questioning look.
Binar understood what his father's question meant.
“Dad knows. Everyone will probably accept Binar, but Binar has Chan. And Nazril mas like less srek it's the same Chan.”
“Hush. Can't suudzon so.”
“Invisible from his attitude yes, Nduk. Ibuk also felt that way.” Rukayah Timpal.
“Lagian his mother mas Nazril will still be sick Well. Don't put this marriage on the same issue with her. Poor thing. Binar was sure, later God would show the right time.
Ustadz Syuhada fell silent to the explanation of Binar.
“Nduk, hunt wakein Chan. He hasn't eaten yet, has he?” Rukayah's Order. He switched the conversation.
“Iya, Buk.”
Binar immediately went into his room to wake Chan up.
The boy was still enjoying his dream.
Slowly Binar walked closer to the bed. Sitting next to Chan and looking at Chan's face inside.
He stroked Chan's head slowly.
“Chan. Awake, darling. Lunch first yes.” Wake up Chan.
Chan only moved his body slightly.
“Chan... Chan.” Now Binar moved Chan's body slowly.
And succeed. Chan finally woke up. The boy slowly opened his eyes.
“Build first. Feeding.” Barin repeated his words.
Lazily Chan woke up and sat down. His eyes still felt heavy to open. But the boy was trying to gather his consciousness entirely.
Chan got out of bed with a stagger. Burning Binar laughed looking at him.
He followed Chan out of the room to the dining table.
“Wash face first, dong.”
With his shoulders down Chan came back down from his chair and walked towards the dishwasher. He washed his face there. When he finished, he sat down at the dinner table.
“You eat the same what?” Ask Binar.
“Eggs.” Chan replied casually.
Binar just gaped at Chan's answer. On the dining table has been served vegetable tamarind, fried tofu, sambal fish mujair, and rendang fish cob. But Chan instead asked for the egg as his side dish.
“Fish together, yes.” Tawar Binar's. Because he's too lazy to scrape eggs for Chan. “This mama same Uty have cooked this fish. Tasty. Unpatched mujahir fish, want?”
Chan shakes. He still wants fried eggs.
Binar sighed. “Judah. Just a minute, yeah. Mama fry the eggs first.”
“iya.” Chan nodded happily.
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