Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!

More Horrible Than Ghost Houses

Alkan sighed softly, both corners of his lips lifted up. Smiling sweetly, in front of the small mirror inside her room.

After last night, Alkan explained at length to the Mother. This afternoon, Alkan prepared to pick up Cia at his residence. Alkan even had to read many times, the address given by Cia.

Afraid that his eyesight was wrong, while reading that address, Alkan's forehead creased slightly, looking at the maps.Elite housing complex? even Alkan had never entered the housing complex, as long as he lived.

"Hopefully, I'm not wrong" he said slowly.

The Mr. Penghulu dimmed that cheek, immediately grabbed his denim jacket. Today Alkan rented a car, because he was impossible, piggybacking on Cia with his favorite dirt bike.

In addition to the bodies of the two of them must touch, the motorcycle seat will not fit to sit together. Maybe if the stick could have been, but right now they are still in a period of distance.

Alkan smiled faintly when he saw the Mother, was watering her favorite orchid flowers.

"Bun?" get Alkan.

"Hm," Marwah only said to her young son, either because he was still angry, or because of something else.

"Alkan left first yes, pray that Alkan's journey will be smooth" said slowly Alkan, as he grabbed Marwah's right hand, then kissed him reverence.

"Assalamualaikum" said Alkan.

The thin mustachioed man, immediately left the Mother, who was still sculpting. Even Marwah has not had time to reply Alkan greeting.

"Waalaikumsallam," said Marwah slowly, the middle-aged woman gave a rough sigh.

Last night, he did approve of Alkan bringing the girl, to meet him. However, Elina's words were still embedded in her brain as well as her heart. Even the beautiful doctor cried, when he told her that Alkan had made her cry, just because of the girl who had just been known by the son.

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Alkan circulated his entire gaze, every single large gate he passed through, in this elite housing.

mr. Penghulu even had to sigh violently many times, his forehead flinched when he saw the house number that he had been looking for.

Alkan stared puzzledly at the large gate, which was in front of him at this moment. Even the man gasped a little, when he saw the tall and large gate, opening itself.

"Why open yourself? don't I have the wrong house?" ask Alkan confusedly.

The rental car he was carrying at the moment, did not even move the slightest bit from its place. Until, the mobile phone that was in question, suddenly just rang.

[Look at me!]

A message from Cia, made Alkan turn his eyes back to the front.

"Bismillah, why is it this way?" his monologue.

Without replying to a message from Cia, Alkan immediately turned the car engine back on. Slowly, Mr. Penghulu entered the Nagara family home.

Alkan blinked many times, when he saw that there were some men in black, and larger than him, were patrolling.

Alkan immediately got out of the car, Mr. Penghulu even swallowed a hard-earned saliva, when he saw a large and luxurious house, three floors, with a modern European style, towering in front of him today.

"Miss Gercia, it's waiting for you inside."

The voice of someone, from one of the pigeon-bodied humans, made Alkan slightly aghast.

"Come!" he said again, making Alkan just according.

Even Alkan had ducked, and smiled his thin smile, at some of the giant humans he passed. Because it looks disrespectful, if you pass by an older person, with a sturdy body of arrogance.

"Please enter!" said the bald-headed man, and the big body.

Even the bald raksaksa, seen opening the big door, for Alkan.

'Bissmillah," muttered Alkan in his heart, it felt like entering this house, more sinister than entering the haunted house, which is on the night market.

Slowly step Alkan, bringing him in. In fact, the bald man in front of him looked twice as creepy.

"Mas Al?" call someone, making Alkan sigh in relief.

"I'm sorry, Young Miss." said the bald raksaksa.

The person called Young Miss, shook her head slowly, while saying thanks.

"Thank you, Erik, come on! Mami and Papi are waiting!" the Young Miss's words, made Alkan regain consciousness.

'Bismil was bornohmanirohim.' muttered Alkan again, in the heart.

OM BALD AND FRIENDS HIS FRIENDS😂😂😂