Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!

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Alkan who was researching the sheet of paper in front of him, looked a little disturbed when he heard his coworkers sounding fussing about something..

I don't know what they are struggling with right now, it seems more interesting than doing their respective tasks, which are not finished.

"Seriously, what else is shooting a movie, why is the girl so pretty?" the cry of one of his co-workers, made Alkan turn his head, but still calm in place.

"If all the girls in the world can be like that, it's safe. There will be no villain who can be like a girl." - Fathur.

And it made Alkan turn his head again, curiosity began to seep into the recesses of his soul and brain.

"You guys on what the hell? this file has not been completed, the file that wants to marry next month is not finished all, let's work!" nagel Alkan's.

the handsome Mr. Penghulu looked at his colleague flatly, but in response to the usual by Fathur and the others.

"This is a girl who catches pickpockets alone in the market, like I know the market," said Fathur casually.

The man with one child walked towards Alkan, while carrying a mobile phone that was showing a viral video.

"Nih see for yourself," said Fathur again while handing the phone to Alkan.

Mr. Penghulu dimpled the cheek was sighing rough, a little lazy to grab the flat object from the hand of the colleague. Although Alkan finally grabbed him too, his eyes were soaked when he saw the scene in the video.

More precisely the person in the scene, Alkan's two eyes perfectly rounded, when he saw the woman in the video, twisting hard the hand of a teenage boy, who was already screaming in pain.

"Cute," murmured softly Alkan.

Without speaking, Alkan immediately put down Fathur's phone, then got up from sitting down. His eyes looked at the clock hanging on the wall, the time was 11:35 p.m.

Lunch time is soon, Alkan will ask permission to rest first.

"Mas Fathur, I take my lunch break first yes, because I want to go home for a while, Assalamualaikum!" alkan said hastily.

The handsome Mr. Penguhulu immediately grabbed his jacket and key motorbike and mobile phone. Then it passed leaving his co-workers, who were seen staring confusedly at him.

Throughout his steps, Alkan continued to compartmentalize the phone screen. The Mr. Penghulu is increasingly irritated, when the number he is calling is not also connected.

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Currently Cia and Mother Marwah are on the terrace of the house, there are even some residents, who had brought them home.

"This is Mas Alkan's candidate, right? but it's not that Ms. Sarah said that Mas Alkan again deket same an...,"

"Please pray Mother Mother, who is close is not necessarily a match." Mother Marwah immediately cut off the speech of one of her neighbors.

"Well, it's not true that his son, Miss Sarah, who is a heart doctor, often comes here, huh? although maybe while controlling the health of Mak Mar, but also while diving drinking water." chanted one of them again.

Those who are there lyrically with each other, it is true that the gossip of Doctor Eli who is close to the handsome Mr. Penghulu, the adoration of their daughters, has spread like a virus, very quickly. Whether it's true or not, they don't care.

"Aakkhh," Cia's ringisin voice was heard when Mother Marwah accidentally pressed a torn wound on her heel.

The middle-aged woman looked a little dreamy, after hearing the words of her neighbors.

"Don't like to gossip that is not not about my son Mother Mother, the gossip is not necessarily true, I have said that the close are not necessarily mate." said Mother Marwah again.

The middle-aged woman was seen tidying up Cia's scarred cassa, then wrapping around the girl's thumb so as not to be exposed to dirt from the outside.

Cia's thumb was scratched by a sharp pebble, causing a tear in the area.

"You stay here, Mother wants to bring this inside." said Mother Marwah to Cia.

Sounds like a mother telling her son to shut up, and not go anywhere, right?

"I-iya ma'am." said Cia stammered.

Cia sighed softly, when she had not seen the back of her future mother-in-law.

"Asslamualayikum!" the cry of greeting someone made Cia and the others turn their heads.

BALEK WAS MY BROTHER BALEK MY BROTHER WAITING ON THE TERRACE OF THE HOUSE