Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!

Go home

Cia continued to stare at the fence Alkan house, Mother Marwah forbade him to go home alone. The hijab woman told Cia to wait for Alkan, somehow Cia felt that the Prospective Mother-in-law was impressed possessive of her.

Cia continued to compartmentalize the mobile phone, until not long a dirt bike entered the Alkan home area. Cia raised her face, thin lips as red as that Cherry, expanding when she saw who had come.

Even the girl immediately got up from sitting, when she saw the person she was waiting for walking towards her. Already look like a wife, who welcomes her husband home yet? it feels like, even Cia did not dampen a smile when Alkan opened his full face helmet.

"Mas Al ud.," said Cia cut off.

"Wait a minute yes, I want to take a shower first, after that we go home" said softly Alkan cut off Cia's words quickly.

The pretty girl's forehead shriveled, when she heard the words of her handsome Mr. Penghulu. Why would Alkan know if he wanted to be taken home? what is possible in this house there is a voice and image eavesdropping device.

Cia nodded her head, the girl stared at the wide back of Alkan who was wrapped in a black shirt. For some reason even though Alkan's appearance was random, even the black shirt he was wearing was worn, but the aura of Mr. Penghulu was still above average.

"Every once asked in a brush like a brain, why go away anyway." murmured Cia slowly.

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Cia stared doubtfully at the bike that would be on his ride, not because of shame riding the bike. But because the size of Alkan's motorcycle seat is a little short, he is not sure if later his body is not attached to the wide back of the unconscious, belonging to the handsome Mr. Pengupulu.

"Wear the helmet as well as the jacket!" alkan.

The dimpled man gave Cia a jacket, and fitted the full face helmet she used to wear. Because in Alkan's residence there is no helmet anymore, so Mr. Penghulu is more concerned with the safety of the Cimutnya, in accordance with his promise to the prospective father-in-law.

"Mas Al doesn't wear a helmet?" cia asked when she saw Alkan, putting the full face helmet on her head.

The helmet is quite large and heavy, making Cia have to balance her head so as not to look good. Now all that is seen are Cia's two beautiful eyes, even Alkan chuckles little see the appearance of the Cimutnya. Adorable, looks like a helmeted anchovy, thought Alkan.

The moss-green hooded woman, gave a teddy bear to Alkan. Cia's forehead wrinkled when she saw the cute doll, why would her future Mother-in-law even give the doll to Alkan.

"Those dolls make you your security guard, put him on Alkan's back. Let you guys not be able to stick, if only hold your shoulders is not a problem. It's over there, afternoon rush!" continued Mother Marwah again, sounds like a smooth expulsion.

"We are leaving Bun, Assalamualaikum" said Alkan, as he grabbed the hand of the Mother and kissed her reverence.

Likewise with Cia, he gently grabbed the right hand of Mother Marwah, then kissed her reverence even though blocked by the helmet.

"Cici go home first, Mom" said Cia.

"Yes, be careful! do not be kapok if I take it to the market again yes," said Mother Marwah.

Cia who heard the words of her future Mother-in-law just nodded, her brain still digesting what was said by Mother Marwah.

'Don't kapok', what does it mean next time, he will be brought here again by Alkan? Cia silently extended a smile behind the full face helmet, which she was wearing at the moment.

Even Cia can inhale the voracious, pomade-like scent of hair that Alkan used to wear, from inside the helmet.

Alkan rode the bike first, then the teddy bear and the last one was Cia. The long-haired girl held the end of the jacket, which Alkan wore.

Tin!

The sound of a motor horn began their journey, Mother Marwah also called back to commemorate Alkan, so that the heart of the heart.

"Waalaikumsallam, be careful!" mama Marwah.

MAS AL, AGAIN OPO KOE MEGANGIN SANDALS JINJIT CICI