Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!
Preparing for Capital and Mental
Alkan continued to walk casually, without caring about the babble of the person behind his body. The Mr. Penghulu had just finished performing his Islamic prayer service at the mosque, which is not far from his home.
The time has shown at 20:45 pm, not too late, even impressed still afternoon for some people. Alkan continued to develop a smile, when someone greeted him, and when he greeted.
"Mas Alkan?" call someone from inside the car, who has just passed nearby.
Both of Alkan's eyes narrowed, when he saw who the person who called him was.
"Yes, what is Doctor Elina?" sahut Alkan.
It seems that Mr. Penghulu does not want to be stale, Alkan immediately asked what the heart doctor wanted.
"Emm-how is Mother? it seems like it has been a few days, Mother never consulted again," said Elina.
Even the heart specialist smiled sweetly at Alkan, the mercedes bens car he was driving, had stopped right by Alkan's side.
"Alhamdullilah, Mother is healthy. His health is stable, Mother is no longer tired" said Alkan as it is.
Mr. Penghulu said as it is, Mommy Marwah does look fit these days. Didn't the Mother tell him a few days ago, that the hijab-wearing woman was not tired when chasing pickpockets with Cia, in the market.
"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that" Elina said.
Alkan responded with a thin smile, honestly he felt bad at every eye that glanced at him and Elina, at this moment.
"I'm Doctor Elina first, Mother is alone at home, excuse me." said Alkan kindly.
Mr. Penghulu stepped back, leaving Elina who was still staring deeply at the wide back of Alkan, who was covered in baby blue cocoa clothes.
I don't know what her brain is planning right now, but slowly Elina's cynical smile rises. After that, he re-started his luxury car engine, the beautiful doctor did not care about so many eyes staring at him.
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"Assynnoyal!' the greeting Alkan said echoed.
Alkan let out a rough sigh, the Father of Penghulu scooped his face rough. Some days Alkan is still preparing capital and mental, to interfere with Cia. Maybe in the near future, he and the Mother will go to the residence of Cia.
"You're home, aren't you?" ask Mother Marwah who is ironing.
"Already Bun," said Alkan softly.
The hand of the Father of Penghulu outstretched, to reach the hand of Mother Marwah and kiss her reverence.
"Go to the room first, Bun." said Alkan again.
Mother Marwah who is still busy, only nods her head. Though Alkan had told the Mother, to melaundry their clothes. So that Mother Marwah does not bother washing and ironing, but the middle-aged woman does not obey her son's words.
Mother Marwah said, if she was still able to wash and iron Alkan's own clothes, because the most important clothes ironed only Alkan's shirt.
After entering the room, Alkan immediately laid his body on the bed. Both eyes closed, but both corners of his lips lifted up, forming a smile to display dimples of his cheeks.
Alkan was already convinced by the decision he would take, whether tomorrow or the day after Alkan would come back before both parents Cia, to propose him.
"Bismillah, may you make things easier, Aamiin ya robbal allamin." murmured softly Alkan.
His smile did not subside, even as Alkan began to enter his dreamland. May God give you a beautiful dream tonight, even Alkan did not forget to pray before going to bed, so that his sleep tonight is more sound.
'Good night, Cimut, ' said softly in his heart.
**CLIMATE AND MUSTACHE MODE, AND SOMEHOW YOU GUUAANNNTENNYA SPROUTS TEROS😭😭😭
ONE MORE PART LATER NYUSUL YES
THE EFFECT OF OTHORNYA WAS IN A HURRY BECAUSE HE SLEEPY LAST NIGHT FORGOT ONE MORE PART
SEE YOU NEXT PART MUUUUAACCH**
