MY HALAL IS WITH YOU

Duh happy

All dishes are wrapped. Hayrul sir brought the food, they came out of the food stall with happy faces... Arriving at the parking lot of his motorbike, Hayrul immediately hooked his food crackle on the bicycle hook..

"we go straight home.. Where are you going...?"

"it's not like I'm going to the hospital, jenguk, stst.. How come that's sick....?"

"haha.... Ibuk dek nita also know.. Mas want to ajakin kmu to the malem market... He only said that you were invited.. To an unimportant place.. He said he wouldn't...."

"huh.... What do you mean?"

"yes said your father was most males invited out low is not important.."

"buzzzzsyuett... There is aja, I can not get out because not allowed father out ma someone else... Forgive me aki aki.. There's a ridiculous idea..."

"uh.. Uh. Can't do that, father..! But wait a minute..... Is it not someone else's deck....?" pura pura squeezed and raised her eyebrows...

"that's the basis of father kolot!" glaring and murmuring in the heart.

"deck?! How about mlototin mas?" ask hayrul sir

"can hayrul not someone else..!" nita's firm

"trrrruuuuz?"

"nita's engagement!"

"huh.....? [you are glad that my heart] has a confession from your beloved.." seduced sir Hayrul..

"segerr... Pluzz gr's.."

"not gr... But pede.can be a confession from the person directly..."

"already ah... I was the one being cornered anyway... It's so coming home, what's it like to hang out here?" ask nita annoyed.

"so donk.... Yuk ride his iron horse brother.." joked pak hayrul.

"narcissist" nita got on her bike, hayrul was upset..

Mr. Hayrul directly hit the gas but.. Soon her waist was severely pinched..

"sick deck......! Sadistic you.."

"huh.... Really when?" spirit 45

"what? " nita fooled herself...

"he said he wanted to get married? It was very nice on the deck... If it is accelerated." asked hayrul sir with sa..... Ngat enthusiastically.

"that's what you want, Dad... I am ogah.. I want to go to high school first."

"that's not consistent... By yourself ko.." kesel..

"hehehe maap mas, mas anyway bring the bike very fast..!!! Can I just not..?" nita clarified and shifted to another topic..

"hmmmm" hayrul muttered... 'Stupid shit how... I spoke at length ea.. Still say you want everything.. It's just staying!'

"mas hayrul still angry ea?"

"already mendingan.. It's just!"

"not to be.. Low's mad at lom ilang.."

"iya ok. Ok. I'm not angry anymore."

"that's good..! Oh...!" ooh.. I have no chat... Sesal..

"what the fuck?"

"gold his son a rich man... Mas pampered ea ma old man mas?"

"why isn't his career about us?"

"likes me.. I want it. Mas ea just answer it..."

"i am not rich dek.o yes mas lum ngejabarin myself mas ea dek.. The rich man is father.. I'm just a sukwan teacher with a salary of 200 rb per month.. Honestly, I am very much the same Umi... Especially if it hurts fussy said Umi... I hope.. Ntar adek also manjain mas ntar ea? "

" hein... That's great too.. Trusses.. Low umi spoiled ea mas??

"what do you mean..? Uh... Come down first... All my friends come home." Hayrul got off his motorcycle..