My Halal Lover

chapter 29

Fiana's POV

"Zela, let's ride the bike too dong! Even dreamt of ." Farhan's voice broke my long daydream.

"Eh uh. yes, Mas. Come on, who I call dong, Mas!"

"Ah, you don't even ask for speeding."

"I'm tired. I said, I'm the queen today. "

"Yes, but don't forget, I'm the king. hahaha."

"Stoop!!"

Ciiitttt

"What's up Zela? " Farhan's voice sounded very worried. It's funny hahaha.

"Zela, you're still healthy, right?"

"Huh, what ?"

"You really are stressing me out. Ask to stop suddenly until we almost fall down, then smile for yourself. What are you thinking hmm?"

"What's? there's no."

"Oh, come on, I'm not stupid. Don't don't, you're thinking weird. Come ngaku!"

Basic pervert! His eyes glanced mischievously at me while holding back his annoying laughter.

"That's right, diem . Then yes?"

Buggh!

"Aaaawwww! It's really like the power of a coolie."

Farhan grimaced holding onto his arm that I was punching. Hahaha feel it !

"Felt! That's why, your brain washes first, Mas!"

I got off the bike and approached my favorite sugar vendor.

"Hey, abege labile! Wanna go where? Wait for your handsome husband first.."

I continued walking without heeding Farhan's narcissistic remarks. Very confident of him, Huh!. Farhan had managed to align my steps towards the sugar sugar sugar monger.

"Zel, Zelaa."

I ignored Farhan's call.

"Zel, Abege labile!"

Whahuh? What did he just say? I stopped and looked towards Farhan. He even put on a death smile.

Ahhhh, eahhh! It's hard to be angry if you have a handsome husband.

"That's right, see if it says labile, hahahah"

"Not funny to know! Bang, sugar one yes."

"This is mbak , but the sugar isn't as sweet as mbak heheh."

"Ah, you can do it" I said in a shy and cute grass style in the world, haha.

"Ehemmm, you don't know if it's a bad mouth."

"Aawwww! That's a bang, so sadistic."

Farhan put on a pretentious face. Ewwwhhh, what the hell?

"Assalamualaikum.."

I know a voice calling to me. I looked at the source of the voice. And it turns out , exactly what I guess.

"Eh, hi Kak Ardi . waalaikumsalam ."

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farhan's POV

"uh, Hii brother Ardi. Salam waalaikum. "

Hiiii, what the hell? Very cute sound . Who called Ardi? Uh, Ardi ?

I looked over . Sure enough, this guy again who had the heart to think I was going to kill myself.

"Fiana, what's the matter here alone?"

Whahuh? He said alone? So, what am I?

"Ehemmmm...."

"Eh, hi! You're the kid who committed suicide on that ship, right?"

What ? What did this guy say? I'm the kid who's planning to kill himself? Oh, my God, give me the patience to face this shitty guy. I lyrics Zela, her face has been holding back laughter . Huh, watch out!.

"Sorry, brother. The cave is not a boy and the cave has never had any suicidal intent. Assalamualaikum ."

I stepped away . But wait a minute ! Where's zela? I looked back . Zela was still smiling at the man. Oh, Zela!!!

"Darling, let's hunt! Our son's kasian crying at home."

"You don't have a fever, do you? " i faintly heard Zela's adorable voice.

Wkwk, I'll make sure he gets upset. Wrong himself why that guy dared to mock me in front of Fiana, right tengsin, hahah

I decided to sit on a park bench, right under a shady tree. The wind gusts caressing my soft skin. Eh? Eeewwwhhh, what the hell! I'm a gini poetic ass .

I mean, I took Zela to sit under a shady tree so she wouldn't overheat. With his face so tangled. Who knows if it is blown by the wind, so the tone is neat and orderly.

"I want dong, Zel ."

"What?"

"That." I pressed my lips to point at the sugar in his hand.

"Ih, you perverted Farhan!! this is a public place. "

Zela spontaneously covered her mouth with her left hand. Lah? This misfocus is mah si Zela.

"It's like you're a pervert, baby. I'm going to point sugar out, why shut up ? emmm, or don't you..."

"Maassa...!!!" Zela snorted angrily towards me.

Hahaha, how funny my wife is.

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