My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek

Chapter 27

Sunday fun for Mr. Hanan and his little family. In addition to quality time with family, of course as a place to rest at home after five busy days of work.

"Copies Mas," said Nahla welcome at her husband's desk. The thirty-five-year-old man was sitting in the backyard holding a macbook in his hand looking at the latest news this morning.

While Icha was sunbathing near an artificial pond containing ornamental fish beloved by his father.

"Thank you, just here on Deck, where are you going?" hanan said so Nahla moved.

"Later Mas, again on the stove," said the woman was about to make something for breakfast. Symbok week does not leave, time for his family too. So, Nahla took the initiative to make her own breakfast rather than having to buy outside which does not necessarily fit her taste.

"What would you like for breakfast? Let me make you guys," bargained Nahla mumpung no chance.

"Your breakfast. Hehe." Hanan was joking while Nahla was staring at horror.

"That's so bad to see, not Dek, be kidding, uh not ding half seriously hungry. Why do I eat later," said the man with a smile that noticed his wife's worried look. Not that long, Hanan must be able to give time for Nahla to rest. Although it cannot be denied, the desire is still qualified.

"Mama why Pa? How come Papa's smiling?" tanya Icha while busy feeding the color fish.

"No baby, funny mom," Hanan replied. Following Nahla who is still loyal to show a flat face.

"You want help?"

"No need, just want me to know, like it?"

"Kupat knows?" hanan asked, remembering his late wife's favorite food. Icha's mother likes it very much and usually makes her own as well during holidays like this.

"Yes, why? I don't like it, I did something else."

"Like, really like it," replied Hanan enthusiastically.

"If you really like it, I make it now," he said preparing the ingredients.

With the spirit of Nahla made that food. Hanan himself helped him for a while, but being driven away by Nahla so move aside. Back sitting in the backyard while paying attention to Icha who is still fun playing.

For a moment the man smiled, looking at Icha who had a facial line similar to his mother. He even always sends prayers in every long prostration.

"Astaghfirullah .. forgive me, Lord, there is no intention to share this feeling. I realize that You have given me a change that is no less good, forgive me that if you still always remember it," Inner Hanan felt very sinful. He realized, Nahla is his future, did not want to make his heart hurt, just that the memories of the past in certain days sometimes make him remember.

"Mas, this is done, please try. Icha want?"

"Later Ma, Icha has drunk milk not yet hungry" replied the little girl was still busy herself.

"Bag, how not to eat, he said like, not delicious huh?" Nahla interrupted her husband.

"Where?" ask the woman to make sure. Although it was tasted and according to him fitting, not necessarily the taste of the man the same.

"Don't do it, delicious! Uhuks!" sahut Hanan chokes. The man seemed unfocused, praising but like thinking of something else.

"Mas' pants, it's a drink" Nahla said. Trying to rub his back is soothing. However, it seems that the man spontaneously made an evasive movement, causing Nahla to be confused. Is her husband anti-touching? Didn't even that man already more than touch her.

"I don't pa-pa really" Hanan replied, leaving the table. Still slightly coughed, even ignoring the white water that Nahla shared.

Offended? A little bit, maybe because I just feel tired, so kind of baper. However, not wanting to take heart is better to just enter than to think with his own personality.

Instead of contemplating himself, Nahla told her friends that afternoon to attend the wedding ceremony that will be held this week. The woman is a little nimbrung in the alumni grub and also other friends who are still often in the press.

Day H is getting closer, the busyness is certainly increasing. Both Hanan and Nahla are busy preparing, lucky to be halal, and sure enough a lot of involvement of both parties before the day H.

Pak Subagio's family also prepared no less hassle. The daughter-in-law of the first princess with great joy. Invited many invited guests from relatives, and acquaintances in the market.

Finally the day that awaited arrived, almost all relatives and relatives, also spilled out the best prayer for their marriage. Nahla's friends and fellow teachers at her teaching place also appear to be present together to pray and be safe.

No exception to that, Hanan's friends and relatives also appear to be present. Some employees themselves in motorcycle companions also appear to be present to congratulate their owners.

"Wah .. his wife Pak Hanan is very young. Listen to seora6 educators," said one of the guests discussing the bride.

Of course open the topic of taboo, which is becoming a queen and king a day it will be an icon on the show and lips, both prayer and no less exciting to know the coin of the bride and groom.

"Yes, beautiful yes no less beautiful like his mother Icha," another timpal. Gossiping, mothers are amazing.

The event lasted until late afternoon, some close friends even came at the very end. They took the time to attend out of nowhere while the event of a long friendship did not meet because of their respective activities.

"Alhamdulillah .. finally there is another friend to stay up late," said one of Hanan's friends gave a prayer.

"Thank you for coming" said Hanan, who came down from the bridal stage that afternoon. Join friends and other friends.

"Wah .. directly this trabas must be tonight. Old fast bro!" he said laughing giggling while giving a pretty suspicious parcel.

The atmosphere seemed boisterous laughing at each other, Nahla herself was only able to smile thinly in the face of the gookil behavior to lead the adult chatter. Lucky to have been executed first, so their words were not so taboo in Nahla's ears.

"Eh, congratulations Ma'am, I think Hanan will not be able to move on, it could also be the same you. Many tablets are rejected outright our one friend." Congratulated for successfully chosen by his father Icha from the woman, why suddenly Nahla's heart even thought. Especially the attitude of Mas Hanan who is sometimes possessive, but sometimes also strange.

"Thank you" Nahla answered suddenly. Moreover, the proximity of Nahla with Hanan previously zero percent, almost impossible. Just because Icha they're connected. Has the man not moved on yet?

"Deg!" Suddenly Nahla's heart was broken. Seeing the smile of her husband's best friend seemed bland and comforting.