NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 61: MISCONDUCT

Not felt 6 weeks already Nandang is in the village where they do KKN activities and only he and Dita who have not at all taken allotments for the holiday back to their respective places of origin. So on the sixth Sunday, Nandang finally left the village to return to his home.

It was as if coming home to take his holiday ration. Though he was only kidnapped by Mr. Akbar to stay in the next village, at an inn.

Three days off, of course, is enough for them to snatch the happiness of a husband and wife as they should. Also, now Dita content has entered the age of 3 months. Of course, the age has begun to be strong, because it has passed the first trimester. Let's just say they're on their honeymoon, even if only in a jasmine-class inn.

To trick the friends at the shelter, Nandang and Dita ask for a ride on Mr. Akbar. Nandang and Dita took part in Mr. Akbar's car which was going to leave after watching and guiding them on the grounds that they would look for a taxi to the terminal, because they do not have transportation that can support them to return to Bandung, unlike others who have friends and relatives who want to take them and pick them out of the village.

Nandang deliberately did not give the news that he was going home to Andini. Suddenly he was like a ghost, appearing at the door. Of course Andini shouted because Nandang came home not saying anything.

"Sister Nan... Is the KKN finished?" andini asked in amazement.

"Not yet, it's only 6 weeks Ndin, we're 2 months KKNnnnnya." Answer Nandang down the bag and other luggage. Go to the kitchen to wash your hands.

"Oh... Why did you come home?" Andini continued to follow behind Nandang. Curious about the excitement of the story of the brother while in the village

"Indeed there's always a holiday allotment for us, just brother's too busy there. Also happens to be believed to be the leader of the group. So you have to make sure you're safe and can't just leave the responsibility you're carrying on with you." Obviously Nandang opened the hood of the serving on their dining table.

"So now my mother is getting healthier, she is more often making bread as usual and also the talk has also started to be very connected, it seems we no longer need to hire Entin anymore. Mother has also begun to diligently go to the kitchen cooking and also the wheelchair has almost never been used again because it has begun to strongly move. Just washing clothes that he didn't do. Because the place is above. I dare not go up." Papar Andini passion.

"Allhamdulillah, O Allah, it means that our medical struggle has not been in vain, Ndin." Nandang really is.

"Yes. It seems so." Andini was happy.

"Where is mom now? I look in the bedroom there's." Nandang said again, before starting to pray to start eating.

"Road, taken by Naila's father" replied Andini to Nandang who had started to enjoy the food at the dinner table.

Nandang sok cuek chewed the food he was eating, but a little disturbed by the food he was chewing. Because it feels different from the usual cuisine he eats at home.

"Whose cuisine is Ndin?" ask Nandang to his sister.

"Let's guess whose cooking?" Andini is having a puzzle with her sister.

"It doesn't seem like your cooking, but it's not your cooking either." Nandang answered analyzing the food that was in his mouth.

"Take a guess dong sak..."

"I don't know, but Euis' time is ripe?" Nandang a little confused can not guess whose cuisine is in voracious.

"That's the cooking of sister Nan's future wife." Andini's tease on Nandang.

"Commander sister's wife?" Beo Nandang was a bit confused and misbehaved.

"Who...?" Nandang slightly dodged towards Nandi feeling confused himself.

"Who else if not Nai, Andini's friend and idol brother Nan." Andini's mouth is unfiltered, at will he called Naila is his sister's future wife. Making Nandang's nose kembis, Nandang's heartbeat stopped for a few seconds, rather surprised he heard the name spoken by Andini.

"If you say no, don't come..." Nandang tried to act as flat as possible as if there was no thunderous storm thrashing in his chest because he felt pleasure. "His brother, don't be ashamed. Ndin knew that between Brother Nan and Nai, there was something. Isn't it sister?" lure Andini towards Nandang. "Something how?" ask Nandang to Andini.

"You... small-smart already smart ngeledek brother huh?"

"Who's cheating, don't you like Nayla?"

"Who said ?"

"Yes, I said to myself. Come on, big brother. Big brother would often take Nai for a night walk when Nai stays at our house?" nayla finally has a chance to interrogate her sister.

"Yes right. Sister is often a night walk and be alone with Nayla as long as she is left behind by her parents.

"Well, my brother said that you like him."

"Eh Ndin, what question is there? walk the same way like it different loh..."

"Yes the same time brother.., if you do not like why always repeated his streets. But Ndin love brother does not clap one hand. The proof is that Nai also looks like Big Brother."

"TIMES....?"

"Try my brother thought, why does he like to come here if he does not like brother."

"He's your friend."

"But the evidence when Nan's sister is not there. He likes to play at home."

"He's your friend."

"But as long as Brother isn't around, he stays asleep in Brother's room."

"Yes, his sleep was with your mother and you. Sesak. That sleep has to be three."

" No, sister, it's a little different." Andini suddenly insisted that Naila also kept the taste of her brother.

"Kak Nai has broken up with Heru, so advice Ndin mending Brother hunted deh shoot the Nai. If not now, I'll be sorry about Nayla now..." Andini did not finish the word he said. "Why?"

"not so Kak, later maybe Ndin wrong if you say first to Brother."

"What the hell is Ndin?"

"Ga. ga anyway later. Wait for him."

"What the hell?"

"Ga anyway later. Pesen Ndin yes..., if you like him, the brother of the game says the same to him and surely Andini is sure that Nayla also keeps the same taste alias not much different from the feelings that you have, want to bet Kak? challenge Andini to her brother.

Seriate...