NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 63: ANDINI KEPO

Nandang and Naila had not had a chance to say hello, directly only their eyes spoke that the two were really missing each other. I don't know who among them will succumb to admit their feelings.

Naila's family also Nandang already in a restaurant that is quite popular in the city. It is common for Mr. Bagus who incidentally an official at a SOPD in the city. So that he was very accustomed to even the waiter seemed friendly to serve him and his family, while there.

Reverse with Nandang family who live simple. But the difference is not so obvious, because Pak good and Bu Tatik never consider the Nandang family with one eye.

They are even more likely to be like one very complete family.

Not only Nandang, Pak Bagus and Bu Tatik also feel great happiness when seeing the healing progress of Puspa mak Nandang.

Puspa really can be invited to chat even though not so sharp his memory of the past, which surely he can already be invited to joke smoothly. About the problem of the recipe of toast and fried bread mainstaynya. Other recipes as well.

Pak Bagus also often doubted that he would later be asked to do the task as a laundry worker again.

"Who is afraid, you can wash. There's a machine." Bela Puspa was like a child defending himself.

"Well then, Euis we'll just stop, how's Mak?" joking Andini to her mother.

"Can... But the engine's not on top. Mom's afraid of collapsing." she went again.

"Huh... collapsed?" ask Andini.

"Yes, my mom's afraid to go up." He said again that he was a little dazed in using language, to express the contents of his heart and mind. But it's already pretty good.

"No mama, Ndin was just kidding. Let Ndin and Euis do the laundry, if you are still strong, just cook in the kitchen. Nandang already miss the same cuisine of the mother you know." Nandang said while attaching his mother's hair child who fell around the forehead will close his eyes.

Nayla was enjoying the scenery as Nandang watched and looked so affectionate towards her mother. It occurred to her mind that tomorrow maybe the eyes full of love was not only directed to the mother who gave birth to Nandang. But also to him later, as a woman who would bear children for Nandang. Ah.. Nayla's mind is already wandering. Naila is in love with Nandang.

As the dinner progresses again, Nandang and Naila are seen to be quiet.Stiff and do not show each other if they ever get along with each other. They still don't talk to each other, in plain sight. Not with his second hand. Because they are both quite busy typing on the screen of their respective phones.

"Hi beautiful... how many kilos are missing?" fill in Nandang's chat with Naila on the sidelines to eat them.

"You know what?" bales Naila with a knotty smile then hid his phone again into his bag.

"If I could guess, and be right. I'm given a gift?" Nandang re-typed on his gawai.

Naila again felt the phone in her bag vibrate again, although it did not sound.

"What do you want a gift for?" tanya Naila is still through chat-an the two of them.

"His dedication is all that matters." Reply Nandang with a smile on the skin.

"Heemm... tuh right, KKN must have gone home, I've got a boyfriend or girlfriend or all the future wives, Nan?" goda Pak is nice to Nandang who just kept his phone back in his pants pocket.

Nandang was a little surprised by the original guess that Mr. Nice said.

"Have you said, if in the days of KKN. It'll be different from normal college." Said Mr. Good deliberately dramatizing the situation.

"When KKN usually, you will meet other girls besides your friends in one class. Even often joined by other students from various faculties who are certainly with a variety of characters." Further again.

"And at the time of the KKN all the original attitude will come out. Yes it is almost similar to a household, so there it is very noticeable which one is really a diligent girl or not." Good words actually make Nandang seem wrong behavior.

It was also caught on Naila's bead of curious eyes. Seen from Naila's eye bead as if asking for an explanation on Nandang.

"Oh yes sir, everything feels different there. Making friends taste brother. So it's so much fun." Answer Nandang as it were.

"Kaan..kidna, the proof of KKN is almost over but you can just go home. Father's son also has another KKN. Maybe different villages are the same as you, but have long been able to go home on vacation. You're not ya?" look at Mr. Bagus who turned out to be silent following Nandang's schedule.

"Oh that, sir. Yesterday Nan happened to be believed to be the leader of the group. So Nan's responsibility is bigger than any other. It is difficult to go home as you wish. For having to ensure our conditions and activities, like that sir." Obviously Nandang defended himself. In order for Mr. Good at once Naila believes the reason that he can hardly go home for vacation.

"Don't be serious Nan, you're just kidding me. You are, so taken seriously. But can not be far from the phone earlier, it is very suspicious you know." Pak Bagus was still trying to tease Nandang and this time while glancing at his own son

And that makes Naila suddenly uncomfortable. Stuttering afraid also lest, he will also be seduced by his father, as he did to Nandang earlier.

"Can we go home yet?" suddenly, she interrupts as if she were the goddess of salvation between Nandang and Nayla.

"Oh yes.yes. Our food is done. It's been quite a night, let's go home." Invite the good sir who has seemed to forget the problem and also the joke earlier.

And it contained Nandang also Nayla felt a little relieved. If only his father knew that the one who was leaving was the two of them.

They also returned home, delivered by Mr. Good.

"Tomorrow yuk, Nai. I went back to the village again." Chat Nandang as they return are in the same car but in a different row of seats. Because Nandang is sitting at the back. And Naila was sitting in the middle sitting near her mother and Andini.

"Pick up at home on a motorbike, brother." Reply Naila smile to herself.

"Chat the same who the hell.kok ga brenti from earlier." End of Andini who kepo.

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