NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 84: TEN MILLION

The application was a success full of surprises. Nandang really has managed to pack it neatly until not known by Naila. Mr. Good increasingly feel confident, Nandang is the right choice for the princess

singularity.

No vain Nandang postponed the time of approximately a year and a half, after being rejected by Naila's father at that time. It turned out that moment he used to squat for a while. In order to get a bigger jump than before.

Lecture Nandang just waiting for the revision of his thesis, meaning the M.H degree is getting closer. Nandang no longer complains about his business and work as a dirty laundry washer aka laundry. He has indeed made peace with his heart, accepting God's way and provision in order to accept only the part that will be his destiny.

Two months after the proposal was not a long time for Naila and Nandang to formalize the relationship in front of the rulers and witnesses. Happy tears break down in the eye fertilizers of Mother, Mami Onel, also Tatik mother who has given birth to Naila.

The atmosphere of the blue haru, the Khsusuk Kabul Ijab has been so smoothly. Nandang married the son of a head of the service. Reception certainly can not only be done in the yard of his father-in-law's house. After the wedding ceremony. The event continued in a very large multi-purpose building hall. Do not ask how much dowry Nandang gave to be able to marry Naila. Because, for Mr. Good. Marrying a child is still his responsibility as a parent. He does not sell girls just his wayang, then all the burden of costs that come out

for the marriage was shared by him and Nandang.

“Yank .. here.” Call Naila to Nandang who last night just gently paid her off. Received his right, making him now a perfect man and husband.

“Heem ... What is it?” Nandang still felt the need to straighten his back on top of Naila's soft bed, in his wife's room. In their bridal rooms.

“Help open this Yank. I don't want to bother with this business.” Naila complained as if facing a big job.

“Create what the hell ..?” They were already praying at dawn. And Nandang intends to continue his sleep even though it may be only 30 minutes. His plan.

“This .. open angpau. Much more, help write the cake, or open the envelope.”

“Should now also .. instead it is better we hug just continue that overnight.” Tempta Nandang but also moved his position closer to Naila who was under the edge of their bed with a position

prone.

“Yang overnight-night. Pain Yang.” Gerrutu Naila's.

“Heem .. sorry.” That's all Nandang said to Naila. He admits that he may have hurt Naila last night, but she was the same. Still a bit sore on his back, hit by a naila claw that holds on the shoulder part

behind it.

Then, both of them were immersed in the busy opening the envelope writing the nominal amount according to the name listed.

“Issh ... Who the hell is this? Very nice Tebel Yang.” Chirps Naila whose job is to open the envelope and Nandang who records it.

“Mana ..?” Nandang immediately pulled the envelope in his wife's hand. Naila immediately gave it to Nandang.

“Sosongko. Happy new life, my son Nandang and wife.” Nandang read the writing on the outside of the envelope.

“Aang knows ...?”

“This is my foster father. I think I told you about him once, right?”

“Oh ... Which tire patch?” Naila.

“Iya.”

“But this is ten million, which. A lot he gave.” Imbuh Naila was rather astonished.

“Masa …? I was even disappointed. Three times came to his workshop to deliver our invitation. But never open again.”

“But here she comes?” ask Naila.

“I didn't see Mr. Sosongko earlier.” Wonder Nandang.

“But ... why even the contents of the envelope are a lot of gini?” Naila's coming

“Ga tau.”

“That said, he's a simple repairman. But why give so much Yang?” curious Naila.

“Later, sometime we both play to his workshop huh Nai. Let me introduce you, my wife.” Nandang concluded himself. Naila simply nodded in agreement with the contents of the head that were still full of question marks.

Nandang still has a good relationship with Mr. Sosongko. And the meeting he often did in the night. Because only at that hour can he meet and talk to the man who is not young anymore.

Even all the plans and concepts of Nandang marriage was always consulted with Mr. Sosongko. He also knows how strong Nandang is in terms of saving his finances. For the preparation of marriage is also a lecture that is getting closer to completion.

“New bride's morning ..” Greet Naila's father when they're at the dinner table, four of them.

“For dad.” Naila's smile spread to her parents.

“It's done recap nai ..?” ask his mother without further ado.

“Iya .. has just. Later notes and money Nai love mom.” Naila answered while taking rice for Nandang.

“Lho how are you giving to mom? That's your money.” Tukas Pak Bagus immediately responded to the words of his son.

“Iya Nai, Nan. It's the blessing of people in the form of money for you. Support for living capital. Use it well. Why did you ask to be recorded? To let you know, anyone who has been very supportive of your marriage.” Urai bu Tatik's.

“Stt .. don't be happy to see so much. That's debt youo.” Said Mr. Good with a smile.

“That means ..?”

“Ya .. if there is a windfall. Tomorrow those who come to bless you will also have a celebration. Yes, you should also reply.” Mr. Good explained.

“Waduuh .. we just got married has a lot of debt aja dong, Nai.” Chirrup Nandang heard his in-laws' explanation.

“Ha .. ha.. ga so too. If capable and can be reached Nan.” Answer Mr. Good.

“Iya .. We try to get Dad back. But ...” sentence Naila hanging. Want to be honest but feel unworthy to complain to his parents.

“But what?” ask Mr. Nice curious.

“It ..”

“What ..?”

“That's sir, someone gave ten million.” Nandang understood what Naila wanted to tell her father.

“Waw ... who?” Mrs Tatik was amazed.

“Dad raised Kak Nan.” Naila was still at home with the call to Nandang despite having her husband status.

“Dad lift …? Who?” ask Mr. Good to know.

“Pak Sosongko.” Answer the short.

“Sosongko ... whose body is tall, rather black and not fat it?” ask Mr. Good to stop the chewing.

“Iya Pak, who used to open tire patch workshop in the middle of the night.” Nandang.

“Yes geez. Sosongko is my friend. He is the Head of the Archive and Library Service in Bandung.” Said Pa Bagus slowly but was able to make Nandang choke with the contents of the information.

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