Not Mahram

Chapter 29's

Sofia: "Daniel, are you sure to go back to work at a publisher? Said you wanted to be the delivery man for the expedition package. Why change your mind now? The basis is unclear."

Sofia just sent Daniel a short message. The guy's number hasn't been working since last night. Is she okay? The last news the man gave said he would be back in his original position. So Sofia wanted to make sure of it.

Sofia shook her head slowly. A little upset why at an important time for the work of the man most often considers spele since he knew his name Nafisah. Can be sure if the contents of the man's brain if examined, then the contents are Nafisah, Nafisah and Nafisah.

Sofia tries to contact Nafisah. But the woman did the same. Finally Sofia throws her phone with origin.

"They are the same! Quick mate. Says the soul mate is a reflection of himself. Even I'm sure if Daniel was mirrored then what he saw wasn't his annoying face. But Nafisah's face kept smiling to the point that Daniel might have forgotten who he was because he had been blinded by love.. "

"What's wrong with your face? Ah, I know, are you guys fighting?" tanya Tasya who suddenly appeared while carrying a tray filled with water and medicine.

"He really sucks!"

"Farras? Oh, my God, all right. I'll tell him-"

"Not him, my God. It's Daniel."

"A pity so." Tasya looked disappointed, though not serious. "I thought you guys were fighting."

"Arrangled?" Sofia laughed a little. "For what? We're just friends.."

Tasya gave a medicine towards Sofia. Sofia accepts it, then immediately drinks with a glass of water.

"really? But if my mom wants to make you a daughter-in-law in our family, what? You didn't realize my brother was interested in you?"

Uhuk!!

Sofia coughed immediately. Chest hurts. He tried to catch his breath a little. Tasya laughed immediately. Hurriedly he helped rub softly on Sofia's back.

"Slowly, Sofia. I know this is surprising to you. But, looking at the look on your face right now, you're so groggy."

"Don't just talk. I honestly don't like your sister, Tasya. Believe me we're just friends even if he helps me a lot." Sofia denied again. Although actually if he likes Farras, it is natural. Liking the opposite sex is no prohibition. Especially if the man is very friendly and helpful.

"But what I see, my brother seems to be starting to like you."

Tasya put the medicine on the bedside table. "Remember yes, as per ti.nya." said Tasya with a tone full of emphasis.

"We have different beliefs. It's impossible that we'll be together someday. Especially building a family."

"Yes, you are right. Moreover, the guidance that comes to a person is the right of God.."

Tasya just stumbled. Sofia just returned the smile. Far from the bottom of his heart is that he is more afraid that he will start falling in love with anyone. There was nothing he believed in this place during his disguise except Adelard.."

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Zulfa drove his car at a moderate speed. The morning came and they decided to go home. After taking approximately 30 minutes, finally their car reached the yard of the house of Mr. De Nafisah.

"We have arrived. Come down.."

The breath remained silent. Zulfa took off her safety belt. He looked at Nafisah beside him.

"Sorry.."

"I don't want to go home. Can I stay at your house, Zul?"

"Free, Hanif can just come to my house. It's risky.."

"You're not worried because you like him, are you?" Finally Nafisah looked at Zulfa. The look on Zulfa's face changed drastically to misbehavior. She laughs.

"Oh Allah, out of so many men, why should he? Not really ah!"

The breath smiles cynically. "So, your words are the same as they were last night."

"Oh yeah? What did you guys talk about until he said that?"

Zulfa hoped that Nafisah would answer soon. But after waiting for a few seconds, he just kept silent. Honestly, he was curious. Does Hanif really like Nafisah?

Suddenly Zulfa's heart was a little congested. What's wrong with her? God, don't tell me he's really jealous! Zulfa hastily denied it. Anyway, what do you hope for? After all, Hanif seems to like Nafisah.

"I just talked to him directly to dislike me from now on before things got further and further about that liking. I don't want to give you hope."

Like a painful blow, Zulfa tried to toughen up. His guess was right, as time went on, Hanif finally liked Nafisah. Nafisah looked at Zulfa's reaction for a moment. He saw his friend smiling. Ntar forced or not, Nafisah quite know that actually Hanif and Zulfa both do not want to admit the truth.

Suddenly Bude Nafisah came out of the house. The middle-aged mother approached Zulfa's car until Nafisah decided to get out.

"Alhamdulillah, it has arrived. How's travel?"

"Fun.. " Nafisah returned her Budenya embrace. "The story of Bude."

The middle-aged mother smiled. He glanced at Zulfa who had just got out of his car. The two of them hugged and Zulfa kissed the back of her hand.

"Zulfa don't go home. Let's go in for lunch together.."

"Thank you, Bude. But I-"

Zulfa and Nafisah looked at each other in disbelief.

"Seriously Bude?" ask Nafisah wonder.

"Well, did Bude lie?"

"But the hospital is pretty far away, Bude. What if I have stomach pain?" Zulfa paled, his facial features looking dramatic. While Nafisah rolled her eyeballs with a breath and laughed.

"Calm down, Bude's coming. Walking.. "

Then they laughed. Fiza's mother is friendly and likes to connect when asked to joke. Finally they entered the minimalist style house. And straight to the kitchen. There was Hanif who had just finished serving some dishes, side dishes, and also fruits that he had peeled and then cut. Aprons still attached to his body, Zulfa unblinkingly stared at him.

"Why?" an amused glint was seen in Hanif's eyes. "You guys are fascinated by me? I've guessed, you guys will definitely consider myself a dream husband-to-be who is good at cooking."

"Sad.. " Zulfa looked at Hanif cynically.

"Such a candidate doesn't exist yet."

"So, again in prayer.."

The breath chooses silence. Why did Hanif's words just now seem to be pointing at him. He tried to be ordinary and sat down next to Zulfa.

"Let's eat. I'm the one who cooks everything."

"Known it? How do I doubt?" Zulfa held back a laugh, he held up one of the dishes that had contained kale and looked delicious.

"Once eating my cooking, I'm sure after that you will continue to be hungry and long fat."

"Hanifs.. " Mister De also came suddenly, staring at Hanif full of warnings so as not to joke about the physical even though he did not mean to scold him.

Over time, everything there ended up eating voraciously in the interlude of small talk, laughter, and many things talked about business relationships, work, and much more.

After everything is finished, there are still desserts such as pudding and brownies that are not made by Hanif. Except for his mother's.

"May I speak something?" sela Hanif suddenly. All of those who were there instantly fell silent, while Old Man Hanif looked at each other and was curious.

"What's the matter, son?" ask Hanif's father.

"Am I wrong if I like a woman in our family?"

Nafisah who had been chewing on sweet brownies cake suddenly stopped her chewing. Why did the sweet taste he felt suddenly bland. His feelings get mixed.

"Liking someone isn't wrong." interrupted Mother Fiza, her gaze directly pointing to Nafisah. "But you should know, the family you like is now alone or not."

"What if it doesn't. Can I?"

Breath to drink water for a moment. He decided to stand up after he finished drinking. He smiled awkwardly.

"I'll go to the bathroom, just for a second."

"Try to avoid me, Nafisah?" reprimand Hanif suddenly. Finally he stood up

"You were right about last night. I like you, Nafisah. Not just a sister anymore, but as a woman who made me fall in love."

"I tried to ignore this feeling in order to appreciate our status in this family by lying. But the more I care about you when danger comes, the harder it is for me to ignore this feeling. It might not even be able to escape.."

And again, the pain is back. Without anyone noticing Zulfa felt that way. Now he knows, he is jealous. Why does he still think a lot of things if it turns out he finally likes Hanif?

"I know, maybe none of this is easy for you. But let me try to believe in your heart that I still have a chance to be with you."

With a sad look Nafisah turned her head towards Hanif. "It's not easy, Mas Hanif. Especially if I'm going to hurt you in the end. This is not a problem if over time the love will grow by itself. But it's me who doesn't want to open my heart to anyone."

"Is that including me?"

A low-pitched baritone voice suddenly sounded in the room. Everyone looked to one side of the source of the voice. Daniel stood up elegantly, while releasing his sunglasses. While the stel this morning looks fresh, handsome, with two buttons of the top white shirt left open.

Zulfa to gawking, men of the Italian European bule race is indeed incomparable. The man had just come out of prison, but the former inmate's words seemed unsuitable for describing Daniel's current situation. Daniel looked like a lukewarm man ready to pick up his own

"Ro con colui che dovrebbe essere mio. "the gaze of Daniel cannot be separated from Nafisah.

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...So Sad boy is not tasty *Hanif hug is far 😣...

"Care with colui che dovrebbe essere mio... "

(I will be with him who should be mine) - Daniel..

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