She's Maduku

Safeguard

After getting a message from the brother, Khadija rushed to leave the boutique, towards Zahfran's residence, he even ignored Shifa's greeting because he was worried that Bram was treated by the brother.

Once he got to the apartment, he just walked in without even saying hello. "Mas Zahfran.." Khadijah shouted as he ran towards the main hall, no, they were not there. "Mas Bram hicks.hikss.." This time Khadijah cried calling the name of his heart.

Suddenly Bram appears behind Khadija. "Jia..?"

Khadijah turned to the source of the voice. "Mas Bram." Unknowingly he hugged Bram, crying in his arms. "Are you in the same place as Zahfran?" Hiks..

"Jia, don't be like this, you'll be angry." Bram tried to let go of his embrace, but Khadija was reluctant to let go of the hug.

Shafiah saw from the top floor, she rushed down to approach the sister. "Ouch..Jia did that." He walked slowly down the stairs, feeling like he wanted to run, but what a big stomach power made it difficult to walk.

"Usedition..." Shafiah called from a distance.

"Jia.it's your sister." Said Bram still trying to let go of the hug.

"No, Zahfran must have beaten you up."

"Jia.this is me, let go." Said Shafiah by holding the shoulder of the sister.

"Mba Shafiah..?" Khadijah immediately released his embrace and then took turns to hug the brother. "Don't y'all hukun my Bram. Hikss.hiks.."

"Who punishes?" Ask Shafiah.

"Mas Zahfran."

"No one will punish Bram."

"But he was..."

"He just wants you to be Jia."

Slowly Khadija let go of her embrace?but the tears kept flowing. "Wasn't anyone punishing him?" He said in a sobbing voice.

"Yes, nothing." Shafiah wiped the remaining tears flowing.

"Hey.." the voice sounded echoing.

Khadijah. "Mba, that's Zahfran right?"

Shafiah. He held back a laugh as his sister's face turned frightened.

Slowly Khadija turned her body, she saw her brother standing straight in front of her. "Why cry?" Ask Zahfran.

"Zahfran what's Bram's cooking?" Tanya Khadijah ventured to look at the face of the brother.

"You don't see Bram healthy as a gini?"

"Awas aja yes mas, if until my Bram mas why." He nailed the chest of the field of the brother.

"Ih..embarrassed dong, the crying time in front of the future husband?" Zahfran held his sister's hand which continued to nudge her chest.

"Prospective husband? You mean Zahfran?"

"Hhmm.if he says a prospective husband, stop mukul immediately." Ledek.

"Mas Bram my suamin candidate? he hasn't expressed love."

"No need, it's old too." he..

"Yes, Bram came to propose to you Jia." Shafiah walked over to her husband, and hugged him from the side.

"Want it, don't get angry." Zahfran.

"Lagian mas Zahfran gave a photo of Bram using a threatening caption again, how do I not panic try mba?"

"Iissh." Say Shafiah while pinching her husband's waist.

"There is no other work than to do your own brother, if you know, the threat is horrified."

"Why?" Shafiah raises her head.

"Gerry is not in love rations."

"christian... ." Zahfran kissed the top of his wife's hair.

"Eehh.inget, here some are underage. be careful." Bram Tymphal.

All eyes were on Khadijah. "What the hell are you guys.."

"Udah.already..now I want to talk seriously."

"What brother?"

your struggle is to face our papah and mama Bram." Zahfran

"Okay sir, I will prepare everything, especially my courage."

"Good.may Allah do all your business."

"Yes, sir, thank you."

Oh yea.. Bram, where is Abiyu? Wasn't she the same as you?" Shafiah asked after recalling Bram's return without his son.

"A..Abiyu..."

Zahfran and Bram stared at each other in confusion.

"Brake..." Back Shafiah called a little pressing.

"Abiu.. Again at his friend Sha's house." His speech stammered.

"His car is back? You weren't waiting?"

The Shafiah question made Bram even more difficult. "No, I'm not coming back, he'll be WA if he wants to go home."

Shafiah scrunched her forehead in increasing wonder. "You're hiding something from me, Bram?"

"No, I'm not hiding anything."

"Bram.I know the look on that face." Shafiah's gaze was getting weird.

"Honey.. Nati she's coming home in a cab, if not, then I'll pick her up."

"Very well, until you hide something." Said Shafiah in a threatening tone.

While in other places, Abiyu who is currently bathing, became a conversation between Mr. Heri with his daughter Kisya. "Son, how did your husband come to mind here?" Ask Mr. Heru who had just returned from work, he immediately came home after getting news from his daughter, if Abiyu will spend the night at his home.

While cooking, Kisya told his father everything, for what happened today. "You sure son, if Abiyu did that?"

Kisya also nodded. "Yes. Just ask, the guy's taking a bath, and again menguping our chat sir." Saut Kisya without stopping his activities. He sliced some onions and put them in the frying pan.

And sure enough, the one in the bathroom was actually eavesdropping, he hurriedly cleaned himself and came out just wearing a towel limited to his waist, and carrying a dirty shirt on his shoulder.

"Astagfirulah..." Said Mr. Heru, spontaneous he closed his eyes with the palm of his hand, but can still peek between his fingers that he deliberately stretched.

"Loh..why sir?" Abiyu said to his father-in-law.

"It's okay, Aby.. Excuse me first." Mr. Heru passed by leaving the two of them in the kitchen. "It's dangerous to have them in one room." Mumbled while walking.

"You don't know how to be ashamed, a piece of clothing."

"Where's my shirt?"

"Just use it again."

"No ah, gatel."

"Keep, will you put on my nightgown?"

"Your father's clothes are there."

"Don't you see my dad is fat? want to wear a clothes?"

"Keep..I have to wear your clothes?"

Kisya was silent while thinking, she looked at Abiyu's body from foot to head, as soon as she looked into her eyes, a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face. "Why?" Abiyu was astonished, it seemed like Kisya was planning something.

And sure enough, he forced Abiyu to wear his clothes, a pink woman's pyjamas with a picture of little bangs. "Huh.ha.ha..Kisya laughed out loud when she saw Abiyu being forced to cuss at the pajamas. "Oh my goodness, Abiyu, are you macho?"

"Kisya..awas ya..?"

A commotion occurred in the room, the door was closed, even he locked it from the inside, Heru's father who had just returned from the minimarket rushed in when he heard Abiyu's voice in the room with his daughter.

"Well, I have to hurry and give the helms to my son-in-law.

He eavesdropped behind the door, slowly knocking. Tok.dok.. "Kissas."

"Yes sir.." Getting an answer, Pak Heru stood up straight again before the door was opened.

"What's up, sir?" kisya said after opening the door of her room.

"Where's your husband?"

"Some, I'll call ya."

"Abby..." Call her.

"What?" he walked over to his wife who was still standing at the door. "Why?"

"You are father, you are."

"Oh..What's the matter, sir?" Abiyu asked a little embarrassed because of the clothes he was wearing.

Heru sir reached into his pants pocket, he took out a red packet that read Su\*ra and directly handed it to Abiyu's hand.

"What is this sir?" Ask while flipping through the packaging.

"That's a helm, a shield."

"Helmes?" Saut them together, with perfectly rounded eyes.

Mr. Heru nodded. "Yes, you can ask Kisya for help to pair it up." After that Mr. Heru left to leave them.

A grinning smile appeared on Abiyu's face, Kisya understood that smile had a dangerous meaning. "Prepare for Kisya dayana."

"Abyy...."

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