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THIS IS NEARING THE END OF ABIYU KISYA'S STORY.
THE NEXT STORY THAT WILL BE LIFTED REPLACE THE AZKY FAMILY AND THE TWINS WHO HAVE TWO DIFFERENT TRAITS, MAKING BOTH PARENTS SHOULD BE EXTRA ATTENTION TO THEIR DAUGHTERS.
FOR NOW, WATCH ABIYU KISYA'S STORY FIRST. JUST A LITTLE MORE.
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Long enough to familiarize themselves with Mr. Herlambang also Miss Melisa. After many conversations about marriage, as well as about Kiran's family where her mother still works as ART, they plan to ask her to come with her when she is married later, she said, so there's no need to work as ART anymore at Nindy's house.
Kiran agreed, and it was confirmed first by Kiran with her mother, from a long time before Adlan actually proposed to her.
Ms. Melisa and Mr. Herlambang are very happy, finally his last son got a mate, although still small, they are sure, if Kiran has a mature nature that can compensate for the nature of his son who is not young anymore.
After much chatting, Adlan drove Kiran home to the rented at around 22:00. Along the way, Adlan unceasingly grasped Kiran's hand while driving his car at moderate speed, splitting the city of Jakarta which is still crowded with cars as well as people who continue to pass non-stop.
Kiran continued to smile, recalling the incident when Adlan was ridiculed by Kayla who called him Opa.
"Hi. hi. hi. hi. "he giggled while covering his mulit by hand.
"Laughs on? must be ngeledekin?" adlan said a glance at Kiran.
"Once Om funny. Don't want to accept the fact that Om already has a grandson," ha. ha.. Kiran laughed again, making Adlan even more anxious to pinch him.
"Awas ja ya later wait for retaliation from Om if already married. About your law."
"God.." Kiran stuck out her tongue mocking Adlan. While Adlan continues to smile with the silly behavior of his little wife-to-be.
"Don't go fishing" Adlan warned.
"What fishing? fishing in murky water?"
"Fishing the third man."
"Did.cheating? did I make a mistake?"
"Not cheating dear, the third person who is present when two people are alone."
"Yes my. The devil?" he said with his eyes perfect.
"By the way the devil does not have to squirm Om also times, Ran."
hi.hi.hi's search.. "Feel a pity." said Kiran as she rubbed Adlan's cheek.
"The count.is nambahin," Adlan kept his face out of Kiran's hand.
"Why?" pretending not to know, he really provoked the emergence of a third person among them.
"Iih. Should time be tempted?" hi. hi. hi..
Adlan smiled blushingly, "I'm a normal man dear, and I'm not an ustad who can be khilaf at any time. If you're khilaf now, how do you try?"
"Don't dong."
Kiran distanced her body from Adlan's side, as well as her hands that were not holding each other. He said he was worried about a third person.
"Open Om's coat!"
Adlan frowned, "Make what? you're not asking for anything anymore, are you?"
"Dwelling.. GR."
"Continue?"
"Make my skirt cover, this uniform is too revealing, worried about flirting with Om Adlan's faith. He said prevention is better than cure. Aye right?"
Adlan smiled, it turned out that his mind was dirty, yes his brain was. He took off his coat, and immediately put it on Kiran's lap.
"Thank you" he said with a smile. Kiran covered the exposed part, with a coat that Adlan gave her.
"Of."
"Hmm..?"
"Thank you."
Adlan returned a quick glance, "For?"
"Everything."
Adlan frowned, "Om hasn't done anything Ran."
He sat sideways, looking at Adlan while rubbing Adlan's hand against his cheek, making his concentration slightly fade as it continued to be stared at by Kiran. He also smiled.
"Thank you for loving a child like me, poor, a maid, and my shameful past."
"Kiran. Don't talk about it again ah, it's the past, baby. Make Om, you've forgotten the past, that's enough. Huh yeah?"
Kiran nodded.
"And you should never feel insulted to ever be a maid. The maid was a noble job too, preparing meals, tidying up the house, many noble things they did."
Adlan rubbed the top of Kiran's hair with one hand, "Never feel humiliated, dear. Because you will soon be the great mistress of the Malique family. I'll get you back, and your mother too. Yea?"
Kiran was moved by Adlan's words, she shed happy tears. I am so lucky to know Adlan. Perhaps this is the wisdom behind all events, which will be beautiful in time.
"Don't cry dong. Later I followed the cry," said Adlan while pursing his lips, making Kira again smile funny.
"Oh yeah, one more."
"Why Om?"
"Don't call Om, use another nickname, right?"
"Oh yes. Actually, I also thought of that Om, what's the right call?"
"Call Mas? wanna?" Adlan glanced back to ask for approval.
"Mmm.." seemed to think for a moment to guess, what call is suitable? But it seems like nothing else, and the mas call seems fitting.
"alright. Mas Adlan?"
Adlan said, "Thank you Ran."
The car they were riding in, kept on going, a little interspersed with small talk while enjoying the streets of the capital.
Elsewhere, Kisya, who was still sulking, had just finished tidying her daughter's toy in the basket, then placed the basket in a corner next to the TV cabinet.
Abiyu, who knew of the wife's anger, continued to follow from behind while seducing, hoping that his anger could soon melt.
"Come dong, Yank. Don't be angry anymore" Abiyu said as she hugged Kisya from behind, but Kisya continued walking forward to tidy up everything that looked unsightly.
Abiyu's efforts did not stop there. He twisted Kisya's body until they looked at each other directly. Their eyes met each other, but Kisya turned her gaze the other way, trying to dodge.
"Yank. What the hell makes you angry? I tried Yank. Look at me dong! look over there and on," she asked a bit forcefully, kissing Kisya's cheek many times.
"Abiy.. enough!"
"I won't stop until you tell me what my mistake was."
"I'm not in the mood, I'll talk tomorrow."
"Yank. Don't do it dong, I'm tormented as you think gini. I bingunh must do."
Kisya climbed onto the bed, lying down covering her body with a blanket.
"Yank.."
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