She's Wife In Dream

The Endless Debate

Rasya got out of his car, that night he was going to take his best friend away.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

After getting the answer from the owner. He went inside and kissed the hands of his best friend's parents.

"Look Om and Auntie, I mean here. I want to bring the princess, Om! Come out to eat together!" Rasya lowered his head not daring to look at Papa Langit.

"Why didn't you just chat?"

"Actually I wanted to, but the phone is lowbat!"

Arsy got out of the elevator and walked into the living room. A smile spread across his lips.

"Pa Night! Nuns!"

"Right, Yi, you want to walk?" Mother of Light immediately asked.

A little hesitant when you want to answer questions from the Mother. "Emmm ..sorry Bun! We had planned this before!"

"Keep if there's a plan, why don't you tell Papa?" Papa looked at Arsy. The look in his eyes described his dislike with the attitude of his daughter.

"Come Pa! Let Ayi, take a walk! He had just returned from Muskowa. It may be Ayi, need refreshing eliminate fatigue. Isn't it Yi?" Kafka threw his ass on the couch.

Papa Langit looked at his youngest son. With an indescribable look.

"On one condition, you must go with them!"

"Oh .. My God! Sorry Pa, I can't go with them. You have to learn!" Kafka answered calmly.

"It's Sunday night, you're off tomorrow!"

"I want to prepare myself, because Monday is a repeat. The problem is there are two maples to learn!"

Papa Langit threw a rough breath. While the Mother of Light, who was beside her stroked her husband's shoulders gently. The sky was staring at his wife. He wanted to get approval from his wife. A light that knows the signal from her husband. He nodded his head.

"Come on Pa! We know Rasya for decades. Give her trust, as a friend of Papa's daughter!" Kafka is back.

"Alright, but remember don't come home late at night okay!"

The car drove away from the home of an elite foreign-style.

"We're going to the restaurant?"

Rasya smiled faintly and said. "Later to know!"

...***...

The couple is holding hands. Sometimes they laugh and shake their heads.

"There's ninjas!" The woman smiled sinisterly looking at the all-black woman.

Harjunot clenched his hand because someone had chided his wife. The man wanted to step over to the woman who had insulted his wife. Fitri quickly hugged her husband's arm. So as not to get emotional and make a fuss.

"Release Fit! Such a man should be taught a lesson" he said, trying to shake off his wife's hand.

"Prophey Mas! Do not easily emotional. Just think about what's going to happen. If Mas Arjunot, scold him. The problem is that we are now in the general public. I don't want to, other people looking at you who don't!"

"Tap Fit—" Not to mention Harjunot finished talking. Fitri immediately cut it. " No but-button of Mas! If only a person could see how much a person is being insulted, but he chose to be silent. It's possible that people will choose silence rather than serving it" he said softly.

"There are some facts about how to pray. A wronged person is afflicted by Allah! Then you will ask the Lord, at which time the prayer you offer will most likely be given soon! This happened to me tonight" The two of them went back for a walk around the house. Because that night they were taking the time to go to the night market.

"All I ask is our wish!"

Harjunot frowned because he did not understand what Fitri meant.

"I mean Fit?"

"The presence of a new family in the midst of both of us! Don't you want to be a parent?"

Harjunot stopped his steps because of his wife's reply.

"Of course, so you pray to God, that we may quickly be blessed with offspring?"

Fitri nodded his head.

'Bagaima I can cherish her love. If he's this good. All will pass, the wrong love will be lost. And sincere love will remain. As I love my wife' Inner Harjunot.

...***...

"What's right, let's come here?" Arsy just got out of the car. I asked as if I could not believe it. If his best friend takes him to a place like that night.

"Yes, we eat here. A lot of food menu, if you want to play bianglala can also," he said while holding out his cellphone from his pants pocket.

"I guess, we're going to dinner at a five-star restaurant. Why, what the hell is this called?" crocos Arsy because of what he expected. Not worth the reality he had to get.

"Night market!"

"Why not at the restaurant? A lot of times, yes. Just walk push. There is no ethics!" Arsy.

"There is no Tiffu ethic! If it were not this crowded, the system would be different! This Sunday night, everyone would like to enjoy being with the people he loves. I don't know if it's a young man dating. Or parents who want to make their children happy play some rides."

"Why not just duafan? There they can also explore some rides. And the place is more promising!"

"Not everyone can go to Dufan Tiffu. It could be due to economic factors. Make them choose the night market, which does not need to buy tickets to enter!"

"But the quality is more trustworthy in Dufan, Sya!"

"Middle people down, rarely think about quality. The more quality he has to spend. If in Dufan, five hundred thousand can only explore one toy. Here only twenty thousand have been able to choose one vehicle."

"It turns out they prefer quantity over quality. People think that what is important can be a lot. But his quality doesn't guarantee his safety." Arsy sneers.

"Do you think if the price is expensive quality okay?"

"Of course it is!"

"I say something else, there is a cheap one but the quality is good. Even this stuff, it can be more durable than. Goods are expensive, but the quality is not necessarily guaranteed!"

"That's not from logic. But from the feeling, the logic is yes. Something that is well thought out will produce a good product, decent preservation and not like this item/product. Before making things or anything. They've designed it first, they've arranged it in detail. Then they can guarantee if the quality of this item is okay!"

"Do I need to set an example for you?"

"Please!"

"A tailor A sews clothes thinking about the quality, a day is just one. While tailor B must get ten, this is for example! So which is quality? So mana—" Not yet Arsy finished his speech there was someone who called him.

"Daddy Arsy!" The call made Arsy turn his body around. To see who called him.

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