So TKW
Section 21
"Ro'uf, you're disrespectful. Quickly go to your room" madam glared, her eyes almost popping out of her petals. Hihi. guramin you Abdul Ro'uf, finally caught also the same madam Adeeba.
"And you, yes, Noorah. Why are you laughing. Is there anything funny, huh?" he asked me back. Instantly I was silent. I also wanted to answer confused, even though I finally shook my head.
"Was it often so at home, if there was no me huh Noorah?" I quickly nodded. Let her brother know her naughty behavior. It's possible that he threw his sister out of this house as punishment, amen...
'Rasain let me know your taste Abdul Ro'uf'
"Huh," madam passed towards her sister's room. The door to the guest room was repeated many times.
Heck, Tok, Tok!
"Ro'uf, open the door, quickly" before long his sister's head was nilly behind the door. Following Madam's husband, Mr. Khabeer was also present, he came from the direction of his room.
"Darling, you startled me who was asleep." he approached his wife in astonishment. Rarely was Adeeba madam angry and screaming. Unusually.
"Maap, baby. I just want to talk to Ro'uf." madam explained.
"What's the problem?" mr. Khabeer's forehead is wrinkled. Perhaps because she saw her husband was surprised and disturbed. Madam then held her husband's shoulder and signaled for him to come closer. Then whispered in his ear. Mr. Khabeer glared then looked back at his sister-in-law.
My sister doesn't seem to care and
ignoring them. It was evident that he had simply passed into his room and was about to close the door. Before it was stopped by Adeeba's madam hand.
"Wait a minute, I'm not done yet. We need to talk.
The two of them came in and chatted in the room. And it seems to speak a bit seriously. It sounded all the way to the kitchen, albeit vaguely.
Yes, let Ro'uf be taught a lesson.
If examined more deeply, the family of Abdul Ro'uf is among the family who are quite well-known in this city, still a close relative of the kingdom, his own father was an employee in the sharia government of the city of Thaif. So he and the whole family must cover the law without exception and must maintain an attitude and avoid things that are not commendable. Although Arabs rarely gossip and gossip, it is still not good for the family and can destroy the image of his father Madam Adeeba.
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"Oh, are you done changing my son's diaper?"
"Yes, madam" I put the former diapers in a crackle bag and then threw it away.
"Yes Noorah, go with Ro'uf" I stared at the madam, not understanding.
"Where?" many wonder.
"You'll find out later"
"Then, Oomar?"
"Hey, aren't you the nanny. You khan can take her with you"
"Hm, okay..."
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Are you ready, Noah?" Abdul Ro'uf was waiting at the exit.
I nodded in agreement. Intentionally Oomar I carried it, not carrying it in a baby basket. Ribet and weight because the small Oomar has entered five months, automatically bbnya also go up.
When we entered the elevator, there were only three of us. There's no one else. Even in the parking lot. I doubt whether to go in and sit in front with Abdul Ro'uf or not.
"Hey, are you going to stay there, huh?" he glanced behind the windshield.
I opened the side car door immediately.
"I'm not your driver, ya Noorah. Sit in front" he ordered. Deg.
