TEARS OF WAITING

AMP Season 2 Part 68 All Married

All Married

Hadian looked at Nadia who was also looking at him with a serious look on her face.  

“Do you really love my son even if he is not from the same Mother?” The man's question made Nadia wonder, what question, this? His inner.

“Honestly, I'm not sure what I feel this love, but it doesn't matter who his parents are as long as he's nice to me.” Nadia answered straightforwardly. He does not want to lie because a lie will ensnare other lies.

Hadian nodded.

“You are ready to bear the burden, so wife and employee?”

“Why not? I will try it and if I can not afford it later on, I will choose one of them!”

“What do you choose?”

“It looks like I will choose to be wife only.”

“That means you won't demand divorce no matter what? Sebeb in my family, no divorce until now!”

“Good, but I can't promise that, because I'll see what the problem is.”

“Yes, I value you quite wisely!” said Hadian, he was at the same time Nadia's mobile phone rang, it was a call from her mother.  

Nadia asked Hadian for permission to take the call, and from across the phone Salima said she had reached Fauzan's apartment.

“Pak, sorry, so my arrival here also wants permission to receive my parents first at home. We will visit my Father's house tomorrow.”

“Why not tonight, invite your parents to dinner at home!” Hadian said he sat back in his chair.

“Alright then, I'll excuse you, sir. Thanks for the trust.” Nadia said politely as she stood up and bowed respectfully. Instantly Fauzan prevented by pointing one hand in front of Nadia.

She said, “If you were my wife, you wouldn't have to do this to Papa. Just say thank you, okay?”

Nadia nodded.

“Come!” fauzan said again while holding Nadia's hand and immediately came out from there. They walked across several rooms and office corridors feeling happy. Ignoring the whispers of the other servants who happened to see them.

Arriving at the parking lot, Fauzan said, “Phone your mother, we will come soon, after stopping by to buy food first, yes!”

“Ah, no need to buy food ... for what?”

“Yes, make our lunch, lah!”

They had a conversation after being in the car and Fauzan began to flee the vehicle at high speed. The location of his private apartment was closer to his father's office so that the travel time to get there could be faster.

“Usually, if you come everywhere it always brings food, really. It must be so now.”

“Masa, anyway? What is no fuss?”

“No! That's Mom's custom.”

“Bring food village, yes?”

“Yes. You've eaten, haven't you, Mother's cooking?”

“Yes, yes ever!” Fauzan said with a smile, occasionally he glanced at the girl beside him.

Nadia chose a feeling that is somehow called what such a feeling, different from when she and Antony had met her Mother and Father at home first.  

There is a sense of uneasiness, more alert but also joyful. There was no distress from his relationship with Fauzan later on, but, this man so gave off a sweet and warm taste in each of their meetings.  

“See, it's them!” fauzan said when they arrived and he pulled the car over deftly right on the side of the travel car used by Nadia's parents.

Nadia got off quickly from the vehicle without waiting for Fauzan to open the door, leaving the man disappointed that he wanted to show her how considerate and affectionate he was in the presence of Salima and Maulana.

“This is true, isn't your home, Son Zan? So big!” salima said after shaking hands with Fauzan and Nadia.

“Oh, this isn't all my home, Mom! How are you, Mom and Dad, healthy?” fauzan.

“Sehat, Alhamdulillah.”Maulana and Salima answered almost simultaneously.

Fauzan walked first while carrying several bags of goods issued by a travel driver from Nadia village.  

They simultaneously entered the elevator and when arriving at the floor of the room where Nadia lived, Fauzan just explained how the concept of an apartment building, which became home to dozens of residents in one building.

“Well, will you bring food!” nadia said as soon as they got inside, she opened one of the big bags she thought contained food and, that's right.

“Iya, lah, take. Let it later if we want to eat you do not have to bother cooking, right, you work!”

“My book, best in the world!” nadia said while splashing in her mother's arms again, even though in the yard, she had hugged her mother was full of longing after a few weeks did not meet.  

“Eh, how, your shirt, Nad? Are you healed?” ask Maulana. The man who often escorted Nadia to control treatment to the hospital while Nadia's shoulder was still injured.

“Alhamdulillah, already cured, sir!” nadia said firmly, she did not want to see her father was too worried about her.

Nadia again arranged the food that Salima brought on the table, assisted by a domestic assistant provided by Fauzan to accompany Nadia during the apartment. When they finished, they had lunch together.

Nadia sat next to her mother while Fauzan was next to Maulana. Sometimes they talk light things while spending food on their plate.

“Papa invite Mother and Father to dinner, as well as our acquaintance Pak with Papa, have you never met?” fauzan said after spending a very special lunch for him because he likes Salima-style cuisine. He also eats well.

“Oh, Contacts only, yes. I thought you wanted to get married!” maulana said in response to Fauzan's words, wiping her mouth with a tissue.

“Bapak, what the hell?” sahut Nadia misbehaved, she was not ready for it, let alone her joyous feelings on Fauzan appeared not so long ago, the strange swish in the corner of her heart was still new and could not be said love. Is it natural that they get married right away, it doesn't feel like it, does it?

“Yes. From the same Father Mother keeps going back and forth Sukabumi—Jakarta. You will ask again for your Father to come here, all of you. Later, if you want a party, then we will hold it at home,” said Maulana again.

“Sorry, Sir. It should be from our side who came there, but Nadia who asked Father and Mother to come here.” Fauzan.

“Ah, Mother also did Dateng here, really, want to know the situation of Nadia, if she can not freely come to the village, must wait for leave first, yes, right?” Salima.

Nadia nodded.

“Yes, already, later tonight I will pick up Mom and Dad,” Fauzan said.

“No need, there is Nadia, I have rented the travel car for two days.” Maulana.

“Two days, Sir. Ih really, really, Nadia is still missing!”

“Yes, the plan is just to see you while it .. turn over the gift from the Madam, because Nadia refused to fight with Arfan!” Maulana.

“Iya, Nadia, all in the travel car. In the back seat, deliberately stored there so as not to be damaged,” said Salima.

“Should have been the same father Mother does not need to return all that, would I want to propose Nadia later. Let's just say it's a gift from me,” Fauzan said.

“Yes can not, will be different intentions and goals Madam, unless the Madam herself who said that, then we, also Nadia, deserve it, so, it's true!” Maulana.

“But, Pak—“ said Fauzan, but disconnected.

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