Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

74. Kiara's been asked by someone?

"Budheeee .. The man is old, he may not be straying. Lha wong Kiara could only find her own way, she did not."

Budhe Rahma exhaled a rough breath. No, it's not a matter of young or old, male or female. But the thing is, Habibie has never been here. This was the first time he went out alone. If it was Budhe Rahma, he would also be confused, all roads look the same as if they forgot to rest on the ground or not.

"Thou son, Kia. He's your husband, what if he strays to the Pine forest, gets bitten by a rattlesnake and just finds out what you feel."

"Budheee~~!" Kiara held the female shoulder in front of her. "The rattling switch is in the desert, not in the garden. Also bad Budhe ikh, kayak kayak's swearing-in time, Kia aduin yes Pakdhe."

"Ishhhh, you're too much Kia."

Budhe Rahma left Kiara in a bad mood. Yes, even though Budhe was upset with Habibie, but that does not mean they can punish the man in this way. Habibie is also human, it is appropriate to humanize humans.

Kiara turned her head towards the road, there was a sense of worry that struck, but she did not care. Habibie is a man, look at his stomach, the man has made his stomach swollen like that, the time of being bitten by a snake just lost.

"That's .. mending a shower."

Meanwhile, elsewhere, the person being talked about by Budhe Rahma was desperately trying to carry two large sacks of tea shoots on his back. A huge sweat flooded his handsome face, the man's knees were already shaking as he had not had breakfast either.

"MasyaAllah. Good, strong, and Kang Habibie. I'll take you to Ustadz Risyam's boarding school." The tea-picking mothers smiled feeling very happy because Habibie wanted to help her.

"That guy's a city guy, huh? Is her husband the pretty Eneng?"

Habibie nodded in his fatigue. The man replied but he was too tired, indeed the burden on his back did not mean much, but since there was no intake to his body, he felt very weak.

"deliver ... Working in Dubai, right? Like my son? You see, the beautiful Eneng has been here for a long time but Akang just appeared. But yes Kang, Akang is lucky to have the beautiful Eneng, besides being good, he is also loyal to Akang."

Habibie frowned, Kiara is indeed as good as that, on the wild cats only she loved, especially to her neighbors. However, how could they say that Kiara is loyal.

"Benere Kang. Yes, Bi Edoh ever heard that Mr. Kades asked Ummi Rahma to mate Neng Kia with his son."

"What?" cengo Habibie's. The sacks on his back until he fell so shocked he was at that time. "My wife is pregnant, Mom. How can I like that?"

The mothers shook their heads. They also do not understand, his son Mr. Kades has long been widowed, "Said Mr. Kades buy one free one, Kang."

"My wife was a discount, ma'am. Astagfirullah!"

The mothers nodded. They lifted the sacks again and put them on Habibie's back, the transport car was not far, they were almost there.

"Maybe Mr. Kades keblinger, Kang. I'm also surprised, can't marry a woman who's pregnant."

Habibie took a deep breath. The man was sorry for already letting Kiara go from his side. Habibie should have realized earlier so that something like this did not happen.

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"Alhamdulillah .. thanks Kang. We go home first, Akang already nyampe pesantren. Next time be careful! Don't stray anymore."

"I also thank you, Mom. Sorry for the trouble."

"Assynnya!"

"Wa'alaikumssalam," said the person from within. "Well, come home too, sir. Budheeee!" shout Kiara. "Sir Habibie didn't get bitten by a rattlesnake."

"Alhamdulillah!" Ummi Rahma. His face was no longer sad. Ummi is happy because Habibie is not so lost.

"Budhe doain I was bitten by a snake?" habibie asked with a sad face. His facial water shows that Habibie is very sad at the moment. He tried to apologize and promised not to repeat his mistake again. But apparently it was not enough to make everyone forgive him.

"Yes Allah .. There is no Son Abi. The boy likes to talk. Where is Abi from? Enter yuk! Not eating pan? Budhe cooks a lot."

Kiara snorted, the woman looked at the husband with her eyes pinched. Hearts ask for heart. I am grateful for the place to live, now even want to take the attention of Budhe Rahma.

"Why frowning?" ask Risyam.

"Wa'alaikumssalam," Kiara was irritated. "More and more."

Hehe ... Risyam scratched her non-itchy nape, she said a greeting and Kiara replied back. The man walked over, looking at Kiara's dim face like a bulb without electricity.

"That's as happy as it is," Risyam said, making Kiara more delirious.

"I'm angry Risham. Another sprain."

Risyam chuckles. She knew Kiara was angry, but this woman was too cute if her face was bent like this. "What's so angry about why?"

The two of them chatted, Risyam also led Kiara to go inside so that the woman could sit on a comfortable chair.

"Look!" angry Kiara. "The old man took Budhe's affection. Budhe shouldn't be okay with him, brother. I don't want to be questioned anymore. Enough of my dad to be like that."

Risyam nodded. The man understood what worries Kiara felt. However, Kiara also did not know that the one who has always sent food is father and mother. Risyam had suggested that everything be made transparent. But Amzar refused, fearing that if Kiara knew the truth, Kiara would not accept all the gifts from her.

"Near!" Risham pulls Kiara's hand. The man looked at his cousin's sister's face. "I'm sorry if I was rude. Try to think carefully, Brother Habibie has hurt you a lot, but you also still love him very much, right?"

Kiara was silent, the woman did not answer and preferred to be quiet.

"You see, you who have a father, still feel lonely because you feel your father does not care about you. What about the child in your womb, huh? He will accept the impact if you step wrong. Habibie promised not to hurt you again."

"But, Brother---!"

"Kiara~~"

The woman turned her head, not since when Habibie had been near her.

"Mas promised, I will never waste you again. Mas ever wrong, mas please, pardon mas ya .. it's up to you to be prepared like what mas same. I'm not going to get angry, mas ridho, honey. But you want to go back to our house. If you don't want to go back to the old house, we buy a new house, hmm?"