The brothers?!
Move over
Bund, must yes dilla follow.
Why sweetheart? you don't like.askan rukmana felt her daughter objected.
not that bund, just so far from the place dilla ngajar.. if gini forced dong dila kudu wake up early again.
Rukmana heaved a sigh of relief, his daughter objected not because of her marriage but because of a place far from the scope of work dila.
Come on baby, mommy wants us to stay together again.guy rukmana, make dila have to give up.
A week later.
Dilla was the last one to move into the new residence. Because he chose to move after Mid Tes finished so as not to hassle
He saw and reconfirmed the address his mother had given him. Slowly he approached the post there, he entered the password code and the gate opened automatically. Dila also walked around to her suitcase.
Many trees and flowers around the main road that Dila honestly did not like it. Dila is not like most girls who like beauty, precisely the beauty of a moment. Along the way he grumbled, why the front fence is so far from the main house, in his heart he promised he would protest to his father.
30 Minutes on foot while groping his suitcase with a pouty face. And finally he arrived right in front of a luxurious building.
Dila was standing in front of a luxurious house or rather a mansion. Dilla frowned, thinking that his father was not only a Professor in the field of Archaeology, then how the man named Hakim Al Farhat could have a mansion like this. Who exactly is the father.
Dila still silently stood staring at the luxurious mansion before him with her frown furrowed and her hands still tightly holding onto her suitcase.
Suddenly a car stopped in the yard and a young man who was none other than Arsyad, his third brother was now standing next to him while paying attention to what he saw.
Why don't you go on deck. asked Arsyad.
Mas, what's his work dad? why should we stay in this crazy place.
Serem???. Not that girls are usually happy with fancy things.
Which girl do you mean?!... How many girls do you know...?? dila's cold. Honest dila does not like to be equated.
Arsyad could not answer. He is not a bad person, but he is also a normal man, of course he had a relationship with several women but certainly did not last long because Arsyad is not the type of man who likes to spoil his partner.
At first he thought his sister would jump for joy but he was even treated to an upset face.
Udah ayok, mother must have been waiting, said Arsyad to divert the conversation and take over the suitcase in the hand of dila and bring his sister into the mansion. Dila stared intently at the back of the Arsyad field.
God, my fate will be the same as when I live with my father. Dear God, please keep me away from all the fans of your handsome creation. Make them never recognize me. Dila prayer in the heart, then he lazily stepped into the mansion following Arshad who had already entered first.
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Assalamualaikum.
mmm??? kok deserted.
Assalamualaikum.
Salam wa'alaikum.
Mother where is mas...? dila cuek
I think the mother is still in the boutique deh dek.yau yuk mas delivery to your room, you must be tired, said Arsyad. Dilla nodded and followed Arsyad towards her room.
This is your room, In front of your room there is a room mas Arman, Trus at the end of Ardhan's room, in your room'ng this mas room and next to the room mas arman's room Arya. If Dad's room is on the 1st floor, explained Arsyad, Dilla just nodded and went into his room.
He looked around, his room was so spacious that it was even wider than the room he had in his casanova father's house. Because tired of being dragged his suitcase to the corner of the room then he opened his shoes and put his bag to any place and then he climbed into his bed that can sleep 4 people, then Dila fell asleep and quickly. Really Dila is not only tired physically also tired brain. Until so nempel pillow Dila directly brought to the dream world.
