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Nizam, who was still walking in the back position, turned his gaze toward his father who was sitting at the end of the sofa followed by Bu Zainiyah and Zizi.
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Then Nizam stepped on his feet towards the sofa as well, he sat next to his sister.
" Im sorry Papa Zam, because last night was emotional" said Pak Alkaf began the conversation.
" It's okay Pa, Nizam is also sorry. Nizam shouldn't make Papa Angry." replied Nizam while staring at his parents.
" For the matter that last night Papa handed over to you, Papa is unlikely to force Papa's will, while the person concerned is unwilling." Said Mr. Alkaf full of wisdom.
Yes, after last night Ms. Zainiyah entered her room, she tried to give understanding to her Husband, that the arranged marriage plan of her Son must indeed get approval from Nizam himself.
Because it could not all be done without Nizam's will, and finally after a long time the couple discussed the two agreed to submit the decision to Nizam.
" But Nizam has decided to try it out Pa" said Nizam, who made contact with the three people surprised because he felt unexpected by Nizam's statement.
Pak Alkaf and Bu Zainiyah and Zizi looked at each other, they were still digesting Nizam's Speech.
" Didn't Mama hear me wrong, son?" asked Ms. Zainiyah with teary eyes but she tried not to show it to everyone.
" Really Brother?" saut Zizi was also with her arid face while hugging her Brother from the side.
Nizam only greeted Mama and her sister with a nod, but had made everyone smile with relief.
Mr. Alkaf who had just been silent suddenly smiled as he approached his eldest son, then pulled Nizam's shoulder to stand equalizing their bodies.
The reflexive Nizam immediately followed his Papa's movements, and the two hugged a soft pat on Nizam's shoulder by the Papa, saying.
" Papa is proud of you, you were right in making this decision" said Mr. Alkaf as he let go of his embrace and returned to his original place.
" Nizam will do everything Ma, Pa as a form of Nizam's earnestness to try. but do not force Nizam to behave like others." Nizam told the two of them not to dispute the cold and insensitive nature of the women out there except the mother and sister.
" All right, this is over and we can make it happen quickly." Cetus Zizi who still wrestled spoiled in the hands of his brother.
It is very clear that the happy face of Bu Zainiyah and Pak Alkaf appeared this morning, because of his son's decision.
" Then Nizam left for Ma's office, Pa." Pamit Nizam greeted the two and gave a soft kiss on each of the middle-aged hands.
Mr. Alkaf and Bu Zainiyah just nodded slowly and said.
" Be careful, son."
" Be careful, brother, don't push the car" shouted Zizi with a crisp sound, Because the brother had passed from the room.
Nizam rushed out of the living room towards the garage where his car was prepared by Pak Harto as the driver of his family, who came in the morning and went home in the evening after his work was done.
" Harto sir, is my car finished cleaning?" asked Nizam who was still standing on the porch of the House while looking at the clock on his wrist.
" Young Master, this is the key."
Pak Harto replied while taking the key he kept in his pants pocket and giving it to his master's son.
Nizam grabbed the key and went to his car, he started the engine and then gased out of his yard.
Nizam drove his car at standard speed, in the car Nizam remembered something he had to do after his work was done.
After a few seconds the call was connected, and the voice across there responded.
" Hello Boss, are you coming to the Office today?" The voice sounded relaxed starting the conversation.
" Yes Ran, prepare all the files that I have to sign, as well as the accumulated income and expenditure this month from all branches. I want a detailed check."
Nizam said to his personal assistant who is also his secretary.
Nizam indeed refused Randy to find a secretary who tends to be interested by women. Because Nizam does not like women who work around him.
" Well my boss will prepare as per your order, is there anything else I should do?" ask Randy over there.
" No, that's enough because I'll be home a little early Ran, there are people I have to meet after work is done."
Nizam explained to his assistant.
" Ok Boss, then I'll hang up." Said Randy who also closed the telecommunications connection.
Hearing the disconnected phone he then put the flat object into his suit pocket, Nizam drove the car with a million thoughts raging in his brain.
" Maybe he can answer the anxiety that I am experiencing now, there is no harm in me asking for his opinion and advice."
Guman Nizam quietly in the car.
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At Mr. Anwar's house, the usual morning activities they do are shoulder to shoulder doing Homework. Nina who has the task of cleaning the house and yard, while Bu Aminah with her mandatory duty is cooking for her small family.
If Mr. Anwar is no longer allowed to do anything by his Son and Wife,
just rest and keep health so as not to drop again like yesterday.
Mr. Anwar who could not resist just sat casually in front of the House while looking at his pet chicken located across there.
Yes, since he could not be a shackle worker anymore, who demanded strong physical strength, Pak Anwar fiddled with keeping chickens, because he thought the activity did not require excessive physical energy,and all of that was agreed by Bu Aminah and Nina who felt as bored medicine because they always stayed at home.
In addition to hobbies with farming, Mr. Anwar is also diligent and tenacious in various things and the nature of that he handed down to the princess only wayangnya.
" Nin, you're not going to work, son?" asked Mr. Anwar while walking towards the chicken coop that Nina cleaned.
" Nina's in the afternoon Well, but later Nina's permission to leave early because she wants to meet Grandpa Mukti!" answer Nina
to Dad.
" Who's Grandpa Mukti Nak?" said Mr. Anwar a little surprised looking at Nina while feeding her chickens.
Seriate.....
Everyone is impatient, guys...
Be patient if Nizam's healing is still in progress.and explain it must take patience, Brother-Kakakqu...
Thanks for being loyal to my workππππ
WARM GREETINGS FROM ME
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