The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 13 Sweet Zen Action

After the death of her husband, Nuril served all the needs of Zen. Start eating until changing clothes. Although his son refused, Nuril remained adamant. She misses, misses chatting with the youngest.

Zen initially felt like a spoiled abege child, but gradually, he enjoyed the sweet treatment of the mother. Zen felt helped because Nuril accompanied all day, the wound on the head was still throbbing if he made a lot of sudden movements.

Nuril only wants Zen to be there for their silver wedding, the day after. And in this way, he tried to melt Zen's heart. Nuril knew the nod Zen was willing to go home during an argument with Ahmed was still half-hearted.

His efforts succeeded, today Zen is allowed to go home because the stitches have begun to dry up. Nuril was happy.

By noon, when the two had just arrived at Ahmed's residence.

"Hoy, Zen. Demen is very fighting for life, so a good child for mama, why is it difficult, anyway?" reprimand Zain, standing next to each other, leaning against the ladder, when he saw his sister coming home.

"Zayn! you should be happy and welcome your sister home, not scornful as such" Nuril said, glaring cynically at her eldest son.

Zen was just as grim as ever. He had thickened his ears with all the innuendo sentences that often mill around in this house and were addressed to him. Nothing to counter Zain's special reputation in Ahmed's eyes, even worsened his image so that Zen prefers to be relaxed.

"Hehe .. is not difficult, brother, but anu, young blood when Bang Haji says," Zen replied as he smiled at Zain, while the older brother only responded with a headband.

As he was heading to his room on the second floor, Zen found Ahmed sitting on the sofa of the living room while reading a business magazine. No matter how Ahmed treated him, he was still his parents. Zen chose to visit Ahmed first before boarding.

"Pa!" greet Zen, extend a hand for salim to Ahmed.

The middle-aged man was unmoved, not caring about his son's hand. Zen did not step back, he grabbed Ahmed's palm quickly and ran up the stairs.

Ahmed saw that Zen's attitude did not fade, he shook his head. "Not patient, wait, even maksa play serobot. There was no manners at all" grumbled Ahmed, continuing his reading.

"Don't salahin Zen just, he was waiting but you were nyuekin him," said Nuril, approaching to where Ahmed was sitting while carrying trays filled with coffee and light snacks.

"Keep on, defend on," Ahmed replied glancing at Nuril.

Nuril sighed, she momentarily looked at her husband.

"So yeah, Pa, tonight. Do not make your colleagues suspicious of our family conflicts," Nuril said, while again busy monitoring the progress of party decorations for Thanksgiving tonight.

After Maghrib, one by one the guests began to arrive. Zain had been neat with his parents standing up to greet colleagues at the end of the red carpet, in front there. Zen, prefers to go around looking at all the settings of the buffet table that presents various menus favorite of the mother.

The concept of the garden party, which was carried by the Ahmed family, seemed warm and romantic with flower strands hanging here and there. Zen painted a smile, suddenly his mind was fixed on Olivia's figure. Wedding decorations will be in this title, only for close relatives only.

Before long, the MC's voice sounded. The event opened with a prayer reading and the hope of the family as well as introducing their two sons.

Nuril searches for Zen among the crowd, and begins to fidget when Ahmed asks Zain to give them a welcome and a prayer.

Zen knew that Nuril was looking for him, he didn't want to disappoint Mama. Quietly, Zen stringed together many beautiful sentences for the lady and gave them to the host.

"Your son is a shame" Ahmed whispered to Nuril.

"Be quiet, Pa, she can't possibly disappoint me" Nuril replied, smiling at Ahmed.

The reader of the event, slowly read out all the contents of the message from Zen. "Mas Zen, asked me to read a beautiful sentence because he was worried that his makeup would fade," the MC invited the audience to the naughtiness.

"I'm so lucky to have parents like you. Raising isn't easy, and I'm so grateful for all the unconditional love and patience."

"No language can express a mother's strength, beauty and love for her children. Mama held our hands for a while, but the heart was forever adrift. If I knew what love means, it's because of you, Ma."

"Thank God for leaving me with your angel, Mama. I know I don't say it often enough but I love you .. and want you to know that how much you mean to me. Happy anniversary, Mom, Dad, I love you guys."

Just when the final sentence is finished, the floodlight leads to a single point. Zen stood in front of the ice sculpture in the shape of a pair of pigeons. He was holding a maroon-colored love balloon. Her lips curled up a charming smile while throwing the ki-ss movement away for the mama.

Cheering crowd over Zen's sweet action, made Nuril moved. He shed his tears and asked Zen to come closer as Nuril's hand span opened.

Applause of the guest accompanying Zen's steps, he climbed onto the mini podium and hugged all his family. Whether it's a show or whatever, Zen is happy.

After the sweet action of Ahmed's youngest son, the event was resumed. Zen chose to step aside for fear of his disgrace being exposed and embarrassed the mother.

When Zen was enjoying a dish on the private table, suddenly his phone rang. He grabbed the flat object from the pocket in the suit, seeing a na plastered there.

"Hello, Rey why?" ask Zen to his friend who often helps in the workshop.

"Zen, there was a girl yesterday whose name is what you are jujanin siomay debt results," kekeh Reyhan quipped Zen.

"Geez, find bonyok, lo. Oliv? why her?" reply Zen, as if forgetting something.

"Because he forgot. Oliv's bike is still here, how the hell, lo. He asked for the key. I'm looking for nothing, you're the nymph, right?" reyhan continued, seven times the daughter he was looking for the key but never met.

"Oh, yeah, it's the same with me. Uh, am I home now, what? you can't come here?" urged Zen, confused how to.

"somewhat can. Oliv went straight there, tomorrow. Hye!" said Reyhan closing the call without waiting for Zen to reply.

"Rey! Rey! the boy is looking for something .. duh, how is this, lest he know I am here. Can be berabe," complained Zen, grumbling. His head suddenly dizzy thinking of ways to make his true identity temporarily unknown.

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