The Love Story of Two Countries

Chapter 67

The Mutia family residence

" Sir, there's no shit at home either..." Said Sharif, who was holding his sleeping daughter.

" Yes Rif, but how else would your sister be married and she have to go with her husband, by the way what about you yourself would you not want to find a mother for your child?'' Said mother.

'' O yes Rif you introduce same neng Mila.., she's a good girl pity she's been since childhood left her parents .''

'' Yes sir, Sharif often saw him when he came home from the fields, what is with his sir?''

'' Aren't you interested in Mila Rif...''

'' It's true that she's a good girl, but somehow many don't like her?'' Mutia's mother said.

'' But sir, ma'am does she want to be as widower as me and already have one child.'' Sharif lethargic.

'' Do you hesitate because you hear the people around you talking about Mila?'' Ask Mr. Mutia.

'' If indeed matchmaking Syarif thank sir, yes already Sharif to the room first Mom pity my son has already slept.''

'' Yes, bring it in.'' Sharif carried his son to the room and laid him on the bed.

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" Well, according to you, mom actually likes Mila, she's a good kid and she's beautiful, but why do people like to mock."

" Look tomorrow ma'am, it's night now let's go to sleep..!'' Take Mr. Mutia.

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" Dear, is it still bosen too." Daniel asked while driving his car home.

There was no answer from Mutia until Daniel saw that Mutia was asleep due to fatigue when she went shopping in the mall.

" Dear to sleep apparently..." Daniel stroked Mutia's hair slowly.

Not long after the car driven by Daniel to the parking apartment.

" She...have we arrived?" Mutia slowly rubbed her eyes.

" Gak ah mas must also be tired, yes let's go!"

" Yes, baby...."

Daniel and Mutia had planned that tomorrow would return to the grandma mansion because they were always asked when to return to the mansion.

" Don't you make me drink?"

" Dear, white water." Mutia walks into the kitchen to get her husband a drink.

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A girl is struggling with the dough that is being kneaded, well she is Kamila an orphan girl who lives alone in her hut.

Many slanted news that circulated if Kamila or commonly called Mila was the son of an unlucky bearer, everyone who befriended him must have been unlucky.

I don't know who first spread the rumor. Every day Kamila had to sell her cakes around from village to village which did not believe that she was the unlucky carrier girl like people say.

The flashback

" Kid Mila, what is the cake is still mother asked me to gather ten thousand yah..!" Said Mutia's mother who had just returned from the Sharif store.

" Mom, just a minute, Mom..!" Mila started taking the cakes one by one into the plastic.

" Aren't you afraid of being unlucky to buy my same cake?" Kamila asked suddenly while thrusting the package of cake.

" Mom does not believe all that neng, all that happens is the will of Allah SWT.

" Thank you for your trust, ma'am, here's the cake I hope you like."

" Yes, then excuse me." Mila just nodded and smiled.

" Thank God, there are still people who believe in me in my own village."

Flashback off