The Sigadis Narcissistic Eggplant Garden
Part 47's
Now a luxurious black car has stopped in front of a building that is no less luxurious, Firdaus who saw Miftah was still asleep even slowly waking him up.
"Mifs... Mif... Comeup! we have come to this," Firdaus said as he slapped his hand softly.
Miftah who heard Firdaus's voice began to try to open her eyes that felt very heavy.
"Yes Kaka... What's up?" he asked with a raucous voice and rubbed his eyes many times while looking at the window.
Firdaus only chuckled when he saw the expression of Miftah which he thought was very entertaining.
"We - we've - until - so - we - have - can - come down - okay?" firdaus replied broken - broken.
"Where to? where are we going, huh? Miftah forgot about it," he said, covering his mouth that was yawning with his palm.
"You must have missed 'cause you just woke up! yes already out later you will know for yourself, but before that you copotin first headset and give back to me do not forget the phone all together." he responded by opening the car door and then walking to the back door to help Miftah get out.
After Miftah got out of the car and handed the two objects to him Firdaus also told two bodyguards who were standing on the doorstep to come to him.
"What's the boss?" ask the bodyguard one named sekar while the bodyguard two named Rangga.
"I want you to keep my car in the trunk and you Rangga help you lift the suitcase behind the trunk of the car and put it in front of the door of the room no three upstairs" he explained .
"Every boss," their response then rushed to carry out what had been ordered, Miftah until surprised made.
"This house is like a star hotel until there is a bodyguard everything," his inner.
"Okay, my Queen, let us enter so that you may meet your mother and father-in-law" he asked, and they began to walk together, the maid who saw the arrival of Firdaus immediately rushed to open the door for her.
"Welcome young master, I'm sure the one next to you must be young miss." she and Firdaus simply cleared their throat.
Where are my mom and dad? are they inside?" tanyakanya.
"There are young masters, they are now in the guest room as usual to watch the tivi," he replied, bowing politely and guiding them to where they were being spoken.
"Assalamualaikum... Ma's... Firdaus has gone home," he said, which makes the focus of the couple so turn to look at them.
"Firdaus!" exclaimed the mother while rising from her seat as well as her husband.
"Wa'alaikum salam.." replied the father whose palm was now being kissed by Paradise after first kissing the back of the hand of the mother three times while being pushed back, back, and back, Miftah just followed him and then stood up again while aligning herself with Paradise.
"God's Masya... This is the girl you talk about a lot?" ask your mom as if she were untrustworthy.
"I talked? the feeling I never talk about it except mama and papa who started first," his mind did not accept the words of his mother.
With a sense of laziness Firdaus also answered rather than hit by firecrackers the papa.
"Yes ma... His name is Miftahul Jannah" he said.
"Subhanallah... Her name is great! very suitable with a very beautiful and sweet person," praised the happy mother and immediately invited them to sit on the sofa after turning off the tivi to focus on talking.
Miftah who gets such praise is only trying to cover the hue that is on her cheeks.
"Yes my... The new ghost candidate was praised so that his cheeks were red," said the papa helped disturb Miftah.
"That's pa... Ma's... Don't be... His Miftah also arrived, '" warned Firdaus.
"Yes - yes... There is a concern like this," the mother seduced while blinking one eye at Firdaus and Miftah just smiled happily because it was like feeling the warmth of his family back then.
"Would you if at home he said he likes to plant eggplants huh?" mama asked, starting the conversation.
"Lho... How do you call her madam? call mama yes... In any case, soon you will be legitimate to be the mother's daughter-in-law." pinta the mother while patting Miftah's arm gently.
"I - yes ma," Miftah's response was slightly stamped - brick.
"It's been... No need to be so awkward... Mama is so because she has never felt the feeling of having a daughter so she feels very happy with your presence," explained the father.
"Oh... So that's it" Miftah's response is now trying to adjust.
"Yes later you will definitely mind a little because mama will like to invite you to cook together in the kitchen or go shopping" said the mother with a big smile.
"Miftah doesn't mind at all... Even Miftah was very happy because she could feel the presence of Mama Miftah who had lost," she said feeling overwhelmed and happy with the hospitality of mama Firdaus whose excitement was very similar to her mother.
He remembered first when he was still sitting in the SD bench, every day his mother always asked to be accompanied by cooking because the father only wanted to eat dishes that were formulated directly from the hands of his wife.
Not infrequently sometimes when returning home from school the mother wants to invite Miftah to accompany her shopping but Miftah always never had time because after school he had to rest for a while to go to teach with his friend later.
Not infrequently he more often went on a bike with his SD friends than had to be delivered by motorcycle by a security guard because if he went by bicycle to the place of teaching it can make it so all of you play and joke around laughing with your friends as they share stories.
"Why are you talking about why?" asked the mother while waving her hand in front of Miftah's face to make her surprised.
"Eh! yes sorry ma... Miftah was daydreaming," he said while enduring the embarrassment.
"Udah no papa... Don't be so tense... Relax if you are the same mom... Later do not tense like that again well." said the mama calm him.
"Alright mom," Miftah responded while presenting her sweetest smile as a sign of affection.
"Did you like cooking too?" ask my mom to make sure.
"Like to ma too! but Miftah is less expert.." to be honest.
"No important father can and will learn! you will be the wife of your son so you will teach you to cook Firdaus favorite food so that he can be more happy with you" said the mother with a light laugh.
"Mama," rebuked Firdaus.
"Casual aja Firdaus... I just want to teach Miftah to be a good wife to her husband... Can't it, right?" said the mother while looking deeply at Paradise.
"Can... But right - "firdaus had not finished his words his mother immediately pulled Miftah's hand to be invited to cook together in the kitchen.
"Mifs... Come accompany mama to cook for lunch together," he and Miftah just nodded in agreement and then rose from his seat.
"Oh my goodness, mama... Miftah has just arrived... Cook it directly with cooking! he must be tired" wondered Firdaus who was inexhaustible with the attitude of his mother who was very easy to accept the presence of people he had never known before.
"Byeah! why anyway? are you tired, dear?" ask my mom while smiling at her.
"Hahaha, no mama... Precisely Miftah was already a lot of sleep, automatically no need to rest again." he replied that suddenly made the smile of the mother so widened.
"That's right! Miftah doesn't mind at all so... We go first... Don't be angry, baby... Borrow your candidate for a moment, okay... Not going to mama chopped up like a vegetable coke," the mama and Firdaus seductive only able to exhale rough while folding both hands under the chest.
"Mama kedapur used to be the same as the prospective ghost... Darling drugs... Papa's drug." said his mother one last time while waving cheerfully before actually going from before them to start cooking.
"As for mama," his response then began to rise to move his legs to his room so that he could rest because his back felt very sore and very want to be laid down comfortably on his soft mattress.
"Where are you going Firdaus?" ask the father because he feels bad to be left alone.
"Firdaus rest is pa... What else does Firdaus do?" answer's lethargic.
"Well... Though papa still wants to talk to you," the response of the disappointed papa.
"Later to pa... If there is more time... Because now Firdaus was really tired so had to lie down first before the azan reverberated later," he explained and the papa just nodded while saying "yes already... Then you just rest there," the papa's response understood.
"Thank you pa... Then Firdaus permission to leave the room first well pa.." he said.
"Alright," the response of the papa was short and without wasting time Paradise immediately rushed to his room located upstairs.
