The Step Sister of Tiri

100. Bring me dinner

Class is over, Kinan is getting ready to go home. Her mother had already sent her a message to go home soon if the class was over. The girl rushed to her car. Not yet in the car, the phone in the bag rang.

There's a call coming in from a new number. Kinan was hesitant at first, but was afraid if it was pentinh. He immediately picked it up.

“Halo, assalamualaikum,” says Kinan.

“Waalaikumsalam, where are you going? Why is it such a hurry?” ask the person across. From his voice he was sure it was Hanif, but from where did the man know his number?

“Mama ask me to come home soon, sir. At home there is Kak Vienna.”

“I told you before, call me Mas, when we're both."

Kinan hit his head slowly. He forgot about it, but would be very embarrassed to call out like that. The girl also felt impolite if she had to call such a lecturer.

“But now I'm still in the campus environment, so it's only legal if I call like that.” Kinan tried to defend himself.

“We're talking over the phone. No one is watching, so you should call me Mas. No bargaining,” said Hanif firmly.

Kinan spoke as he continued to continue his steps. It seems that the lecturer does have a coercive attitude. Not only in teaching, everyday life is like that. Forced he would have to obey her otherwise, Hanif would definitely bother him.

“Iya, Mas. I want to go home, at home Mama is waiting,” Kinan said with a hold of annoyance. It made Hanif who was across from smile.

“Be careful driving it. Later tonight get ready, I'll pick you up for dinner outside. Assalamualaikum.”

Hanif immediately turned off the phone because he did not want to hear Kinan's refusal. Next to her car, the girl swore several times. Once the forcible is always forcing.

“Waalaikumsalam, indeed the basis of forcers. Who wants to have dinner with him, it's good. Mending eating at home,” grumbled Kinan as he entered his car. Even so, unknowingly the girl imagined what kind of dinner would happen later.

In the evening, Kinan prepared to have dinner with Hanif. Although his mouth repeatedly refused, but his body and heart actually carried out the orders of his lecturer. The girl wanted to be angry at herself. It could be obeying the desire of the forced man.

“Ngapain try me and and like this to go with him. No, no, I don't want to go with him. I'd better change my clothes.”

Kinan walked towards the closet and picked up some casual clothes. Instead of wearing, the girl was carrying a shirt sitting on the edge of the bed. His heart and mind were out of step, so he was confused himself. Kinan felt that his current body was not his true self as it was already out of control.

The room door was knocked on by someone from outside, making Kinan flinch from his daydream. He took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, and there was the mother there.

“You're ready apparently. Yes, come on! Hanif has come to pick you up. Mama thought you did not want to go, it was ready,” said Mama Aisyah while pulling her daughter's hand.

“Shortly, Ma. I'll take the bag first.”

Kinan went back to his room, put the clothes he had picked up on the bed and picked up his bag. If it was like this, he would have to go with the man. Hopefully it won't be a problem. Kinan is afraid that students or campus residents will see them together.

Hanif sat alone in the living room. Honestly she was afraid that Kinan would refuse to go with her because earlier when he called the girl, Hanif just closed the call, without waiting for a response from her. Not long after, there were footsteps coming from the stairs. The man automatically looked there.

At once his sight could not be sidetracked. This was not the first time she had seen Kinan dressed up like that. But tonight was special because she did everything for him. Hanif subconsciously pulled the corners of his lips together to form a smile.

“Don't be seen continue, later in love,” said Mama Aisyah slowly, disperse Kinan daydreams. Hanif who heard was also wrong. How not, from earlier his view could not be sidetracked.

“Nak Hanif, Kinan is ready, where are you going?” ask Mama Aisyah.

“You take a short walk, Aunt, all dinner.”

“Yes already, be careful! Remember don't go home too late.”

“Iya, Aunt. I say goodbye first, say my greetings the same Om,” said Hanif while kissing the back of Aisyah's hand followed by Kinan.

“Iya, later Aunt convey.”

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

Hanif and Kinan left the house immediately. The man opened the car door for his heart. The girl just kept quiet. Somehow he became nervous, but this was not the first time they had met. However, right now there was a special feeling that Kinan felt.

“Where do you want to eat?” ask Hanif on the way.

“I eat anything,” Kinan replied quietly, without looking towards Hanif.

“Later you can not protest, when you get to the place because you say it is up to me.”

Kinan frowned because he felt strange. However, he still nodded in agreement to Hanif's words. During this time he had also never been picky about food, so any food was fine for him.

Finally, the car that Hanif drove arrived at a shop on the beach. The man did not choose a fancy restaurant because for him, this place is more romantic with a view of the sea at night. He was sure Kinan must have never been to a place like this, just to eat and sure enough, the girl looked so happy.

“You know where a place like this comes from, sir? Here the place is comfortable and cool. Do you often go to places like this?" ask Kinan with a glowing face.

“How many times have I told you, if you're both don't call me Father. Later everyone who is here thinks I am your father.”

Kinan immediately closed his mouth because he felt wrong to speak.it was inevitable that there were some people staring at the two. Maybe as Hanif had said, they must have thought that the man he was with was his father.

"Come, let's find a seat!" bring Hanif.

"We sit in a place that can see the sea view only. Must be beautiful."

"Yes, come on, come with me!" take Hanif while holding Kinan's palm and bring him to find a seat. Without the man knowing, at this time Kinan's heart was not fine. The girl continued to look at her hand which was in Hanif's grasp.

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