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206. Steven Om

"Nella!" which made Nella look up. The man immediately got out of his car, then scattered his embrace. "How's Om's beautiful nephew?"

"I'm good. Where the hell is it? How did it look?" Nella let go of her embrace, then looked at the man she called om. He is Steven, the younger brother of Sofyan after Nissa.

They met again after four months. Maybe as long as Nella's married.

"We go in the car first. Where are you going? Let Om interven."

"I'm going to Mas Rizky's office, Om."

"Rizky's your husband?"

"Yes." Yeah." Nella nodded. Then immediately entered the black car that had just opened the door by Steven.

"Om just got back from abroad. Forgive Om also .. because only now can we meet." Steven rubbed the top of Nella's hair slowly, then started the engine of her car and drove.

"Ah, it's common." Nella rolled her eyes lazily. "Indeed, all men are crazy about work, forgetting the same people who love them."

Steven immediately chuckled at the all-clear innuendo coming out of his nephew's mouth. For him it was common, because Nella did often talk like that. He never likes a man who is always busy with work and cell phones.

"Aren't you sorry, Om, Nell?" ask Steven. Seen the nephew was pouting.

"No ah, lazy." Nella turned her face away.

"Don't do it, dong. Om also called you. But your number isn't active."

"My number has been changed. But Om can ask Papa or Opa and Oma" he said.

"Ah yes, yes." Steven chuckles. His eyes immediately widened when he saw Nella's bulging stomach, he immediately touched his nephew's stomach. "You're a worm, Nell? Want to take you to the doctor?"

"Where are I worms!" Nella brushed off Steven's hand, not liking it for hearing his words. "I'm pregnant, Om."

Steven rolled his eyes back. "Seriously you?"

"Seriously, what a lie." Nella looked at me with a cynical look.

"You're pregnant anyway? He's not even married, Nell. Is he the grandfather of your son?"

"That's wrong om yourself. Who told you not to get married, to be old, too" he said.

Yes, the man sitting next to her was unmarried, even though his age was ripe.

"Why are you even guilty, Om? Match not the om who is shrewd."

"Om also blamed me for getting pregnant. Hamil isn't me setting up either and I'm happy" Nella replied resentfully.

Steven laughed. It's very sensitive Nella. Can't be joked. But it makes Steven even more anxious about him and want to ask him to joke again. "Hahaha .. yes, deh, sorry. But Om is young, Nell. Om don't want ah called grandpa with your son later."

"Continue what? Dede?"

"No, that's an insult. Baby calls Om, Dede."

"What does Om want to be called?"

"Sister."

"Sound, amit-amit. Where is there a big brother already so gray?" Nella chuckles as she points at Steven's black hair. "I just called Om Om Om, when my son called Om, Brother. Om crazy, huh?"

"Let it go, anyway? He's Opa Angga's first great-grandson." Steven was about to touch back his distended stomach, but Nella pulled over.

"Don't touch! He doesn't want to!"

"Ah, that's just a stingy you." Steven laughed again.

Before long the black car reached Rizky's office. Nella opened the car door and got off.

"Thank you, Om."

"Together." Steven was about to pull the gas, but his gaze immediately fell on a paper bag in his chair.

She forgot to give it to Nella, but she had brought it to her niece. Steven gets out of the car and chases Nella, before she walks into the office.

"Nellina! Wait up!" Steven managed to stop his steps right at the glass door of Rizky's office.

Nella. "Why, Om?"

"Here, Om has something for you." Steven gave Nella what she brought, and then opened it. "Actually Om wants to take it to your Papa. Uh, we'll meet. But it's good to be able to give it to you directly."

"What is this invitation to me, Om?"

"It's actually for Om. It's just a show with the family .. So Om invites you."

Steven's just like Nella, he loves to cook. It's just that the taste of the cuisine still loses far. Not as good as Nella's cooking.

"Well, thank you, Om!" Nella immediately hugged Steven's happy back. If you've talked about cooking—there are no more words other than happy.

"Are you happy, Nell?"

"Yes, I'm so happy, Om." Nella let go of the hug and then switched to hugging the white apron. "When's the way?"

Steven gave a smile, then gave a glimpse of his nephew. "Sunday, Om will ...." Steven's sentence hangs when suddenly there is someone pushing his body backwards. The man immediately gave his raw bogem to the left cheek without excuse.

Bugh!

"Berds*k once, you! Indiscriminate kissing people's wives!" strangle him loudly. His jaw looked so hard and both of his hands were clenched.

"Mas Rizky stop!" Nella pulled her husband's arm as he was about to punch Steven a second time.

"Why? You don't take it, Nell?" Rizky's voice was a bit high, but not to the point of yelling at his wife.

"He's Omku, Mas. About Steven!"

Rizky looked up, she remembered that name that Sofyan had once spoken. But unfortunately he never knew his face, so he misunderstood.

Rizky stepped forward, approaching Steven who was touching his left cheek that hurt.

"Om, I'm sorry. I didn't know that Om was Nella's Omnya" he regretted with a guilty face. Rizky admitted his actions were wrong, he was too emotional because he was jealous to see his wife kissed by people he did not know.

Nella noticed Rizky, the jealousy was clearly visible in her eyes and it made her heart feel warm. 'Was Rizky jealous?'

Rizky reached out her hand towards Steven, then was greeted immediately at the man. He smiles too.

"Om sorry too, yeah. If it makes you jealous." Steven can understand.

"Yes, Om. I forgave. But Om from now on can't kiss Nella, huh? Nella's my wife." Rizky let go of her hands, then grabbed Nella's shoulder.

Steven chuckles. "A little bit what a time, Riz," the god.

"Can't!" Rizky. Judging from the age, Steven is only far above it by a few years. It doesn't feel good to look at, if she kisses Nella even if she's just being frowned upon. "If you want to kiss my forehead, Om. Cheeks can also, just don't lip." Rizky pointed at his forehead and both cheeks, offering up.

"If that's the omnya who won't." Steven laughed so much with Rizky. "Yes, you're Reymond's friend, huh?"

"Om know Reymond? He's my friend."

"Yes, Om knows him. Hasheva ... Come home first, okay?" Steven looked at Nella. "Let's call you later, Nell."

Nella nodded. "Yes, Om. Thank you, huh?"

"Together." Steven smiled faintly, then passed away leaving them.

"Om Steven how old is he, Nell? It looks young."

"I don't know, Mom." Nella shakes. "There may be a Mas. But he's a little old."

"How old am I?"

"Don't ask me?" Nella frowned in surprise. "Do you know your own age?"

"I just want you to guess."

"Husband's museum is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes, but how much?"

Nella looked at Rizky's face, then cupped her cheeks together. "How much, huh?" Nella was silent for a moment, as if she was guessing. "Thirty maybe. Bener, right?"

"Fright!" Rizky kissed Nella's lips briefly. "Yasudah .. Now we have lunch together."

"Say I want to give you something, what is it, Mas?"

"Sepent ...." Rizky stopped her steps. His hand slowly reached into the pocket of the suit, then handed him a silver invitation paper.