Trapped in Love Razia Pak Police
The Part 50
No no no no
The sound of shoes rubbing against the outside of the room was accompanied by sounds that sounded familiar in his ears approaching the room.
"Tok... tok..."
The person inside was directly in the fog, exactly the girl.
"Mhhhh..." Ceisya immediately pushed the chest of the man's field to make him unwilling to let go of his activities with unwillingness.
"There's people... Om." tell the girl after managing to catch her breath.
"Ck!" the man snickered for the first time accompanied by his sour face. An elusan on his arm made the man unwillingly change his expression, let alone look at the shady face of his girl.
"Yes, yes." Lazily, the man moved away, moved his seat on the sofa far away from the bed.
Not long after that the door of the room opened revealed a couple who still look durable at the age of four heads. At Sister's tail behind her to check on Ceisya's situation.
"I'm sorry, honey. Mother had been to the cafeteria for a while, he said your father was hungry so eat a little while there." said Mother Nai as he approached.
"Yes, Mother, no pa-pa" replied the girl relaxed.
"Lohs... The zafran? When are you here?" faisal's father chirped as soon as he saw Zafran sitting his henchman on the sofa.
"Hehe. That's why Aunt asked me to take care of Ceisya." the man smiled back.
Faisal's father walked up to the sofa and sat down next to the man. They were seen chatting, talking quite warmly. Like I've known for a long time when this is the first time they chat so warmly.
"Om, how are you?" ask Zafran.
"Alhamdulillah, fine. How are you doing?" ask Faisal's father.
"Well, too, Om. Can we talk somewhere else? There's something I want to say." ask the man to the point. For him time is time that always revolves around its axis, therefore time will continue to rotate, from seconds to minutes, from minutes to hours, turning into days, months, years.
"Oh, yeah. Where's where?"
"In front of the hospital, Om. There is a cafe there. Can you?" the man asked offering.
"Can, can. Yasudah, let's go there now." The two men got up together. They say goodbye first.
After the departure of the nurse who examined Ceisya, the girl asked to sit on her bed leaning against the headboard.
It looks like Mother Nai who is so deftly peeling apples.
"You didn't pa-pa Mommy stayed?" ask Mommy to imitate.
"No pa-pa, Bun. Safe really." replied the girl while receiving the fruits that her mother had cut.
"Sounds like you're familiar?"
"Not really, Bun. It's ordinary even."
"That's just the Mother's estimate."
"Bun, Rizki's not here?" ask Ceisya on the sidelines eating pieces of apples.
"Mother said tomorrow he was studying for the first semester exam."
"Huumm. Yeah, too, Bun. Considering it's 12th grade."
The movement of Mother Nai's hand immediately stopped. The woman looked at the child full of questions. One thing he did not know was that Ceisya's memory had recovered.
"Darling... you??"
"Cheisya why, Bun?" asked Ceisya who couldn't help but smile.
"Remember you, honey?"
If this is how the girl might lie. After all lying is an act that can cause sin let alone deceive parents. It is certain that his sins will multiply.
"Hehe.." the girl only scoffed without sin.
"But, the doctor said?"
"Cheisya intentionally, Bun. To surprise.. yeayyyy!!" the girl laughed cheerfully.
The pair of eyes shed her tears.
"Eh! Uh... Mother, don't cry. Is Ceisya too much?" the girl looked guilty.
"No, Honey. Mother, Mother is only happy."
"Mother will pinch you, dear." Instead of pinching, Mother Nai instead hugged while giving a kiss in a row on the cheeks and forehead of Ceisya.
Gratitude left the woman speechless. He always said do'a.
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Unlike the two men, they were seen chatting lightly while accompanied by a glass of coffee.
"What do you want to say?" faisal's father asked back to the original topic.
Zafran put the cup on the table, the man slightly changed his sitting style.
"I'm sorry if you're so presumptuous of Om."
"Is it true Om will match Ceisya with another man??"
"That question. Hmmm. yes."
"Om, is Om's decision right?"
"God willing, the decision I made was right."
"But, Om."
"What's wrong?"
"I. I like the son of Om." the man looked down after saying. He was no longer able to lift his head. He cursed himself so rashly. But the paper has become ashes. The man can only hope that in the future it will get better.
"Who are you to like my son?"
Tuh kan's!
"If speaking to an older person, the head is raised. It's not polite the name!"
Sontak Zafran raised his head that had been bowed.
"I'm just a human being, Om. The one who was given the chance to see the world until now. I'm just a police officer defending the country from various threats." the man bluntly.
"I object if Om wants to match Om's son to another man. I really do mind, Om."
"What is the same thing with you?" Zafran looks nervous to see the other side of a friendly Faisal.
"I like the Om boy. Is that wrong, Om?"
Brave enough.Inner of a father of two children.
"Is this all you want to say? If so, you better just go home."
"Of! But, Om."
"What?"
"Before Om cancels that matchmaking then I will never leave."
"Well, I'll get out of here." Faisal's father got up from his seat preparing to leave the place.
"Of! I beg. Think again about that match. Let me propose to your son. I make sure his life will be guaranteed born and inner. I don't promise, Om. But, I will prove it. A real man promises but proves!" said the man stirred.
"But my son is young, I won't just give it away."
"I'll wait, Om."
"Waiting is long, boring."
"I'll never get bored, Om. I beg!"
Faisal's father smiled faintly. Just this time he saw there was a man who frankly said that. He saluted, proud, because there are still fighters in the future.
"Well wait!" Faisal's father passed.
"I mean Om?" the man stammered in disbelief. Not not not to understand but rather not want to argue alone.
"You understand! Don't forget to pay for the drink."
"Thank you very much, Om!" the man shouted happily. What dream was he last night. Not in vain to invite prospective in-laws to talk.
