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Furqon Quadrate
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On Sunday afternoon Intan visited Kristin's salon, when they came to see Kristin serving a male customer.
"Aathif dear" Nancy is a gleaming man who works at the salon, approaching them. She takes Aathif from her sling and invites him to play.
"Hi In" said Kristin, who is still busy with customers.
"Wait a little while. Awkwardly," continued Kristin
"So continue, I wait inside ya" Intan entered the special room of the employee .
As Intan passed through a special customer room, Intan saw Furqon sitting struggling with his phone.
Intan did not dare to say hello.
"Mother Aathif" Nancy's withering voice stopped Diamond's hand that was about to open the door.
"Mother's son why? kok Nangis" Intan takes over Aathif who cries in Nancy's arms.
The incident distracted Furqon. He furrowed his brows, looking at the girl Intan whom he had once come to his house.
Turns out he's married Furqon murmured. There was discomfort in his heart.
Intan looked at Furqon at a glance and smiled while nodding his head. Then Intan passed into the room.
after 10 minutes Kristin came into the room.
"Hello handsome, how are you? " Kristin grabbed Aathif who was crawling, and kissed her.
"Mamak didn't come with In? " ask Kristin while sitting next to Intan
"Momak again there's a cook call. "Intan stands taking drinking water from the dispenser.
"I'm out for a moment" Kristin prepared to open the door
"where? "
"tu" Kristin pointed outside with her chin.
"There are newlyweds again special care. " Kristin came out holding Aathif
Intan also knows who the newlyweds mean. He breathed heavily. Then he followed Kristin out.
Intan saw Furqon still sitting on the chair.
Intan spread his gaze throughout the room.
"Who's day? " tanya Furqon looked at Intan.
"Eh.ee it's Kristin's voice" Intan answered a little nervously.
"Tu his people went inside" Furqon pointed at the room behind him.
Not yet headed for the room, Kristin was out.
"mas Furqon is not usually waiting for someone's wife? " ask Kristin.
"Well, how else" Furqon answered shrugging her shoulders, putting her phone in her front pants pocket.
"Eh mas, introduce this Intan temen me" continued Kristin pulled the ladder Intan to get closer.
"Yes we already know" Furqon replied casually
Kristin was a little surprised
"Couldn't you? " he asked astonished
"2 weeks ago he strayed into my house" Furqon replied again
Intan opened his eyes.
Kristin looked at Intan full of probing.
"I'm not wrong. Mbak Dewi who gave an address. "intan protest
Kristin turns to seeing Furqon just like seeing Intan.
"It is not necessary to discuss" Furqon shifted the debate to Aathif.
" Well, what's his name, bro? tanya Furqon played Aathif's hand that Kristin was holding.
"My name is Aathif om" Kristin voiced the voice of a child.
"How many this month? " ask Furqon again
"How many months is this? " Kristin asked Intan.
"10 months.here I'm carrying" Intan was about to take Aathif but rejected Kristin.
"Enak aja, just also jerknya. I kept talking to you guys, I went ahead to eat pesen"
"Say we will eat in front" protested Intan
"We'll eat together in the future, let me buy it" Furqon interjected
"It's coming soon too" Furqon replied
"It has been so" said Kristin enthusiastically.
They walked out of the salon
going to the restaurant in front of Kristin's salon. The place is very comfortable and the food is also good.
"Sorry bro I just came" a man came to them at the door of the salon
"Say 30 minutes.It's been 1 hour. Tuh bini lo in dalem. I live first" Furqon
"okay thanks bro. Wait, whose son is Kris? " ask the man
"My son is my fat man" replied Kristin
"pregnant with your cat. I haven't seen a child in 2 weeks" the man mocked Kristin
"Enak. " Kristin hit the guy on the shoulder.
"Ni Intan's mother's son" Kristin pointed to Intan who was next to her.
"Crano? " ask the man
"It's not Intan bini lo. but my intan temen, it's the guy" Kristin
"Yes I also know keles. people he just I cooked directly nongol baby. Or. "the man glanced at Furqon in full search.
"This bro? " the man asked while looking at Furqon. And Furqon just nodded languidly.
The man whispered to Furqon
"It turns out he already has people" the man smiled mockingly and Furqon hit him on the shoulder.
The two of them laughed, while Intan and Kristin stared in confusion.
"What the hell you guys are not clear" said Kristin while rolling her eyeballs.
"He. he's.. Ah men's business" the man also paid to enter the salon.
Furqon Intan and Kristin who were holding Aathif walked towards the restaurant across the street. Kristin found a small place, so that she could put Aathif who could not stand still.
They eat with a different menu. Intan with tomyam, Kristin with rib soup, and Furqon with oxtail soup. Not to forget Intan ordered pudding and rice porridge for Aathif, his son was now ready to snack and eat so now he looks fat and healthy.
"Dad Aathif didn't come? " the opening question from Furqon turned Intan's face into a moody and tense one. Furqon just stared at Intan's astonishment with Intan's expression and silence.
"Don't talk about it, it doesn't matter" Kristin melted the mood.
"Oh yes mas, newlyweds when to honeymoon? whither? " continued Kristin.
"It was the day after tomorrow, to Europe" Furqon replied as he looked at the waitress who arranged the food on their table.
"Well, did Furqon not come? " ask Kristin again and in reply to Furqon's crisp laughter.
"So I was there to make it a mosquito repellent? "
Kristin laughed instead.
Intan who was feeding Aathif felt astonished. If Kak Furqon does not follow who is the inner honeymoon Intan.
"Enak is a rich artist mbak Intan. The honeymoon is paid for. Furqon When did Furqon come up with the square? " ask Kristin and prepare the rice in her mouth
Intan turned his head towards Furqon, and it just so happened that Furqon also saw Intan. Their views met, and it was as if the magnets were meeting 2 different poles, mutually attracting.
They stared at each other for a long time. Kristin who saw the scene smiled, and purposely let her.
"Nda. nda. nda.. "Aathif's voice disperse them and make them misbehavior.
"Mother's son wants mam..mam again? here's the same aunt" tease Kristin
Intan who held in shame made her cheeks blush. Then he fed Aathif with his porridge.
"Ehem.. wah mas Furqon want to follow the Furqon square? " Kristin chuckles to herself. Furqon only glared at Kristin.
They continued eating them with little chatter and a sense of awkwardness. Furqon occasionally played with Aathif, and hugged him.
Intan remembered the clothes on Furqon's lap the other day
"Sister Furqon, the clothes that I washed yesterday, want to return not yet had time. Sorry" Intan ventured
"Oh, no papa do not have to wear it. anyways it is also never used the same that has" replied Furqon
"But the word mbak Heni is expensive you know kak" continued Intan began to relax
"Yes This, Furqon ni mas all his clothes are also expensive sluggish no one is cheap like us. What kind of clothes can Furqon love the same clothes you tan? "
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