Village Girl Journey
The Part 29
Fahmi's residence, the man in the black shirt was staring at himself in front of the mirror. Looking at himself whether his appearance is good, neat or handsome he continues to comb every inch of his body in front of the mirror afraid that there is something left.
Yes today precisely Saturday afternoon at five o'clock he was neat and fragrant to pick up the lover invite him out more precisely the first date at night huh! because it was the first time Yolanda was invited out he wanted this time, whether the wind from where usually the lover always rejects him when invited out at night because only one is learning.
Although Fahmi often invites other friends to join the lover still refused because of the reason for that one, But at this time the god is supporting Fahmi's desire not hard he begged again or reasoned what else.
Triiii!
Tone calls into Fahmi's flat screen, he immediately realized from his daydream and took the flat object and lifted it.
"Emmm.. Hello baby, are you ready yet?" asked Fahmi with his sweetest smile.
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"You know I'm OTW there. Wait for me okay!" sela Fahmi again agreed.
He hurried and took his motorbike key on the nightstand beside the bed. Fahmi passed out of the room with a pretty charming appearance also cool and fragrant of course.
The two-wheeled vehicle is already stanbay in the garage of the Sport bike house! he is a vehicle commonly used for racing, Fahmi again has his new motorbike after the vehicle he replaced with the current one.
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The afternoon road is quite densely colored Saturday afternoon more precisely Sunday night, vehicles that pass - the more busy afternoon.
Fahmi rode his iron horse quite fast because he did not want the lover to wait for him any longer, his happy mood could not hide with whatever sweet smile he published so beautifully.
Fahmi is aware of his mistakes that often damage girls with responsibility. Now he does not want to do it after hearing Inara contain his seeds because of his own carelessness, even so Fahmi does not want his son to experience or do acts like himself.
From now on and on Fahmi is determined and promises himself not to do that again, He will learn to love and take care of his lover, Yolanda Martha, the girl of the adam.
It doesn't feel like it's getting to the destination right outside the gate, Fahmi got down from his iron horse and set foot inside he intended to ask permission first to his two lover's parents.He wanted to learn and wanted to familiarize himself with his family, who knows Yolanda Fahmi's last girlfriend or can be called his soul mate.
However, a moment Fahmi pegged when he found Yolanda was ready to be home and awaited the arrival of Fahmi. Yolanda waved her hand and walked towards her beloved person.
"Till come on!" Yolanda greeted as she swayed spoiled in Fahmi's arms.
"New baby! Where are your parents who are lonely" asked Fahmi curious because his house looks lonely.
"Good papa me out of town baby, so I can be free tonight, I'm happy bangeeeet" replied Yolanda girly.
"You've asked permission yet? if I haven't come home yet" asked Fahmi back.
"Udah dong, bi Asih also know" Yolanda pouted by Fahmi's speech just now because she said she wanted to go back if she could not get permission.
"Yes ayook! madly hunted" Yolanda pulled Fahmi's arm out of the gate to where Fahmi's motorbike was parked.
'Hahh, thankfully I don't know what else. Can you tell Papa knows I'm out and lying to him! his struggle also wants to be the same malmingan you from last week' Inner Yolanda stared at Fahmi's back.
"Why bengong baby, ayok grip" said Fahmi told.
"Ishh yes yes bawel" by obeying holding.
Finally they drove to the agreed destination, the streets at night were quite crowded and stuck. Yolanda was patient and withstood the cold of the weather tonight, she was wearing only topless jeans and a thin cardigan-covered top, he occasionally rubbed his palms to relieve the coldness that entered his skin.
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While elsewhere in the city of bogor in a small but very comfortable home, there are pregnant women who are watching tv while watching selonjoran. She was a strong woman even though her parents kicked her out she could not forever cry over it all better to forget it and open a new page with her baby later.
Yes, she is Inara Ramdhania, a strong and gentle woman who is watching her favorite comedy television show. He giggled to himself staring at the flat screen in front of him with a laughter that did not stop until he held his distended stomach.
"Aww. babe why kick mom so hard! are you laughing too?" inara asked her stomach which was constantly moving.
"Emm like this mother's child is nagging ya?" ask her again and gently caress her.
Tiii!
One notification went into the Inara Gaway, he turned to the sofa with the sound from there. He took it and opened the massager from an account called Al-Kara.
Al-Karaπ© [Night, have you slept?]
The content of the message was his intention Inara wanted to reply but he said, he thought back if he was friends again with his name male or related whatever he was afraid of the mass is often repeated. it is enough he is made as it is now by people who according to Inara will take care of him but ill-fated, speech is only speech not with his promise.
The rectangular screen Inara put back to where she did not want to be in touch anymore even though it was just an ordinary friend. He now realizes his happiness is not enough to have a companion to life only the presence of the child he was carrying had felt enough of the word happy even though he was accidentally present and growing healthy until now and the content it has entered the third trimester.
One day he will also get his soul mate, because of course his soul mate has been arranged. Because this world is a place to pair a partner no one alone except he who rejects his own soul mate. Inara does not deny what kind of person who will accept himself sincerely he will accept it also with a sense of happiness. But for now he does not want to open his heart or make friends with anyone because he has a real friend who really loves him sincerely.
"Emm, let's just call grandpa son! we ask how?" exclaim Inara by returning to take her gaway. Because her contact number is at the top of Inara directly clicking it to the call.
Tut's... Tut's... Tut's...
[Hallo... Who?]
The call is connected but it is not the voice of Mr Bagas but the voice of the woman may be equivalent to Inara's mother, Is he his wife Mr Bagas?
[Hallo... Is there anyone?]
"I-iya hello, I'm sorry to interrupt" Inara replied hesitantly and stammered that she was interrupting because of the night of the call.
Clik..
The connection was cut off from the side of course from there, Inara felt embarrassed and afraid Pak Bagas' wife thought he was his affair. "Did Mr. Bagas not tell his wife about me, maybe, Ah, your grandfather's big liar, son?!" he slightly stroked his stomach and sighed.
"Yeah, Ayaaaah, Ayaaaah! Come here" Teriaj Alma's mother to the husband.
Mr. Vino rushed into the room to meet his wife who was shouting to call herself very loud and booming.
"Yeah Mother, why do you listen to me" said the husband and then sat on the bed against his wife.
Alma's mother looked at her husband with an angry look and a flash of disappointment whether what made her husband forget the old land was still itching, keeping the woman's number out there. Ibau Alma was angry when she got the call on her husband's device just now.
"Try this explain yaah" he said coldly while throwing the device in front of the husband.
"Oh Mother kirain what" Mr. Vino dizzy he walked towards the door and closed also lock it and he sat back in front of the wife facing him.
"Just tell me who he is? this night just call to disturb" as well again with a chest cross.
"Wouldn't Mother be disappointed after hearing it, Dad also long ago wanted to tell Mother! Emm--"
"Just tell me, there's no need to worry about me!" his wife said coldly.
"Ishh listen first, this is not an affair or whatever he is just a woman who father helps" he stopped pausing and sighed "stop don't interrupt me yet finished saying. Okay!"
Alma's mother complied and listened carefully because she was not a woman or wife who bar every no problem always solved with a cool head and deliberated as it is today.
The husband told Inara's problems from A to Z nothing he added or he closed it cover he gambalang tell until it was finished.
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I'm sorry that gajeπ helped support.
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