Sagaras

Sagaras
The Part 31


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"No need, there is already you" said Sagara.


Aisyah who was about to go down until it did not become because the handsome young man's answer felt strange and tickled in his ears until it felt like he had to look around to understand more.


"What do you mean?" ask Aisyah.


"Hem, I don't need sugar. The orange must be sweet." Sagara gave an answer while rubbing his own nape.


Although not sure, Aisyah nodded and then got off the four-wheeled vehicle. He walked slowly to the orange ice shop to order three cups of fresh drinks with their own taste.


"Excuse me, Mum. I want to buy three yes," said Aisyah who immediately told me how she wanted to do it herself, Mother and Sagara, the three turned out to have their own likes although the same goal is to cool the throat.


One by one in the making of the Ice Orange until the three have changed hands on Aisyah, the woman immediately paid for it and returned to the car with a plastic wrap in red.


"It's Mom's, it's mine and it's Sagara's" Aisyah said in the car and handed out her drink.


"This is yours-," repeated Aisyah because the drink has not been received by Sagara.


"My mountain--, yours too, how?"


Uhuk.


Aisyah who was shocked was increasingly made shocked by the cough of Mother who was quite hard.


"Mom, I'm fine, Aisyah take a drink of water first," said the veiled woman who panicked.


"Engga, Son. Mother is okay," said Mother who felt it could not be honest if she was shocked to hear Sagara's words.


While the embarrassed young man was now cursing his own mouth that could not be guarded when dealing with Aisyah, Sagara seems to be unable to control his tongue to praise Aisyah who is believed to be beautiful Sagara like an angel of heaven. It was evident from the level of Mas Fatih who was also above the average figure as an adult man among him.


The journey continues until entering the second spilled market area, conditions that are not too crowded make Sagara can drive his car still at medium speed even though it must falter several times because the vehicle that comes in and out of the market area.


"It's noon, yes" said Aisyah, this is completely unexpected. If you are with the Father enough 60 minutes to reach the house Nyati Warsih but with Sagara time during that time in fact nothing at all.


"Yes, if not hunted we can find a roadside mosque yes," replied the same mother restless.


Aisyah who takes a rough breath wants to intimidate Sagara with her eyes firmly through the rearview mirror but that of course she paused because it is prohibited if done intentionally because there is no any bond with the handsome young man who is still casually turning the steering wheel of the car.


Until it did not feel the melodious voice of the callers of His Servants was heard, and it immediately made Mother ask Sagara to pull over.


"here, Mom?" ask Sagara.


"Yes, just stay here, son."


Sagara just nodded, he parked his car in front of the roadside Mosque.


All three were down and immediately carried out their respective obligations for approximately 30 minutes.


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Another in another B town is also in the capital where papa Zico comes to the main house with a sluggish look.


"Why, Dud?" ask the water while giggling to yourself.


"Well, elo his father why is he the same as me? if lo nanyain Si Tutut just," said Water sneered.


"Where?" ask Zico again with a limp look.


"Still it too, we fight yuk??!"


Zico who saw Young Master Rahardian was only able to roll his eyes lazy until the Unclenya came, who else if not Reza.


"Zi--, when are you here?"


"Busan Uncle, where do you want Sagara?" ask Zico again, he knew that the Elephant army not only protects the Rahardian family but all that concerns his Mommy family.


"New mother's house" said Reza who nudged his eldest son.


Zico's forehead frowned because the Widow did not know anything, unlike Reza who had a magic basin.


While Air laughed at the expression of his cousin who was confused, the distance between Sagara and his papa now did make the young man reluctant to tell anything he felt.


If you are angry, when forgiven everything will return to how it was, but different if the feeling is a sense of disappointment, can forgive but can not give an opportunity to repeat everything to be beautiful as before. And that's Sagara, the boy who was neglected when his world collapsed due to the death of the Heart of the House.


"What's the "new mom? who has a new mom?" zico asked curiously, as she remembered, The Mommy had not told her anything.


"Not a new mama, maybe more precisely Sagara has a female figure that can give him a sense of comfort like his mother," explained Reza while rubbing the back of the nephew who is still at home even determined to remain alone.


"So you have a girlfriend?"


"CALON WIFE," said the Elephant and Crocodile crybaby together.


The kanget Zico was certainly immediately stunned to not believe, but he had to believe because what came out of the mouth of the great lord Rahardian was the truth.


"Masa? High School has not graduated, did you already have a wife?" kekeh Zico still thinks everything he hears is a joke.


"Indeed why? if you're ready, that's okay" Reza said.


"Sister also married early in college, until this second is safe, isn't it?" said Air while glancing at his papa.


"What is important is to be able to pee straight, Kak Ay," ledek Reza on his eldest son who was married young at the age of not even 20 years.


"Yes but who's his future wife?"


"That's it, the woman who broke Sagara in the accident," Reza replied and it left Zico again shocked.


He knows, he knows, the woman in the Uncleenya mean is a girl who works as a teacher in kindergarten that can be sure both are different ages are quite decent, namely 4-5 years. It all seems to repeat his love story that also loves the figure of Aluna who is much more mature than him.


"Don't worry, if they're a match you can do what?" ledek Reza again.


"Let me ask Sagara later when he comes home," said Zico who suddenly fretted.


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Not sure if the kids want to go home...