IKHTIAR AKMAL LOVE
BONCHAP `ICA` 3

Already changed with training pants. I was wearing an ordinary shirt. And he was currently looking at the mango tree that was in front of him. Who else if not Rafiq's father.

Before going up to the tree. Rafiq's father turned his head back to look at all his family who were staring at him.

"Father's Spirit!" mama Jian clenched onto his two hands.

"Come Daddy! For the sake of my grandson!"

Rafiq's father flicked his mouth hearing the spirit from Akmal.

"If you can't! Mending is not just me. Let me buy a ripe one at the supermarket."

Akmal answered the words of the in-laws. "Just son Abi! Not want! Akmal wants to see you go up the mango tree!"

"For a long time you were insolent too, Mal!" rafiq's father looks anxious with Akmal.

Akmal smiled as he raised his two palms upwards. "For Dad! Not what Akmal meant by that."

"When do you want to eat mangoes if you keep talking like this?" mama Jian said.

"Yes-yes! Ok alright!"

Rafiq's father then began climbing a mango tree whose tree is not too high or low.

"Father's Spirit!" cyra.

Slowly but surely. Rafiq's father can also climb the mango tree, although with a slightly trembling leg.

"Dad! That one's Dad! That one over there is a big fruit!"

Trying to reach for the fruit that Akmal wants. Rafiq's father tried to extend his hand.

"ah! Got it!" rafiq's father finally got the mango.

"Catch Mal!"

Akmal is getting ready to catch the mango from below.

"Hap!" well it works guys. Akmal can capture the throwing of mangoes from his father perfectly.

"It is a great fruit" said lirih abi Rashid.

"Again Yah! The one next to him again. It looks old."

Rafiq's father turned his gaze towards the mango that was being pointed at by Akmal. Once more. The mango landed perfectly in Akmal's hands.

"This two is enough Mal. Let the others be old first. If it's ripe it'll be better to eat."

"One more Ma!" Akmal did not comply with the wishes of the mother.

"One more Dad! That one over there! I'm changing the branch to the left."

Following the aba-aba of Akmal. Rafiq's father saw the intended mango fruit. And it worked again.

After three mangoes were obtained. Rafiq's father slowly went downstairs by holding the gout in his waist.

"My waist hurts so much!" Rafiq's father massaged his waist.

"Well! Steady mango. Let's all go inside."

Everyone went straight into Rafiq's father's house again to see Rashid eating his mango.

After the mango fruit has been peeled clean and also cut into pieces, plus there is salt that has been mixed with cayenne pepper super spicy. Akmal was very impatient to see the abi eat it.

"Come Abi! Now Akmal wants to see Abi eat this!"

Akmal brought the mango closer to Abi Rashid. Abi Rashid had already swallowed his saliva since earlier because of the young mango that was in front of him.

"One thing's okay, isn't it, son? Abi's afraid of stomach pain."

"Yes okay. What's important is that Akmal has seen abi eating his mangoes."

Rafiq's father did not accept Akmal and Abi Rashid.

"Guard Mas to the younger," Abi Rashid tagged Rafiq's father.

"It's not fair ah! At least three pieces of dong!"

Akmal looked at Abi Rashid with a yes look! How else.

"Akmal couldn't help Abi," Akmal raised his two hands.

"Yes-yes alright! Three pieces." Abi Rashid resigned but slightly sulked.

Slowly Abi Rashid took the first cut of the young mango. Then he mix it into salt that has been mixed with cayenne pepper. Then he tried to eat it.

Hm! The eyes of everyone except Akmal were horrified to see Rashid eating the young mango. And you all know how abi Rashid's expression ate the young mango.

"Come Abi! Abi can do it!"

Akmal tried to encourage. But what happened. Abi Rashid immediately ran into the guest bathroom to spit it out.

Sour, salty, plus spicy taste, dominates the mouth of Rashid abi. And it doesn't taste very good.

Cyra was actually sorry to see the abi. But yeah! It was all done for the sake of his future son as well.

Akmal who saw the in-laws could not eat the young mango. He tried it himself.

You guys know what Akmal's expression is when he eats the young mango. He just relaxed like he did not feel the sour taste of mango. To make everyone who saw felt astonished with Akmal.

"Mother! Isn't it mango acid?"

Akmal shook his head. "No! Just try if Umi doesn't believe."

Cyra tried one. But it feels really sour. Until Cyra had to put him in the trash.

"It's so acidic Abu! Why did Abu say it wasn't sour!"

"No, no Umi. It's delicious! Even fresh tastes."

Mama Jian and umma Nada immediately looked at each other while shaking her head.

"Nak Akmal is really cravings. Such an acidic mango in the word is not acidic. Umma to gulp spit continues daritadi."

"Abi's stomach feels instantly bloated!" said Abi Rashid who had returned from the bathroom.

Akmal just put his shoulder together. He doesn't seem to care about what everyone says to him. The most important thing now is that he is enjoying the delicious young mango.

I watched Akmal enjoy the young mango. Suddenly one of the gatekeepers came into the house. It instantly turned everyone's eyes towards him.

"Mas Akmal! This is Mas Akmal's order. It was delivered to the courier."

"Oh yes Mang! thanks." thanks."

Mama just nodded politely. But when he will pass away. The mamang was immediately prevented by Akmal.

"Wait Mang!"

Mamang of course immediately stopped his footsteps. "Yes Mas Akmal."

Akmal then gave four servings of satay he bought to the mamang. "This is a satellite for mamang with other friends. Spend it."

The mamang took the satellite with a feeling of great pleasure. "Thank you Akmal. Thanks."

Akmal just nodded. After that the mamang immediately went back out to eat the satay with all his friends.

"You bought a lot of mal satay?'' mama Jian asked.

"Yes Ma! Purposefully. Akmal again wants to eat this satay," Akmal replied.

"Enjoy! Please dong readyin sate. Let's all eat together later. And get four packs for the aunts. Let them eat too."

Cyra nodded obediently to Akmal. After that, he went straight into the kitchen to prepare the satay and gave four packs to the aunts.

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