Miss Coollant Mr. Sangkang
36. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE

"Bhy, is Mama bothering you?"

Lady Damiyati approached her busy son with some files in front of him. Arbhy turned to his mother.

A smile rose on her lips, "Mama, what's wrong?" ask Arbhy.

The man stopped his activities in honor of his mother. Let her mother sit in the chair next to her. Arbhy waits for what his mother wants to talk about.

"What is your brother talking about right, son?" asked Madame Damiyati softly.

Arbhy frowned feeling astonished.

"I mean Mama?"

"Ck, don't pretend to be stupid or pretend to forget!" sergeant Arbhy's mother was upset.

Arbhy chuckled at the sound of a crack coming out of his mother's mouth.

"Is Mama curious now?" asked Arbhy, twitching one eye.

Plaque.

"Don't beat around the bush, Arbhy Yahya! Mama asked seriously. Is it true, you like a girl?" ask Damiyati seriously.

Huh! Can't stand it anymore. Arbhy nodded in confirming. The look on Madame Damiyati's face sparkled.

"What's that girl like?" sue Mrs Damiyati to ask her son to tell her.

"She's so beautiful and sweet" Arbhy smiled.

"really?" Mrs Damiyati looked excited.

"Yes. Very beautiful and also fierce," kekeh Arbhy continued his story.

"Then what makes you like him, if he's fierce?" Madam Damiyati frowned in surprise.

"Yes, because he's fierce, Ma. Arbhy felt challenged to get it."

"Is it just because of that?" ask Mrs Damiyati to investigate.

"of course. Arbhy prefers fierce girls who are charming. Rather than a girl who seems cheap," Arbhy explained.

"Do you have a picture of her?" ask the curious Lady Damiyati.

"Of course." Arbhy firmly replied.

"Try showing it to Mama. Mama wants to see it!"

Lady Damiyati extended her hand in front of her son. Arbhy smiled at his mother's impatience. Without hesitation, the man pulled out his phone.

"Here you look, Ma. She's very sweet, isn't she?"

Arbhy shows a picture of him with Zafia taken remotely.

"You guys going on a date?" Lady Damiyati asked a question that made Arbhy smile.

"What do our mama think we're doing? We just saw the view of the pier. That was after dinner. Is that a date?" kekeh Arbhy.

"Ck, just admit 'yes' what's hard, anyway?" Madam Damiyati grumbled in annoyance.

Arbhy laughed again at his mother's words.

"He's very sweet. Is he really as fierce as you say?"

Lady Damiyati seems to have no confidence in her son. Because according to his judgment, the photo of the girl Arbhy showed showed showed no signs of a fierce woman.

"Mmm, I don't know. I'm actually not too sure. But ...."

"But, why?" mrs Damiyati asked in astonishment.

Huh! Arbhy told his mother. How was the meeting with Zafia. The lady Damiyati who was listening was made to gape in disbelief. Sometimes the mother of Arbhy laughed. Exactly when Arbhy tells how Zafia slapped him. Not to mention the call that Zafia pinned on him.

"So, that girl called you 'Miss Master', is that it?" asked Madame Damiyati while holding back her laughter.

"But you like it, don't you?" god Lady Damiyati.

"Don't tease me like that!" rajuk Arbhy's.

As big as Arbhy at this time, even though his age is fairly mature. The man was spoiled to his mother.

"Mama doesn't tease you. Mom just wanted to make it clear. Do you really like it?" ask Mrs Damiyati.

Arbhy nodded without hesitation.

"Then, go after it!" mrs Damiyati said with a smile, her hands gently patting her son's cheek.

Arbhy is going after Zafia. Like getting a breath of fresh air, when he heard his mother's words.

"Did Mama give me permission to make her a wife?" asked Arbhy with hopeful eyes.

"No!" mrs Damiyati said outside Arbhy's expectations.

"Why did Mama tell me to go after her?" asked Arbhy with a look of annoyance.

"For anything else? Yes, obviously so you will fight. You think making a girl's daughter a wife is easy?" hardik Mistress Damiyati nagging.

"I mean Mama?" Arbhy did not understand what his mother meant.

"It takes a lot of sacrifice Mr. Arbhy! You need to be worthy first. Improve your skills and prove it. If you deserve to be her husband. Marriage is not enough just to be worthy. But, you must be truly capable in all areas.

"All problems will inevitably come to be a trigger in one's relationship. Are you able and able to finish it off with a cool head, later?"

Arbhy was stunned to hear the curses from his mother. Much has not been understood by him. Somehow to understand his mother's intentions and words.

"I promised him, Ma. I'm going to build a castle that he dreams of. And when I meet him again. I'll make sure if I already have a lot of savings to guarantee his life, someday."

Arbhy spoke so innocently in front of his mother. Madam Damiyati shook her head. Not thinking of his son's way of thinking.

"You are indeed the son of Lord Abraham Arabica!" damiyati Gerrutu.

"The blood of his arrogance even flows to you. Why isn't the soft side you're copying? Why should his vanity side decline on you! Gosh."

Arbhy could only scratch his head which suddenly felt itchy.

"Where do I know, Ma. Didn't you guys make me. Maybe you didn't have time to pray while doing it. So that I descended from Papa's arrogant nature," said Arbhy without thinking first.

Lady Damiyati widened her eyes to look at her son.

"Jeez, Arbhy! What did you just talk to Mom? You're really disrespectful, yeah!" hardik Mrs Damiyati.

"Sorry, Ma. Release," Arbhy grimaced with a face.

Madame Damiyati massaged her chest several times. I don't know what sins she and her husband had committed. Having a son like this. Sometimes without filters.

"Just a second!" suddenly Madame Damiyati frowned.

Something seems to be stuck.

"So what did you say? Making castle? Enough savings? Whatdoes thatmean? Did the girl ask you to give all that to her?" sneak Madame Damiyati with a sharp look.

Arbhy could guess, it seemed like his mother had misinterpreted the meaning of his words. Quickly he shook his head while moving both hands in front of his chest.

"It's not like that, Ma! Mama misunderstood. It's not him who asked for it." Arbhy firmly denied it.

"Then?"

Arbhy explained to his mother. About his conversation with Zafia. About what the girl dreamed. What wish. What kind of home is her dream. Everything Arbhy told his mother.

"So it's all your own initiative to do it?" lady Damiyati asked her son.

Arbhy nodded in confirming. Madam Damiyati could only sigh. I don't know why his son was so sure of his choice. As a mother, Lady Damiyati could only wish her son the best. Arbhy Yahya Arabica's.

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