Love From Mas Duda
The Cemara Fashion Family BPJS

"WHAT!"

Only then did Wafa know the meaning of Grietta's desire. The cute girl looked shocked to hear the explanation from Bian

"Pak Bian—" said Wafa.

Bian shrugged his shoulders. Grietta looks sad knowing that Wafa will reject her wishes. Seeing the sad face of the little girl, Wafa made no heart. Her heart was so soft that it could not see Grietta's sadness.

"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim" said Wafa in his heart.

"Griettaa. Brother will kiss your cheeks like your friend's parents. But, kiss her cheek over, yeah. Can, no?" Wafa. "So, Papi you used to kiss this smooth cheek of yours, then only Brother!" wafa continued to negotiate.

Grietta looked at her father's face. Then, look at his friend who was spoiled by his parents. Then, the little girl looked back at her handsome father.

"Stt, how?" Wafa is a little funny. He asked again to make sure that Grietta agreed to his proposal.

The look in Grietta's eyes was like a sense of disapproval. It makes Wafa a little lethargic and weak because it is impossible for him to kiss Grietta's cheek together with Bian, which is indeed a 30-year-old man is not his mahram.

"Darling, don't be stubborn. Perhaps, according to Lord Sister Wafa, it is not permissible if Papi and Brother Wafa kiss you simultaneously. What if I just take turns?" Bian spoke up.

Hearing that, made Wafa breathe a sigh of relief. "yes, dear. I will keep my promise, really! Brother must have kissed you. Left-right, how?"

After thinking for a long time, Grietta smiled while nodding in agreement. Bian was so grateful to see his daughter smile again. He immediately kissed the two cheeks of his daughter with vigor. Followed by Wafa also kissing Grietta's cheek with her tenderness.

"Here you go, let's take a walk. Princess Papi, where are you going today?" Bian held his little daughter.

Grietta came back to think. Then, point towards the highway opposite to the direction of the way home.

"Um, where? Can't you just talk a little, son?" Bian was very impatient to hear the quiet voice of his daughter.

The five-year-old girl was immediately bowed. She felt sad because she felt her father force her. Seeing that, Wafa immediately interjected. "Grietta's going to the mall, is she? Want to play on the timezone?" tanyakanya.

Grietta nodded happily. Even Grietta was so excited when nodding. With a face like an arrogant person, Wafa showed Bian that his daughter was very obedient to him.

"You take Grietta in first. I'll call my assistant so he doesn't get confused looking for me later" Bian gave his daughter to Wafa.

"Yes, sir," replied Wafa obediently.

"Hello, I'm in front of the Grietta school. Don't wait for me and go back to the office. Today I would like to take my daughter for a walk with Miss Wafa" Bian called Zaka Yang.

"Oh, alright, Young Master. I'll go back to the office first. May your day and Young Miss be happy." said Zaka Yang.

Zaka Yang's call is indeed fickle. Sometimes called Bian as the young master and sometimes also called his master 'Pak'.

On the way, Grietta continued to smile happily in Wafa's lap. The little girl continued to rub Wafa's cheeks gently. While Wafa, he was telling the story of Cinderella whose book was indeed in the car they were driving. Grietta is very comfortable in Wafa's lap. Makes Bian, the father was amazed by his daughter.

"Why can Grietta welcome Miss Wafa? Normally, he would not easily be able to get close to a stranger," Inner Bian was still astonished.

"In fact, Grietta also gave the inheritance necklace. But, how do you want to be in a relationship with Miss Wafa? Our walls are too high." continued Bian inwardly.

After playing, they continued eating at Chinese food. Grietta and Bian are of Chinese descent, so it's no wonder they love Chinese food.

"Um, is it halal for me to eat here, sir? I mean, there's no pork?" tanya Wafa looked around the situation.

"You can eat what's not the pork. But as far as I know, here does not sell the meat," replied Bian, giving his menu.

Wafa looked at the menu first. If there is beef and chicken, if in the restaurant provides a pork menu, Wafa still can not eat it because it does not know how the place when cooking.

"What if there's pork? Shouldn't they also wash first when cooking another menu?" ask Bian.

"It's not so, Mr. Bian. If you really want to cook another menu, it would be nice to change the container or cooking utensils. It should not be used as an intermediate for halal and non-halal meat" explained Wafa.

"Is that halal?" ask Mr. Bian.

Understand if Bian does not understand. Because, it is rare for Bian's tomb outside like that. Bian and Grietta always eat home-cooked meals cooked by waiters.

"That halal meat, the meat that my Lord allowed me to eat, sir. His slaughter must also be in accordance with my religious law. But, for pork, blood, as well as mammals, it is strictly forbidden in my religion" explained Wafa carefully, afraid if misdelivering.

"Oh, so. It's hard too, yeah. But later if the waiters come, we just ask," Bian tried to understand the difference.

Not long after, waiters arrived. Without waiting for Wafa to ask, Bian first asked the waiters about the menu in the restaurant.

"Does this restaurant have a pork menu?" ask Bian.

"Oh, no, sir. There is only chicken and beef. There are others, and that's the goat. We are a Chinese food restaurant. But only provide from halal materials," replied the waiters.

Bian's eyes looked at Wafa. The 20-year-old girl also nodded in understanding. Then, order what he wants to eat. As is well known, Wafa ordered corn soup for Grietta.

"Where does she know that my daughter loves corn soup?" inner Bian.

"Grietta, besides corn soup, what else do you want? Just point. Papi will definitely buy you," whispered Wafa gently.

Grietta looked at her father. Then, point to the chocolate ice cream menu and also matcha flavor waffles. Bian stared intently. "What's? You want your teeth in trouble?" ketus Bian's.

Hearing that, the little girl immediately shrunk to hide her face into Wafa's body. The small hug was felt by Wafa and made him unbearable. Directly boldly, Wafa looked at Bian with an annoyed look. "Look, your daughter's scared, sir. Can't you just do it this time?" said it.

"You know how a child develops, Miss Wafa. You don't have a child yet. Grietta has often had a toothache because her caregiver who used to always give sweet foods," explained Bian with his arrogance.

Wafa sighed. "Huft, Mr. Bian. I don't have a child yet. But, did you forget—if I have a lot of foster children?"

"Bak, chocolate ice cream and waffle match each one, yes. Then, grilled chicken with its separated sauce. Others, just leave your own message. Thank you!" so upset, Wafa to throw his face to Bian.

"What?" inner Bian.

Unwilling to argue, Bian ordered what he was about to eat. Grietta looked delighted, hugging Wafa and kissing her cheeks in her arms. As if, saying if he was grateful to Wafa.