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Call Me Brother (COMEDY STORY)

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It seems that 24 hours is not enough to make the house conditioned. From morning to night the work was never finished.

“Ma, where's Papa's tie?” yelled, Raihan, my husband.

Having two children feels like three children, Since morning I have prepared all the needs of all three but still there is less.

“Ma, later in the afternoon do not forget there is an outbound meeting you know?” Naya's voice won't lose.

“Yes, Mama remembers,” I shouted at my eldest daughter as she rushed to the room looking for the tie that the father asked of my children.

“Papa it's like a child, a tie on the table alone is not visible.”

“Idih... Mama, early in the morning kok already angry.”

I saw the flickering eyes of the man flirting. I'm just smiling.

“Ma, where's my cow's eye egg?”

Look, I haven't finished helping put up his dad's tie yet. The bontot was already impatient for his mother to serve.

“Mama still helps Papa, Raisa.”

Every morning that happens. This self is like a rocker when talking. Shouting, Mother.

Today was an extra job. Motorcycles that are usually used to shuttle children, again serviced in a workshop, forced children to leave with their fathers. Meanwhile in Mas Raihan's office there were also important guests, so the man had to leave earlier than usual.

Home business demands to be cleaned up before leaving. Actually it could have been done later after coming home from school, but finally more work.

I'll take the three to the porch. Salim one-one.

“Oia, later Mama to school up what?”

“Tumben Papa really attention with Mama. I'm gonna have to pick up a friend who's on the street, Pa. Papa can pick you up later, can't he? if the important guest has gone away, Pa.”

Ordinary seduce little husband, in order to save money shopping.

“God, Ma, but if you can't. Mama can pesen car online just so it's good to bring two children.”

“Siap, Pa, but add money shopping huh?” The man only nodded because he would not be able to refuse his wife's request for what else to wear spoiled fashion. Mom berdaster's snapshot.

After the three left. Quickly fight in laundry and broom.

Before Resti picks up. The dressings should be okay. Even if you're at home. Appearance should be kept. Counting for the sake of maintaining moru’ah husband, because the evidence of the success of the husband is seen from how happy the wife.

[Sister Ristie, fifteen minutes to go, yeah. Don't wear it for long!]

A message came in from Resti. Ah, he really knows, from earlier I choose which clothes I want to wear. Meetings like this are usually used as a place for mothers to show their existence. All seen from the way of dressing, dressing, communicating, but still the brain must also be used so as to be found out which is real and which is imitation.

Coloring lips with a pink lipstick.Briday gift from husband. Not to forget before getting off the dresser, I said the ultimate mantra. “Beautiful today and I like.”

Sometimes you have to praise yourself. That's a mood booster. An acceptance of self. Here's my. Women need to be happy first before making children and husbands happy.

[I'm ready, Pren] send.

***

The idol teacher had explained the various schedules of children's outbound activities. His name is Mr. Faliq, he is like a womanizer to a student guardian because of his good looks and hospitality. Often it even becomes the object of conversation that enliven the student guardian group.

Among the guardians of the disciples, I am one who can be said to be vocal of this kind of matter. Everything I could ask at the beginning so that there was no such rumor. As always, guardians often ask questions.

“Iya Bu Ristie please item times there is a need to ask,” said Mr. Faliq after seeing me raise my hand.

“Thank you, Sir. But call Ristie's sister dong, sir!”

Laughter filled the room. While Mr. Faliq as usual just smiled and told me to continue the question.

The room was crowded again. Mr. Faliq raised his hand to calm the meeting participants so as not to be rowdy after hearing my words.

While, Naya-my eldest daughter whispered, “Mama what’ansi?”.

“That's okay, son let's not strain the meeting,” I said while rubbing my son's chin.

“Please Mrs, uh, Sister Ristie.” Said Mr. Faliq did not want to lose to melt the atmosphere.

Geerr. The room was crowded with laughter.

“Begini Sir, related payment how?” I said later

“Begini, Mom...”

“Lho kok Mother again, Brother dong, Sir,” shouted another mother who was present.

“Good, Ma'am, uh, Kak Ristie payment can be made by installments or direct cash in their respective homeroom yes.”

The meeting went well with laughter. All meeting participants from student guardians to teachers were entertained because of a sister call. While I care, it is my nature like that.

If it is just melting and solving the problem with excitement enough to leave it to the row of mothers and fathers, because the gap sometimes adds to the familiarity between teachers and guardians of students.

The event ended with a friendly meeting, the school committee provided snacks accompanied by tea and coffee as a complement. Some of the guardians of the students went home immediately, others still survived with rumpi-rumpi.

While waiting for the husband's invitation, I let my two children Naya and Raisa play with her friend.

“Crazy Ristie can make Pak Faliq so groggy,” said Resti tease.

“Iya, dong, let's not be bored if it's a meeting.”

“Eh, but it's okay Bu Ristie, uh Sister Ristie yes...” said another mother.

Me and everyone laughed.

The next minute, everything seemed silent. Resti just winked.

“Kak Ristie's..” There was a man's voice right behind while patting his shoulder.

“Come home!” Waduh there is my husband. I waved my hands at the mothers to retreat and stepped following the man in front of me towards the parked car.

“Looks next month Mama no longer need skincare deh, it's good to be called Kak Ristie make youthful.”

“Ai.. Papa, where there is so, it was just a guyon. Mama, right, Just Papa.”'s Ristie Sister

Mampus. Where can be called Ristie's sister again if skincare distop. Beautiful it takes capital Mak.

“Cooking, si, Ma?”

It seems that it takes the style of this mother to melt the husband who is craving.

“Oia, Mama has a new movie, later tonight watch yuk. Raisa let Naya learn it tonight. Mama can make time with Papa.”

I blinked my eyes while rubbing the back of Mas Raihan's hand. Along with that, I looked at Naya who snorted annoyed at having to join Raisa in studying.

The next step, I wipe the hair around the ear of Mas Raihan.“Mau, yes, Pa.”

He finally smiled too. Wong mom rempong fight.

Finishes.

Flavor Room, June 15, 2020

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