A Wound
Chapter 38's
Ara entered her room, then closed the door of her room and quickly brushed off her tears that had fallen.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" ibra asked, making Ara surprised to hear it.
"There's nothing. I was just about to wake Brother Ibra up, but it turns out Brother is up." Ara tried to divert the conversation.
"Sister Ibra take a shower. I'll prepare the clothes, Brother," he added.
Ara who was about to walk towards the wardrobe, stopped her steps, as Ibra deliberately restrained her arm.
"What's wrong? Did anyone hurt you?" tanya Ibra.
Ara shook her head, "none."
"Then why are you crying?"
"I only remembered my father," Ara replied lowered her head.
Ibra slowly let go of his hand, "want to father's grave?" bargained for.
"No, I'm fine" Ara refused.
"alright. If there's anything, tell me. Now you are my responsibility. Regardless of the purpose for which we were married, you are still my legitimate wife" Ibra said.
"Yes, thank you." replied Ara nodding.
"I'll take a shower first. Wait for me, we'll go down together." He said, who then went into the bathroom.
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At this time, all the family members were already sitting at the dining table. Enjoy the breakfast prepared by bi Ija.
"Ibra!"
"Yes, Pa?" sahut Ibra, staring at his papa.
"Remember, your leave is only three days, so tomorrow you have started work. Do not be lazy, now you have a responsibility," said Papa Nahar.
"Yes, Pa. Ibra understands." replied Ibra briefly. Who then turned his eyes to Mama Reta. "Oh yes, Ma. Maybe we just stayed here for a few days. We'll stay at Ara's."
"But why? Why don't you just stay here?" ask mama Reta.
"If we stay here, Ara's house will be empty. No one occupied it" replied Ibra.
"Then let Mama hire someone to occupy it. Let someone clean it every day. You guys just stay here. Mama's so happy that Ara lives here, so she has a story companion," said Mama Reta.
"Mom don't worry, we'll visit mama often."
"Yes, Ma. They want to spend time together. And if you just want to talk to Ara, you can call her!" sahut Rissa.
Mama Reta looked at her daughter, who was currently sitting right next to her. "You know what! you're always so busy with your business that you don't have time for your mama."
"Mama's overreacting." replied Rissa indifferently.
"Yes, Ma. That's right Rissa said. Ara will soon be going to college, too. He can't keep Mama company" Ibra said.
"No problem though. Ara want ya, stay here with mama?" pinta Mama Reta, pleading with her daughter-in-law.
Ara who had been silent since then, finally opened her voice, "yes, Ara doesn't matter. Ara, it's up to Ibra" replied Ara relented. Makes Ibra look at him.
"okay! It means you're gonna live here. Mama doesn't need Ibra's opinion" said Mama Reta.
And papa Nahar who saw his wife's attitude, just shook his head. He will not interfere with that problem. Because if that happens, then his wife will scold him all day.
"You guys for Rissa too, ma?" sahut Rissa who did not lose quickly.
"You will only interrupt their honeymoon, if you come along," replied Mama Reta.
"Let's roll, Ma," answered Rissa with her lips.
"No, Ma. We're not going on a honeymoon" Ara replied.
"It can't be like that. You have to go on your honeymoon, let your granddaughter be quick." Mama Reta smiled cheerfully, imagining having a granddaughter.
"Ma, can't we discuss this later. Let's eat first" said Ibra. Not very happy with the direction of her mother's conversation. Feeling scared, if it would make Ara uncomfortable.
"Yes, all right," replied Mama Reta relented.
They continued their breakfast without any conversation. And after breakfast, Ara again had a conversation with Mama Reta on the back porch. Because Papa Nahar and Rissa have gone to work. Ibra, back up to her room.
Mama Reta kept telling me about her son's childhood, while taking care of the plants that were there.
And Ara, just kept looking at Mama Reta who was so good at caring for her flowers on the back porch. And occasionally give her help.
Until a few moments later. The two finally decided to stop the chat, and went into the house.
"You have no problem staying here?" ibra asked, when Ara had just entered the room.
"Yes, no problem."
"I'm sorry, you had to give up on Mama."
"Not what. It's not a big deal, so don't think too much about it. I even like to live here, with a complete family there is Mama, Papa, also have brothers like Rissa and also Ibra," said Ara.
Ibra smiled slightly, a little disappointed when Ara called her a brother. I don't know what status he wants from the girl.
Ibra then expressed her gratitude to Ara, because she wanted to understand the nature of her mother.
"Streetings, will you?" haggling Ibra on Ara.
"Where?" ask Ara.
"Where do you want it?" ask Ibra back.
"So much Ibra only."
"So what?" tanya Ibra made sure.
"Yes, I can."
"To the culinary festival, will you? You're not on a diet, are you?" bargain Ibra.
"Yes, can. It would definitely be fun hunting a lot of food," replied Ara enthusiastically.
Ara's eyes instantly sparkled. Not gone, he had imagined the amount of food there.
Ibra pulled both corners of her lips, not expecting that the woman would be that enthusiastic. He just called the place. Because Ara was the daughter of a chef, so she thought she would love a place where there was plenty of food. And it turns out his mind was not wrong.
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