Aara is Not Lara

Husband's Permit

The swift-moving clattering of footsteps faintly exposed Ara's hearing. From the direction of the kitchen then to the back of the house, precisely in the laundry room area looks Ara is still busy sorting out dirty clothes.

“Daddy.. In front there are guests, he said his Mama Madam.” A woman in her mid-40s. Probably also a few years old on top of Mama Lauritz. Today was the third day the woman had accompanied Ara.

From the brief introduction that Ara did, it was known that the figure was named Ratih and was commonly called Bik Tih. Through this brief introduction, Ara also knew that it had been more than 20 years Bik Tih served the Rava family. Since still a girl until now ready to wait for the presence of the first grandchild.

“Mama?” Ara muttered softly, straightening her body that had bent down, separating the dirty clothes that she and Rava were wearing yesterday. Intention wants to wash, of course with the help of a washing machine to be more efficient.

“Aunt can help get in clothes to the washing machine? The red basket first yes, Bik Tih.” Said Ara asking for help Bik Tih before going to greet the guest who said Mama Lauritz.

“Mamaaaa.” Ara's cry was loud, hugging the Mama tightly. It feels like thousands of years without seeing each other. Ara misses being spoiled by Mama Lauritz.

Usually when Ara is busy struggling with tasks in the room, suddenly a glass of warm milk or various snacks will stop by knocking on her bedroom door. Not to mention that Ara who is always showered with love and seduction Rian, really a habit that inevitably temporarily must disappear. Indeed Rava has given everything the best, but it is not Ara's fault if he misses his family.

“Children Mama.” Mama Lauritz said while kissing her son's cheek. After deciding to stay at home with Rava, Ara has not visited her parents' house again. Too busy learning to take care of the house, what else for people who are used to lying down, really kind of impromptu sports. Salah Ara also initially did not want to accept the help offered by Rava.

“Manja!” Cibir Jona from behind Ara. Sit with your back and hands folded. Jona who actually misses the brother suddenly lazy to see the spoiled nature of Ara excessive compared to when not married.

“Biarin, wek.!” Reply Ara while sticking out her tongue, still embracing her waist and leaning her head on Mama Lauritz's shoulder.

“Rava works, Brother?” Ask Mama Lauritz pleasantries, taking off her son's cupping plan. The gentle rubbing on Ara's head was very soothing.

Now Ara sat down with Jona who had been reluctant to separate from the living room soft sofa. If left alone soon Jona must be asleep, so think Ara who sometimes sleeps on the sofa when feeling tired plus bored.

“Iya, Mother. Later in the afternoon just returned home.” Replied Ara nodded. His eyes were distracted on Mama Lauritz's luggage.

“Mama bring what?” Ara continued speaking while peeking at Mama Lauritz's luggage. There are several bags of crackles and a sacred shopping bag because it has been used for years shopping with a variety of weights but still strong and intact.

“Directly take it to the kitchen, enter the refrigerator in part, Kak.” Mama Lauritz orders while lifting back shopping bags that do not know what the contents are.

“Help bring, Mas!” Mama Lauritz ruled Jona.

Walking gontai Jona followed Ara and Mama Lauritz in front of her. Occasionally Jona noticed the interior of her brother's house that looked luxurious. From the outside though it looks big, Rava and Ara's house looks quite simple. But if you look at the entire contents it will look interior that fills not mere cans.

‘Thank God that Brother is happy.’ While smiling happily, Jona spoke inwardly hoping that the Big Brother would be happy with his choice.

Honestly, not only is Rian not willing, but secretly Jona is also still difficult to release Ara on Rava. Fear that your brother is unhappy with his choice. What else Jona had heard that Ara wanted to postpone the marriage, obviously he who is a teenager has his own thoughts.

“Bik Tih.?” Call Ara on Bik Tih who is not visible in the kitchen.

“Iya, Nyah.” Sahut Bik Tih while running tergopoh approached Ara's voice call.

“Daddy? Madame?” Said Jona parrotting, staring lightly at Ara who was leisurely waltzing in front of her.

“Not playing Brother is already a Mistress now. Hahaha.” Said Jona again while laughing loudly. Where ever imagined by Jona if Ara will get a call ‘Nyonya’ at this time. Even when at home Grandpa Baren alone Ara does not want to be called ‘Nona’, just Mbak or call the name only.

Don't think there's no drama of rejection. Surely Ara has been insistent to be called Mbak Ara only. But what happens turns out Ara lost badly with Bik Tih who was reluctant to change his call. Choosing to give up, Ara tried to get used to calling ‘Nyonya’ or sometimes just ‘Nyah’ only.

“Bik, this is my Mama, Mama Lauritz. Same is my first sister, Jona.” Said Ara introducing Mama Lauritz and Jona to Bik Tih.

“Ma, this is Bik Ratih. Bik Tih has been with the Mas Rava family for a long time.” Said Ara again imitating her words. This time around Ara introduced Bik Ti to Mama Lauritz.

“Greetings, Mrs Ratih, I'm Lauritz Her Mama Ara.” Mama Lauritz said hello first, even without a helping hand but welcomed with a friendly smile.

“Call Bik Tih aja, Mistress.” Said Bik Tih disinclined to Mama Lauritz, smiling clumsyly at the awkward first meeting.

“Do not need Mistresses with me Ma'am. We are also the most age. The one who owns this house is my daughter-in-law, not me. So call Mba aja.” Mama Lauritz said as she chuckled in response to Bik Tih's words.

In the mind of Bik Tih like seeing other versions of Ara. The way of subtly resisting coupled with a small ruckus is really similar.

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“Silver don't have cloves huh?” Mama Lauritz said after opening all sorts of shelves and storage cabinets in the kitchen.

“Nothing, Ma. Not stock spices in the kitchen.” Reply Ara while grinning. The contents of the kitchen are only cooking ingredients that are easy to cook without the need for a lot of spices or various spices. Rava who never protested or wanted a lot certainly makes Ara relaxed about the menu of stomach fillers.

“Mama forgot to buy cloves earlier. Where good soto not given cloves, less maknyus.” Mama Lauritz grumbled against her increasing attitude.

“Ya already Brother out buy first.” Said Ara while wiping her wet hands. Set aside potatoes that have been peeled and freshly washed before sliced thin dice to crispy potatoes as a complementary sprinkling of soto.

“Tell Jona who bought it, Kak.” Mama Lauritz said, Take over the potatoes that Ara washed.

“Ara, Ma. That's a kid like watching cartoons in front. Or have a cut of shallots for fried onions. Brother likes onion krispi made by Mama.”

“And just buy cloves for a minute, Ma. Not long time out.” Seloroh Ara who felt no need to disturb Rava. He'll only be out for a while.

“It's trivial, but you're Rava's responsibility. Learn if you want to go-go permission with the husband, let it not be a habit of origin nyelonong aja. Could be later Rava suddenly returned home your nyariin confusion who went not permission.” Mama Lauritz told Ara.

“Iya deh Ara grab mobile first ask permission.” Said Ara weakly, walking grabbing the phone placed on the dining table.

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^^^Me^^

^^^Mas, Ara permission to exit huh? Want to buy cloves.^^^

Write Ara on the short message she sent. Ara accidentally does not contact Rava by phone, fearing that Rava is busy and he is disturbing. Waiting for a few seconds while soaking the vermicelli in the cold water first, Ara noticed her phone vibrating and flashing signaling a new notification. And sure enough, the notification contained a reply message from Rava.

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Mas Rava

Need to pick it up?

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^^^Me^^

^^^No need to Mas. There's a new supermarket near Mas's office. Ara just go there.^^^

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Mas Rava

Would you stop by the office, right? Kangen bangeeeet🥰

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^^^Me^^

^^^Now also met. At home, his kangen.^^^

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Mas Rava

This is really Mas's wife..

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^^^Me^^

^^^Yes indeed. Yes, yes, I am, Ara leaving.^^^

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Mas Rava

Be careful ya Darling ❤😘 Bring his phone, later tell Mas if you have arrived there.🥰

“Udah permission, Ma. Sister go now yes.” Ara said goodbye to Mama Lauritz. Passed to the room to pick up a bag filled with several pieces of money, mobile phones and of course important letters for motorcyclists.

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