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The Juna Family

Faizah breathed a sigh of relief from being able to get out of the hospital after two days of treatment. "Ah... it feels like it just came out of the cage know not the hell, Mas?"

Juna gave a small smile when he saw his wife's cheer again. Then drive the car at a moderate speed. "Then you can fly."

Faizah laughing. "If I had wings, I would have flown before. I'm gonna stay in some country that wants me to go." Ocehniah.

"Where do you want to go?"

Faizah smiled widely. "The country I dreamt of the most. I could have gone there, but Daddy never let me go. Daddy's afraid I'm stuck with a bule there."

"But you've been to America."

"It's because it's urgent." Sahut Faizah let out a heavy sigh. "You put up with my grades, my money's finally gone and my college's finally run aground." Faizah pouting.

Juna was silent as he remembered that. Of course Faizah was aware of that, then she turned her head and smiled. "But I have no regrets. Because of that value I mass get you, Mas. You are in the category of the man I want to marry. Well. even though you're old. But your face is still good."

Juna snorted. "At first you carried me flying, then hit him hard."

Faizah laughed crisply. The face of the husband. Juna who felt noticed also looked at it briefly. "What's wrong?"

"Mas, let's go for a walk."

Juna frowned. "Did you forget? You haven't been out of the hospital for half an hour, Izah."

Faizah. "After a while, where's the cake. I really want to, Mas. We never dated."

"Nope, we'll take a walk after you're completely healed."

"Mas." Whine Faizah while shaking Juna's arm. "You want?"

Juna breathed a heavy sigh. "It's up to you to sulk or whatever it is. I will not take you anywhere until you are fully healed. Don't just think about yourself, diploma. Remember the child in your stomach."

Faizah breathed a heavy sigh. "Yes already. But promise me that if I'm healed, you'll take me for a walk?"

"Hm."

At once Faizah's smile expanded. "Thank you, baby."

Juna only glanced at Faizah at a glance.

Hah, it seems like I really have to get used to living full of his chatter.

Arriving at home, Juna took his wife to his room. Then ask the wife to lie down. After that, he rushed to the dressing room.

"Mas, are you going to the office?" Faizah asked when she saw Juna coming out with an office stellan. Then Faizah changed his position to sit.

"Yes, just for a second. Zain will be home later. So I have to see the condition of the office first." Juna.

"Mas, will you go home and buy rujak? Level five, keep lots of young mangoes." Pinta Faizah's.

"Hm, if you remember." Juna said while tidying his clothes in front of the mirror.

"Ish. Wife is cravings again. Tar if our child is upset, keep going...."

"Yes, I'll buy it. You're getting sick, you're getting noisy, diploma."

Not to be offended, Faizah laughed. "Formerly you have no intention of wife. Though mah wife like I step, Mas."

Juna smiled in anguish. "Farly huh? If I auctioned about how many sales?"

Suddenly Faizah's smile faded. "Mas! How's it auctioned anyway?"

"Can be rare." Juna smiled a little.

"Ih. ngeselin." Faizah.

"I'm leaving." Pamit Juna grabbed her office bag.

"Wouldn't kiss the forehead first?" Faizah asked expectantly. "It's common for a husband and wife to kiss the forehead with the same hand first."

"No need, I'm just for a minute. Don't go anywhere, just stay in the room. Maybe I'll go home with the housekeeper."

"At pretty, right? Beautiful who's the same as me, my mother?"

"Pretty him."

"Oh." Kesal Faizah's.

"It's been half a century, Izah. Don't be jealous. I'm leaving." After saying that, Juna left. Leaving Faizah alone.

After Juna, Faizah got out of bed and went outside. "I was told to sit in my room. Not really me. Duh... what good to eat? How about another laper?"

Faizah opened the refrigerator, then closed his nose. "Make corned omelets look good."

Faizah breaks down some cooking ingredients and puts them in the pantry. "Well, how can I just shut up if I'm home again. At least it's a mouth, hehe."

Almost half an hour Faizah struggled in the kitchen, and finally the delicious omelette was ready to be eaten. Not to forget also Faizah makes super fresh orange juice. Wanting to enjoy it with solemnity, Faizah sat in front of the television while turning on her favorite drakor.

"Huh, this is just right. Eat omelets accompanied by the same drakor orange juice. Steady." Faizah also devoured the results of his cooking voraciously. However, his pleasure was to be interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

"Patience." Just as the bell kept ringing louder. Then he opened the door. Instantly his body gasped when he saw the Juna family coming. More precisely the Mother and her three daughters. Also someone who looks strange according to him.

"Ah. you guys apparently. Go in first." Faizah tried to be friendly.

"This is the man, I'm sure he's using magic." Tertus Tara appointed Faizah. Then Faizah's eyes squinted at the strange looking man.

Dih... Where's this crazy guy from? Pake necklace sebede gaban.

"I'm sorry, I'm Faizah. Not a witch, if you want to accuse it with a brain. Today, we still believe in magic. Where to bring another madman." Sinis Faizah who managed to make them shocked.

"As far as you're right, this woman has witchcraft." The Mbah said so-called events. Sontak Faizah laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. The four people in front of him were throwing eyes at each other.

"Okay. ngakak akuh." Faizah touched his stomach. "When we go in, we see whose genie is the strongest."

"Well, he's afraid." Upset Siska stared at the fierce Faizah.

"Yuk, in. Be released with respect." Faizah gave way to them. Then they arrogantly entered. And choose the living room as a place to fight.

Faizah was no less haughty, he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. "I'm sorry I can't drink, there's no maid yet. If you want, take it for yourself?"

"Compense." Sinis Bunda Juna's.

Faizah did not care, at this time he focused on staring at the shaman Mbah who continued to surround the living room with his mouth chattering. Not his horror, Faizah just laughed amusedly. Of course, it made the four of them confused themselves.

"Well, I think he's really crazy." Whisper Nayla, her youngest child.

"That's why, read what?" Ask Faizah casually. Momentarily the eyes of Mbah were glaring like a frightened person.

"There's evil magic." His exclamation that managed to make Faizah shocked because the man sowed flowers at him.

"Ih. ngagetin aja the Mbah." Kesel Faizah brushed off the flowers attached to her lock.

"Who are you? Where are you from?" Tanya Si Mbah glared at Faizah.

Faizah rolled his eyes lazily. "I'm Faizah, I'm originally from Jakarta. What else?"

"Aren't you? But the figure behind you. You wear a spoon? Behind you is a black, hairy figure."

Hearing that Faizah immediately jumped and approached the shaman Mbah. Even sticking to fear, he was indeed the most abstinent when he heard astral beings. "Aaaa... Really Mbah? Hairy item? Genderewo dong."

"Huh, why are you sticking with me?" Kesa si Mbah's.

"So Mbah said behind me there's a ghost. Get rid of dong, Mbah. I was most afraid of the same thing as ghosts. Tar if he eats me how? Where I am pregnant again, I have not been married for a month. Mbah.. tell me dong is with him, don't bother this cute Faifai." Whine Faizah while looking around the house.

The Mbah gawking.

"Truly gatel are you? Shamans are you a temptation." Sembur Siska's.

"Aaa. Behind him Mbah. That's loamy, really big. Aaaa!" Shouted Faizah who managed to make the four women join in fear.

Rasainic. It's good I work. Faifai.

"Can you see ghosts?" Ask Si Mbah innocently.

"Yes, I'm from a small age, so I'm afraid." Faizah Lie.

Duh. amit-amit. I am most afraid of ghosts.

"Good, now where's the position?"

How is it even the same with me? This shaman abal-abal mah. If only luck was on my side. Faizah smiled in anguish.

"Aaaa. That's him behind you." Faizah pointed at Tara. "He licked your neck, his eyes were red. His tongue is so big."

The woman named Tara was immediately frightened and approached Mbah. "Why am I being attacked? This must be your job, Faizem."

"Loh, what am I anyway? Pake calls Faizem again." Kesal Faizah's.

Si Mbah started to let out his moves and spells. Faizah was a bit backward for fear of being elbowed.

Huh, rich but stupid. Cook believe the same shaman sableng kayak gini anyway? Faizah rolled his eyes lazily. He folded both his hands on his chest.

"Huh, disturb people's pleasure." He was upset by himself.

"Everything is safe. All the genies I've destroyed, including the milk in this woman's body." Said the steady Mbah.

"Seriously, Mbah? That means Juna won't be crazy about her anymore?" Excited Mother looked at Faizah trivially.

"Of course, your niece will realize she's been used." Said the Mbah again.

"Geez, that means I want to be reviled, yes Mas Arjunaku? Mammy, Daddy, your son is going to be a widow." Hysteris Faizah begins the drama.

"Who wants to be a widow?"

Tbc....