After the Word Talak
CHAPTER 92. The Elegant Oppression
"Some people have the right to judge, but no one has the right to decide what and how the person is, if so, is that part of a judgment?" Dikta poured water into an empty glass belonging to her husband's aunt.
Aunt Adam then began to drink the water and throw away his face, he was already very embarrassed by the attitude of Dikta to him.
"Sister Adam! This sister's wife didn't know any manners, when she said so to my mother," Cousin Adam began to raise his voice.
The tense atmosphere, Mams Nazwa and her own husband were only watching because they both knew Adam and Dikta could solve this on their own.
Adam and Dikta looked at each other and then still acted calm, Dikta grabbed a piece of cake at the table and ate it. "You want to know what manners mean?"
"First sitting you are not right, which girl is sitting with her straddling on the chair in front of the parents, secondly it seems that you should be taught manners here is you are beautiful, your tone is too high, your tone is too high, I don't mind, I'm afraid you're running out of voices to find justification" Dikta pulled Cousin Adam's hand over to get close to him. "Before you speak think first it's fine."
Cousin Adam stared intently at Dikta because he was humiliated by Dikta, Dikta sat back in the chair beside Adam and smiled as if nothing had happened between them.
"You still want the Widow to humiliate the image of our great family" Aunt Adam who had been silent again spoke.
"Not him embarrassing himself Auntie huh? Hahaha, Ting?" Adam said in a soft tone.
"Adam, you're an only child and you get a widow unlike Auntie's son she gets a daughter" Aunt Adam replied.
"And she's been divorced three times" Adam cut.
The deg!
"And talking about Widows instead of Aunts and Widows?" adam nodded his head.
"After all, she's just an ordinary housewife unlike this Aunt's son, an office clerk,"
Adam and Dikta returned to each other, staring while Mama Nazwa at the end came over. "I guess I forgot to explain that this Dikta is a famous Motivator."
"Mother Riana Adelia, you consulted me at that time, ah in addition to talking a lot you also have easily forgotten the memory," Dikta smiled sweetly and then pulled her husband's hand up.
"If you want to judge me, please, but not my husband and children, do you feel great? You forgot the empty glass you thought contained," Dikta walked towards Mama Nazwa. "Mama, Dikta says yes."
Mama Nazwa nodded, Adam also immediately said goodbye to his parents by carrying the Deed, he then took Dikta's hand. "Assalamualaik."
"Wa'alaikumsalam,"
Dikta and Adam immediately got into their car, Adam handed over the Deed to Dikta then sat in the driver's seat.
"You're great, baby," praised Adam kissing Dikta's cheek. "This time we win."
"Mas, also great, Mas can be assertive," replied Dikta smirking the cheek of Deed.
The deed that saw his parents laughing innocently in the style of a baby, which made Adam and Dikta anxious themselves.
"Eh Babah's son laughed, why? Later you if it is already big must be like Mother well, if oppressed must be repressed, but in an elegant way, in a way, because a Pinter is going to lose one Fact and a fool is not enough with one Fact."
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