Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest

Ring

We slept all night side by side, but didn't touch each other. He's with his style, I'm with my style. Dam's amazing, I slept really well without a dream.

I turned to the side and saw Ariel sleeping in her style, lying on her stomach without clothes, with one hand hanging down, half her face buried in a pillow. Blanket wrapped around his leg.

I picked up the blanket and wrapped it properly, then shuffled downstairs to make coffee.

Today I don't need to go to the office, and Ariel is taking her classes Saturday and Sunday. Today we officially became unemployed.

But a lot of events.

This afternoon we had a meeting with Mr. Abel and Mr. Johan, discussing the matter of the house that was given to us as a wedding gift. The house is said to be luxurious. He said yes. But back to our previous experience, these lawyers Mbah Rangga always make a surprise at the end.

And lastly I found out that the house is actually the property of the Bu Kencana family.

I don't know how later, which is clear at this time I am so curious about one thing.

My mum.

He was in the kitchen bending in front of the oven to check the cake he was baking.

I see on the table is available a variety of European cuisine. My mom has a menu every day but it's divided by day. For example, Monday he made Middle Eastern cuisine, various spices and vegetarian snacks he took out, then Tuesday to Thursday in Indonesian style, the menu varies every week, Friday’at usually Asian-style like Chinese cuisine, and so on, Korea, or Japan. And Saturday Sunday he is more European because of the lack of seasoning. The reason is because Saturday Sunday I used to eat out, in restaurants, so he did not have to bother thinking about difficult dishes.

Thinkable...

All he cooked was my favorite dish.

What kind of cooking does he like?

This mother... Stepmother but unfortunately to me already like a real mother. He healed my trauma after my mother died. He hugged me with the warmth of his love. He was even willing to make peace with the strange Mbah Rangga family, also heartened when all my father's infidelity appeared and claimed this - it was over my father.

All the savings he gave to the asking rather than being polemic continue my safety threatened he said.

Only this house he did not give up, because from the beginning my mother asked this house as a wedding dowry, and later changed to ‘hibah’ by my father before his death.

The importance of when getting married is asking for a dowry. To protect life after marriage. In my opinion, a set of prayer tools is not part of the dowry, but rather a symbol of an obligation of Muslims. Marriage is built on religious obligation.

The dowry itself is a gift that the husband gives to his wife at the time of marriage, as a symbol of his commitment and responsibility towards his wife. So the Mahar in the form of money, property, or other valuable assets is Harkat and Dignity of the husband. The husband's self-esteem as a provider, illustrated there.

It's not a matter of numbers but a matter of ability.

Husband gives dowry 1% of his property, compared to the one who gives dowry 80% of his property. Who loves his wife more?

Call Matre's wife? Whose wife is spinning only treasure, money, and gold jewelry?

Oh No no...

Because of the Mahar that the husband gives to the wife, the wife will be used for the welfare of her and their children as well. The dowry will be used to educate and nurture children, as well as their survival.

Not infrequently and even many wives who end up selling wedding rings for the sake of daily eating, even arguably only a fraction of a percent of the dowry is still neatly stored in the jewelry box. It is usually sold for food, for education, for health.

Like my mother...

He's defending this house for me. For our sake protected from heat and rain. They said my mother was materialistic and manipulative, because ‘forced my father's’ to change grant status. Though my father also had stepchildren outside of his legal marriage which they thought was entitled to property. They had claimed this house was sold and the results were divided equally. Because obviously since my father died, those whose whereabouts I had not known, also stopped living.

And if it wasn't my mother's struggle, this house would have been lost, taken by the siri wives and children outside of my father's marriage. Although the most entitled yes we as the heir of the SAH because we are registered in the country.

My father was also a playboy like Mbah Rangga and Mbah Rejo. Indeed the offspring anyway, never heard, if cheating is a hereditary factor, hormonal in the family?

I hope Raden Arya, Felix and Hector aren't like them. My main concern is my husband. That is why I asked him rather obscene things, in order to keep my heart ready when facing those whose whereabouts were unknown.

Although I doubt Ariel will be so, judging from his attitude as it is, and can not lie, should be quickly discovered by me if there is something ‘different’.

Call me a skeptic, but whose human heart knows but God?

Back to my mom, again,

Her thin body was so charming in my eyes, to me she was my mother, my bidad in the world. I admit that this spoiled me is so dependent on him. To a frail woman who has no blood relation to me. Without him I would have been on the streets.

Not really, too hyperbole figuratively. Mostly I'll call Felix and stay at his house for life. But where is my pride then?!

“Bu..” I hugged my mother from behind and buried my face in her neck.

“Walah! Shocked ibuk!” grunt while gently hitting my arm. Then he giggled and his hands back, looped around my waist. We were in that position for a few minutes. Just shut up while hugging.

My energy instantly increased by a thousand percent.

“What time do you want to go to Mr Abel's office?” tanyanya later

“Later noon only, I was still lazy. from yesterday the problem did not stop.” I was a little complaining.

“Hm... Then you want to talk can?”

“Hemmm.. kurestui, really. Ariel is also my blessing.”

Mother's speechless.

I felt her little body stiffen.

“You!” he turned and pinched my cheek.

“Adodohh ibuk iiih tauuu sick!” I complained while trying to let go of my mother's pinch.

“Not spoken to already play blessing only!”

“Ya what are our private talks if it does not involve feelings?!”

And my mother raised her hand, revealing a diamond ring on her middle finger.

I gawk.

“Lah... why your mother first loved!! That's why I asked Ariel this too!! Look at my empty fingers jumping! Wedding ring does not exist!”

“Why not ask, Ariel may not think so. You guys have been busy taking care of this-that's right?”

“There is.. but there is no chance,” Ariel's voice on the stairs.

Since when did he sit there? He sat on the stairs with only a boxer, and his hair was disheveled. His eyes were staring at us, he was still sleepy.

“If I give from yesterday-yesterday, the people around you will be suspicious, Because striking, must be asked about.”

“Can I tell them if I buy it myself.”

“Oh yes, I don't think that.” Ariel chuckled while rubbing her face. “I don't think you're interested in the same wedding ring,”

“Yes interested in laaaah, especially those with big eyes!”

“Hm,” and Ariel fell silent. “The eyes are less big, I hold first then.”

“Eeeeh jangaaaan!! Where's here!” approached her.

“Ngak according to your taste like, the model is very simple does not match your hedonist personality,” it seems he all insinuated me.

“Ngggaaaaak! I take whatever you bought my husband, you,”

“Then this is called ‘suami’ is very soft...’ Ariel finally climbed back into our room, and returned with a black velvet box.

With a flowery heart and definitely impatient, I opened it. My mother peeked over my shoulder.

“Waaaahhhh! Cantiiik!” yell at us both. Diamond ring with love shaped eyes. Next to it was a ring of the same model, but without eyes.

“Which is mine from palladium, men can't wear gold rings.” Said. But he suddenly snatched the velvet box from my hand.

“Laaah kooooook?!”

“Let's give it again, I don't want to give you this in a state just use ko lor doang, where in the kitchen anyway, the camera is still a mess of that smell... The background should be cool dooong! On the cake beach, on the cake mountain, in a luxury hotel, cake!”

And he went up again upstairs.

Basic semprul.