Arrived - Arrived Matchmade

Want to take care of Mom

After all the guests have gone home now only the family of Adam and the Zahira family who chat in the living room after cleaning first. While the bride is changing clothes in the room assisted by her beloved mother.

"You are so beautiful Nduk.. My mom doesn't recognize you yet." Reveal Zahira's mother while releasing pentul needles in her daughter's veil.

"Yes Mak, Hira also did not believe. If the makeup will be this sabagus even though only thin makeup." Clearly Zahira, smilingly looking at herself in the mirror reflection of the dressing table.

"That's because you're the one who never make up Nduk, all this time you're just makai powder and lipstick alone." Said the mother.

"Hehe.. Hira is not good at dancing. Later if you wear excessive make up afraid even like ondel-ondel passing." Zahira replied. Mom also chuckled.

"Nduk. You are already a wife. Must follow the orders of the husband. Taking care of all the needs of the husband is also important, starting to wake up and prepare his work clothes. And if you're going out of the house, don't forget to say goodbye to her even if your husband is at work." Mother's message.

"Yes Mak.. Hira understood, thanks for reminding." Zahira turned around and hugged the mother's stomach standing in front of her.

"It's done, you can clean in the bathroom. Mom's out, yeah, meet your two in-laws. Clothing problems don't worry, let it be delivered to your sister." Said the mother. Then step out.

After making sure the door was tightly closed, Zahira went into the bathroom not forgetting to bring a change of clothes as well. Adam walked into his room after seeing his mother-in-law coming out of his room.

Chequelek

The door opened, and his eyes went out to find his wife, but Zahira was not there. Hearing the sound of water rustling in the bathroom, Adam was able to conclude that Zahira was cleaning herself. Adam laid his body on the bed with his legs dangling. It was quite exhausting today but he was very happy.

Hearing the bathroom door open made Adam turn his head. Zahira came out of the bathroom in full clothes, but there was a different thing that the woman no longer wore her veil only a towel that stuck to her wet hair. Adam was amazed to see a sight he had never seen. Zahira is really beautiful if not to wear a veil let alone fragrant soap that he wears really bothers Adam at this time.

Zahira herself did not realize that her husband was looking at her while lying on the bed. He was busy drying his hair with a towel. Then walk to the dresser to put lotion on both her arms and legs after folding the long shirt.

"Ehhem." Deheman Adam's voice stops Zahira's activities.

"Sister Adam!!" Zahira is shocked to see her husband is already in bed, when did she enter why she could not know.

"Sorry I didn't know that you were in the room." Said Zahira clumsily, Adam has now changed his position to sit on the edge of the mattress.

"Sister.. Can't you change that call against me?" Pinta Adam with a cold tone, now he does not like if Zahira called him as Big Brother moreover they have husband and wife status.

"I mean." Zahira was confused.

Adam took a breath. "We are legal to be husband and wife so change your calling! Don't call me brother anymore." Firm Adam.

"Keep I have to call what?" Zahira asked with a confused face.

Adam got up and approached Zahira who was still sitting on the dresser chair.

Placard...

"Call Mas! That's not knowing." Adam touched Zahira's forehead because his wife was too innocent.

"Other.sick Kak.. very hard the flick." Zahira grumbled while rubbing his sick forehead.

Adam just passed by, going into the bathroom without caring for the grumbling Zahira.

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Somewhere else.

Haikal and his family have arrived in his hometown. They are now resting in the house they have long left behind. The house is in a week three times always cleaned by RT sir and his wife, of course with a fee in every year three times the transfers by Haikal's father on a pack RT.

The father and son were sitting in the living room chair while enjoying a cup of coffee that had been made by Bu RT.

"You're right Kal, I'm always sending money to RT sir every year to take care of this house to keep it well maintained even though we have long left." Answer Haikal's father.

Haikal's mother was sleeping in her room due to their long journey.

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"Le. take this big bag to your sister-in-law's house. Let your mother change clothes, it's four in the afternoon." Mother said while giving a large bag containing Zahira's full clothes to Akmal.

"Why not Mbak Hira aja Mak who took it himself. Why should Akmal." Protest because again fun playing games on mobile.

"Don't argue with Le. Do you want Mom to confiscate your Hape." Threaten him to the youngest.

"Don't dong. Yes yes.. Akmal's taking her to sister-in-law's house." Quickly follow. It could be bad if the phone is seized by the mother.

"That's a new submissive plus handsome boy." Praise Mother to her wayward youngest son for mercy.

Akmal rode Zahira's matic motorcycle to deliver a bag of clothes.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Greet Akmal on Adam's porch.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Uh, you deck... What's up?" Zahira asked to see Akmal coming.

"This, told Mum to dress yours Mommy." Akmal held out the bag to Zahira.

"Thank you my handsome dick.so take care of you!" Zahira replied as she received the big bag.

Akmal nodded.

"I'm going straight home, Mom." The pampit does not want to linger because it has to continue playing the game again.

"Yes, thanks again." Zahira.

After seeing Akmal had gone out of sight, Zahira went straight into his room to arrange all his clothes into the closet. Zahira himself has been bathing and praying ashar, he has also changed clothes with clothes bought by Adam several pairs in his bedroom closet. Adam had really prepared everything for himself.

"Have you taken a shower?" Zahira asked towards the mother-in-law who was sitting alone in the side yard.

"Yes son, your father bathed my mother." He answered while holding his daughter-in-law's hand to sit next to him.

"I'm sorry, I should've washed you." Zahira felt guilty.

"Why should I apologize, dear? It's my custom to bathe my mother, so you don't have to hesitate." Mother smiled softly.

"Because I also want to take care of my mother. Mom is my mom now." Answer Zahira.

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