BECAUSE IT'S...YOU!! Mother-IN-LAW

NEW HP

Chapter 24.

POV AZZAHRA

That beautiful night we spent making love. Mas Farhan is like very strong and can give me the maximum. The next morning we took a shower and then prayed Fajr. I'm cooking to bring provisions to the lake that were planned last night together.

After that, I cleaned and washed clothes so that there were no dependents of homework.

At half-morning, the two of us left for Telaga, a cold and very nice recreation area. We boarded the boat together around the lake and we chose to eat rabbit satay. The lake is on the slopes of a mountain in Java, and the air is cool. After the Dzhuhur prayer we returned home which is one hour from Telaga.

Arriving at home there mbak Santi, I saw his joints are always used. There is no dona because there is only a pair of sandals on the edge of the terrace.

"Mas, there's Santi tuh!" my word.

"Let it go, let's just go in the room. I'm tired of wanting to rest. Later in the afternoon we buy HP for you!" the answer.

"Yes, thank you, baby!" my reply.

"Yes are the same." Mas Farhan smiled at me.

We went into the room. After the Ashar prayer we went out again to the Mall that we had never visited to buy a fairly good HP for me. After that, Farhan invited me to eat in a field restaurant. We ate well and went home.

"Honey, we pray Magrib first, it has not been, there is still time?" ask husband.

"Yes, um." We immediately take ablution water and pray Magrib congregation.

"Honey, we're going to his house mak Hasnah, yuk. He said after a week we can go there again!" said husband.

"Say more strongly, huh? Hehe."

"You do, I'll let joss add more..Hehehe.” Husband chuckles.

"You are Joss Mas....Last time you asked for..Long time!" my reply.

"Hehehehe, you are also more and more great at serving me...Hihihihi!" ledek my husband.

"Yes, let's go, so as not to be late." I'm standing.

"Dear on, let's go!"  We went to Mak Hasnah's house. I locked the bedroom door as usual and went out to the porch shutting the front door and exiting the house..

We walked to Mak Hasnah's house leisurely and joined my husband.

"Assalamualaikum," said we

"Waalaikumsalam" answered his son from inside the house. Door opened.

"Eh, om Farhan" said a 10-year-old child.

"Emak's there?" ask husband.

"You don't have any more at Lek Bejo's house" he replied.

"Oh again mijit?" ask again.

"Yes, I don't know!"

"Yes, greetings to my mother!" My husband stroked over his head.

"Yes, I'll tell you!"

"Yes, thank you, Nita."

"Yes, you're both!" Then we returned to our way home relaxed..

"Darling, what's HP? Nice isn't?" Look at my husband in my face.

"Thank God, good, I'm so happy. Thank you, my smile expands.

"Dear, you want to write a novel?" ask again.

"So, God willing. I can write from HP, hopefully I can ease my husband's burden" I said happily.

"There is no burden dear, it is my duty to support you..!" answer my husband in a firm tone.

"Yes, and you're responsible for it!"

"Yes dear. Let's go to the night market, maybe there's a lot of entertainment...All right, I'm gonna eat meatballs from there?" Then we turned in the opposite direction.

"Aren't you tired?"

"No, why?"

"Yes, I love meatballs, baby!" answer with a smile.

"Then I will make meatballs yes, feel the meatballs made by me later. I used to sell meatballs in the village!" my answer.

"Oh yeah? Really?" ask my husband in shock.

"Yes, you used to sell meatballs and chicken noodles. It's good to have our meatballs, but I think there's too many micins!" I said while looking out into the street.

"Hm, is that it? So we'll mesen not use micin ajah baby?"

"Yes, that's why I never wanted to use micin, mas!"

"Yes, you don't always use micin!" We went to the Night Market, and this time the visitors were very crowded, so we just went for a walk and took a ride once, nostalgia is still small.

"Hahaha, good baby, I used to love being invited to the night market to ride this!" sahut.

"Oh yeah? Was there a mas?" I just want to squint my eyes again.

"Udah, but we do have to go to the city, far from here, not as close as you can just walk..!" the answer.

"Hm, is that it?"

"Love we eat meatballs!" bring mas Farhan.

"Boleh mas..Yuk!" We walked to the meatball stall, entered and sat down, and Farhan ordered two bowls of meatballs.

"Mas, means that the fertilizer and treatment you follow is really good, huh?" ask me about organic fertilization.

"Yes dear, quite, the cost of capital is also rising only a little. But you have to keep the water too!" the answer.

"Hm, organic is good mas.the name is also from growing too!"

"Yes, safe anyway. Pestisidanya can actually ward off pests to not want to go there!" sahut.

"Mas, here's the meatball. How come tumben is still here in the afternoon?" ask the seller.

"So the abis of the night market is just padet. How strange is it, it's still a full afternoon?" ask Mas Farhan while stirring the meatballs.

"Haha, mass..In the harvest season, the harvest this time was all a good average!" answer the meatball seller while cleaning some chairs.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah!" sahut mas Farhan who has started to taste the meatball sauce.

"What drink?" ask the meatball seller.

"I'm just ice orange!" said husband.

"I am too!" sahutku.

"Yes already, iced orange two huh?"

"Yes, um." Husband assented. We ate the meatballs with a gluttony, a few minutes later we finished eating the meatballs. Mas Farhan lit his cigarette.

I drank the orange ice .

"Mas, milling from tomorrow?"

"Dear, half of it I've sold, but the other half is still in the form of grain, then some of it is placed first in the warehouse!" suhut my husband while spitting his smoke in the other direction.

"Hm...!"

"Here you go, baby, we go home, like it's going to rain. Good thing yesterday when the harvest no rain." My husband stood up.

"Yes mas!" We walked back to the house and when I got home I was greeted with a friendly face Dona who was visiting at home and Mother even jutek.

"Assalamualaikum," said we.

"Waalaikum hail Han, where are you from?" ask Dona kindly.

"From sightseeing. What the hell are you doing here again?" ask my husband in a sniffle tone.

"Sir, I want to say goodbye to Mom, I want to go home first!" the answer.

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