Being Match with Lecturers

Nindy Why??

After being satisfied around the house they will live in later. Now they are on their way home, precisely back to the Mahendra family residence, or the home of Mr. Varo's parents.

"Assynnya!" they both cried when they got to the door.

"Glamma!" answer those who are inside.

Chequek.

The door opened, revealing Sarah with her bright smile.

"Why not say if you want to come," said Sarah excited. They smiled, and greeted Sarah. And he took his son and his ex in.

"It just so happened to be from looking around Ma's house, so all of you stopped by, not far too," said Mr. Varo and occupied the sofa.

"Oh yeah? What's the house, you like it?" ask Sarah to alya.

"Like Ma. The same view of the yard is also good to see," said Alya.

"Good, it's Varo's own design that chooses." Sarah said.

"While waiting for papa to come, how about we cook lunch?" ask Sarah.

"OK lah Ma," said Alya steady.

"Can you cook?" Spicy questions came out of her husband's own mouth. Duh, it's like Alya took out the chillies in Mr. Varo's mouth.

"Don't underestimate me sir! Gini-gini alone is also good at cooking times," said Alya arrogantly. Makes Sarah chuckle.

"Sooking water?"

"For a long time why did you add ngeselin anyway?" alya said with her jutek look.

Mr. Varo just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, Alya was already snorting in annoyance. Her husband is now not much different from her brother Dar.

"Not to be in ladenin, baby. Can foam our mouths, he's just a bitch. We better cook," said Sarah in Alya berguki. But before stepping her legs, Alya stuck her tongue out toward Mr. Varo. In reply to the sharp gaze of the empress.

Sarah shook her head, but it could not be denied that she was very happy. This kind of atmosphere that he had longed for. Hoping for his house to rame with the ignorant quarrels of his children, the voice complained. But there was an incident that made him lose that hope.

"What are we cooking, Ma?"

"What do you like cooking?" ask Sarah back.

"Many Ma" Alya joked.

"Emm .. cook capcay, stir-fry kale, omelette sausage, vegetable omelette, there are still others Ma. But yes, if it comes magernya not cooking," said Alya giggling.

"Later tired, tell your husband to cook. Let's not just paper work with a laptop."

"Ready if it's Ma" said Alya with his spirit. And they began to cook interspersed with the jokes of the ghost and in-laws that occasionally ART there follow nimbrung.

It seemed like they were very happy and easily familiar with his new mistress.

"Done." After struggling with kitchen tools, finally their cooking is ready.

"Bik Anterin to the dining table huh!" ask Sarah.

"Ready Boy."

"Alya also helped Ma," said Alya and began bringing their cooking dinner shirts.

The sound of the roar of the car from outside, maybe Mr. Aryo has come home from the office.

"Mama ahead first yes. I think your papa has come," said Sarah in Alya.

All the food was neatly arranged on the table, as well as plates and glasses. Footsteps were heard, appearing three people simultaneously.

"Wih yangnih definitely," said Aryo.

"Yes dong. Who used to cook," Sarah said, embracing her daughter-in-law's shoulder. Aryo just laughed, and went to wash his hands in the follow Mr. Varo.

"Jaudah is sitting down." The four of them sat.

"Where's your side dish Pa?"

"Where do you want, sir?"

Sarah and Alya simultaneously asked, with the same question. Make the three of them laugh, remember! Just three. One is just a goat.

"The same old boy is very compact" said Aryo smiling.

"We're a couple ... aren't we Al?"

"Yes Mam" said Alya cekiki.

"What's 'Sir?"

"Kale sauteed with shrimp capcay" said Mr. Varo. Alya reported the side dish her husband asked for, and after taking it he gave it to Mr. Varo.

Then they started eating, without anyone making a sound. Because no one is bothering each other. Not the same as if there is Darren, it has been made sure the dining table will be ruffled made.

After eating, Alya helped wash the dishes. Although it has been banned, but Alya still wants to help. And Sarah relented, but she was happy, her daughter-in-law was very kind.

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Now they are gathering while joking, the house feels crowded with Alya who is talking about Darren who often bothers him, about his two best friends somplak not kelulungan, about the campus, even about the lecturer beside him now.

Many times Alya and Varo argue only because of trivial problems. For example, at this time ....

"And I'm the lecturer, so it's up to me dong."

"But not professional sir. I as an oppressed college student, feel zolimi," Alya said with his drama, making the two middle-aged parents laugh.

"That's just you being a paper."

"It's only natural that I baper sir. Ngancem's using value, E value anyway."

"For you not to argue!"

"Yes but —."

Drtc .. drtt.

Alya stopped talking, as her phone rang.

"But Ma, Pa, Alya pick up the phone first." They just nodded.

"Hello?"

"Hiks .. hiks." came the crying voice of the caller.

"Nindy lo why?" alya panicked. The one who called was Nindy.

"Hiks ... Al, Papa is evil!"

"Om Alif why Nin? Lo why?" alya asked frantically, making the three people nearby sharpen her hearing.

"Hiks .. I want a story. Lo hiks .. where?" asked Nindy on the sidelines of her crying.

"In my in-laws' house, you come here. I sharelok the address. But you can drive?"

"Hiks .. there's Nana who's driving, who's tormenting."

"You guys be careful."

"Yaudah I hiks .. close yes."

"Yes." Yeah."

The call was interrupted, Alya exhaled his coarse breath. What else is wrong with his best friend?

"Why baby?" ask Sarah's mom.

"Nindy Ma's. Alya doesn't know why. Alya told me to come here, is it okay, right?"

"It's okay dong. Want even a campus here, Mama no problem," said Sarah joking.

A few minutes they chatted while waiting for Nindy and Nana to come, unable to hide the worried look from Alya's face about her best friend.

"Excuse Nyah. He said outside there was his friend Non Alya," said one of ART.

"Ah yes. Thanks Bik."

"Sir, Mah Pa, Alya first yes," said Alya in a nod to the three of them.

On the terrace there was Nindy with her eyes moist, and Nana who kept stroking Nindy's back.

"Mine!"

"Alya." Nindy immediately rushed to hug Alya's body, fortunately Alya jago keep the balance so as not to fall sprawled.

"Shhh. Take it easy, you why?"

"Hiks .. hiks." But there was only a crying sound heard. All these years of knowing Nindy, she never cried so hard. Nindy is a strong girl, very smart to hide her life problems.

Alya glanced towards Nana, the girl shrugged both of her shoulders not knowing. From earlier he tried to ask Nindy to explain, but only a slug and a crying sound came out of Nindy's mouth.

"Jas. Go in yuk."

"Hiks .. Is it okay? I met while crying gini, I can guess I was bunting again so hold the house people accountable," said Nindy. Alya same Nana compactly flicked Nindy's forehead, and laughed. Just look now, even though he was very sad, he still had time to joke around. Although a little crisp.

"What story do you want? Om Alif what's your name?" Now they are in the living room, accompanied by drinks and snacks. Nana had already picked up a snack jar, making Alya shake her head to see the behavior of her best friend this one, do not know the place.

"Papa Al, he ...."