Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 70 — Mamah

“Darling, this is how the hell happened because, I do not understand..” I asked from the desk to learn to disturb Bu Lisa who was playing laptop.

“You have to do it yourself, Mas, it's about Adek for you later Adek also the ones who do it.” Miss Lisa replied without looking at me.

I scratched my head, stared at the barrage of things on paper, hard. I tried to think about answering the math problem for up to 30 minutes, but it still didn't work.

I took a deep breath and closed my book.

“Let's go, tomorrow-tomorrow can too. If it can be done tomorrow why it must be now.” I said steadily.

I lay down on the bed, right next to my wife who is currently still struggling with her laptop.

“Loh, the task completed?” she asked.

“Tomorrow ajalah.. if it can be done tomorrow why must now.” I grinned widely, repeating the previous words.

“Where would anyone think that? There is also ‘if it can be done now why should wait tomorrow’. Not the opposite..”.

“There is, this..your husband is proof.” I peeked at his cheek, chuckling at jail. “Lagian you too anyway, do not bother husband again trouble, will I finally give up.”

“Kan Adek who made a problem, the time must be Adek also answer, it's PR you have to finish, Mas.”

“Hehe…. Yes-yes, tomorrow I do it baby, if it's late. Well, it's you again what, hm? Tasks in the office?” I stared at the laptop screen on his thigh.

“Not, Mas, it's that restaurant job.”

“Eh, instead of you giving up all on your right hand, who did I forget his name? Jinjin is not, oh Jingjing is it?”

“Hush, you are Mas, the same irreverent habit as the older ones. His name is Mr. Zinjin.”

“Yaa same, same there is ‘JinJin’?” I stay still. There's a strange name like that.

Ms. Lisa rolled her eyes lazily, she did not answer anymore and chose to focus on her laptop screen. While I who was beside him leaned his head on his shoulder.

The clock shows the number ten in the night, it's time for people to fall asleep. Slowly my eyes were the same, slacking down.

I lay my body on the bed, yawned wide. “Adek sleep yuk.. it works tomorrow again.”

“Iya for a minute, this also want to be finished.”

Ms. Lisa typed in a few seconds before closing her laptop. He laid his body beside me, then pulled a blanket over both of us.

I immediately pulled her body in the embrace, clutching her face to the chest. “Good sleep, Kalisa.” I smiled, pecking at his head.

“Good sleep, Mas.”

We close our eyes together, sleep in the arms of the night, sleep in the shade of the sky, sleep together among the twinkling stars dotting the sky.

The night wind seeped into the window curtain, weaving like dancing. The sound of animals chanting melodious, whispering tones melted the eyes.

***

On the millionth Sunday, a hundred million times, a billion times a year. The light of the sun shines brightly up the top of the sky, boasting the greatness and majesty that has created it.

I sat in the middle of the house, nimble to play the PS stig which is again played. Sometimes I grunt in anger at losing, sometimes I laugh when I win. By playing PS I can change the emotions in such a short time like turning the palm of the hand.

My wife is now in the kitchen to cook, the smell of her cooking is smelled all the way here. I was curious about the cuisine, but soon paused, better choose to continue playing the game.

Suddenly when the atmosphere is comfortable at home, there is no disturbance. The sound of the door knocking was heard from the front, I who was excited to play had to stop first, choosing to open the door.

When I opened the door it was a shock to see who was visiting, my eyes widened. “Mamah..”.

“Basic, dating has forgotten the same family.” My mother without any further ado instantly reached my ears.

“Ampun, Mah.. Forgive... pain Mah..” I scream in pain.

“Ohh, Mamah thought you forgot your parents. It's been 9 months you've never been home, huh!” My mother nudged my ears harder.

“Ampun Mah, Raka forgot..”.

“Lupa!? Good good, son forgets his parents that.”

I gulped, not ready to string up excuses for my mother. Luckily, before my ears almost slipped off, Kalisa came from the kitchen, he was still wearing an apron with his right hand holding a spatula.

“Aduhh, this is Mamah's son-in-law huh? Long time no see dear.”

“That's it, Mom, Lisa misses mom.” Lisa smiled.

“Hush, don't call mom, call me Mom. You are the son of Mama.”

Hearing that, Miss Lisa became misbehaved, not knowing what to say. He turned the other topic around allowing my mother to go inside.

I stood in the doorway, watching them both leave. You know, it feels like I was totally ignored, like the wind.

Before that introduce, she was my mother, my mother, my parents. Her name is Ms. Ratna, or I used to call her ‘Mamah’.

My mother is 37 years old, beautiful, kind, meek (Note; a little fierce to her child), and maybe her attitude will be a little childish. My mother has a charismatic aura that is extraordinary, those who only see the viewer will reflect to act polite, do not want to touch him, keep his feelings.

“Jeez Raka! You love to play games!” My mother glared sharply as she saw the PS I was playing was in the middle of the house. “You should be more mature, don't play games.”

“Eh, no, Mah, that's today really, just for entertainment.” I scratched my head, wrong way.

“Hahh... You are, you are up to you. Now you finish the game then take a drink for mom.”

“Eh, I'm Mah?” I pointed at myself, not believing.

“Iya. Who else? Same mom Kalisa wants to chat here.”

I exhaled a rough breath, immediately cleaned up the PS and picked up a drink for my Mamah. After all that, I sat down with them both.

“You are here alone, Father is not coming?” I immediately asked, cutting off the chat of Kalisa and my mama.

“No, your father has a job out of town for 3 days, Mom is alone at home. The reason Mamah came here is also because of that, Mamah wants you to stay at Mamah's house for 3 days, itung-itung accompanies. How, can you?” My mother turned to look at Ms. Lisa, intending to ask her.

“If Kalisa follow the decision of Mas Raka aja, Mah.” Miss Lisa answered politely.

“Mas Raka? Honey, you call my son ‘Mas’?”

Miss Lisa nodded, smiling.

“Aiya, romantic once turned out you guys. So miss Papa gini, uh.” My mother immediately covered her mouth with her hand, mistakenly misspeaking.

Me and Miss Lisa held back the laughter of seeing my mother misbehaving. In the end I agreed to stay there, because it had been a long time since I was married.

After that my mother went away saying goodbye, couldn't stay here longer, she said there were other matters that were more important. We just drove him to the door, kissed his hand, said goodbye.

“Mas, your mother is very beautiful, graceful again, Adek was so nervous in front of her.” Ms. Lisa told me after the car my mother was driving had left.

I knit my eyebrows, then smiled. “You are also beautiful dear, My mother and you are both angels of Mas.”

“Hm? Basic dreadlocks..”

I chuckled and immediately kissed her cheek, “But in my opinion, you are my most beautiful wife.”

My wife suddenly blushed, “Apasih, Mas, unclear.”

“Clearly, really, that means you are the most beautiful angel Mas.”

The blush! Miss Lisa's face turned red.

“Sini, darling, Mas hug first.” I spread out my hands, smiling.

Miss Lisa timidly approached me. I just smiled then reached out to hug her little body.

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