BEING THE WIFE OF HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 83. CRAVING FRUIT SOP

Finally, the car boarded by Rama and Kian had reached the parking lot of the Amarta residence. After parking his car, Rama went down first and walked around to open the car door for his wife. With painstakingly Rama protects the upper head of Kian so as not to hit. Then after that take the woman to enter the house.

Not yet at the door, Grandpa Bimo quickly opened the rectangular box. A warm smile greeted the two couples. Kian and Rama also smiled back at the grandfather.

"Grandfather," said Kian. He kissed the back of Grandpa's hand. It was followed by Rama.

"How are you, son?" ask Grandpa Bimo to Kian.

"Good cake" replied Kian.

"Thank God. Grandpa was very surprised and worried earlier, when he heard from the waiter that you were taken to the hospital," said Grandpa Bimo again. Kian smiled.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I've made grandpa worry."

"It's okay, son. But next time, please take care of your health. Remember there is a great-grandfather growing in your womb. And grandfather does not want anything bad to happen, either to you or the great-grandfather," said Bimo's grandfather. Not a single drop of water came out of his eyes. He was very afraid of losing his granddaughter-in-law and also his future great-grandfather.

Seeing this, Kian immediately hugged the grandfather.

"Grandfather don't cry. I promise grandfather, from now on, from this second on, I will take care of myself and also the great-grandfather," said Kian with a hand that caressed his own stomach. Grandpa finally smiled again.

ECHEMS…

Rama who had only been made a statue by the couple's grandfather and granddaughter-in-law finally cleared their throat to wake them if there were not only the two of them there. The grandfather laughed at the jealousy of his grandson.

"Can we continue on inside? Because honestly the weather tonight is getting colder," said Rama interrupted.

"alright. Come Nak!" Grandpa invited Kian in. The girl nodded and followed the grandfather.

"Well, why was the only one invited in just his daughter-in-law's granddaughter? Ah not fair grandfather," grumbled Rama slowly while walking after them both. But just as Rama's feet were about to step into the house, Kian's voice interrupted.

"Mas wait!" kian. One leg of Rama who had been lifted and was about to set his foot into the house finally he had to pull back.

"What's the matter, baby?" 

Kian and also Grandpa Bimo turned back to approach Rama who was still standing outside.

"Mas, I want to eat some fruit soup" Kian said. Grandpa Bimo was a little surprised by what Kian said but in the next second he smiled instead. He was very happy because it seemed like his future great-grandfather was going to prank his father again.

"What's? Fruit soup? Just be right. It's already night. Where does anyone sell fruit soup at night like this?" rama's words sounded in a frustrated tone.

"I don't want to know. Where do you go to cake, anyway I want to eat fruit soup. You know, my body feels very hot. And if you eat cold fruit soup, it will still taste really cool here," said Kian while pointing at his own neck.

"But it's true donk dear. You can crav but that makes sense a little donk. It's almost midnight. The vendors selling dinner were also close. Where is there a merchant who sells fruit soup."

"Will not buy it?" say Kian with eyes that have glazed.

"It's not so dear. Or so it goes. Hmm, I'll buy you some fruit soup tomorrow morning" Rama said. 

"Eh but early in the morning there will be no selling fruit soup," thought Rama.

"I mean, tomorrow afternoon." 

Rama quickly read his words. His eyes turned towards the grandfather trying to ask for help. Because Rama thought that not only the grandfather who always his wife participated? But the reaction of the grandfather was completely unexpected. The middle-aged man simply shrugged both of his shoulders and put on a plain face. And then he smiled too. Rama looked back at Kian's dreamy face. He hoped his wife would agree. Because to be honest his body was very tired and he wanted to quickly rest.

He looked at the husband's face in silence. Shortly after, he said again.

"Just if Mas does not bring fruit soup, Mas can not enter the house," said Kian who immediately closed the door. Shocked Rama went ahead and knocked on the door.

"Darling, baby don't be like this. I beg. I am really very tired tonight. Please let me in" Rama kept asking, but the door kept closing.

With a little anger Rama finally relented. He got back in the car and started driving his vehicle in search of fruit soup. But as expected if it is night and no one is selling fruit soup. Rama is almost stressed. He rattled his own hair. If only he still had his cruel nature, he would have preferred to go to the hotel and sleep there. Let the wife wait for the fruit soup at home. But now he can't do that. Especially in the stomach of the wife there is a prospective child.

Rama eventually decides to go to Samir's house. He thought it might be possible that his best friend could help him find a reference where the fruit soup trader is still open at this hour. 

After arriving in front of the house of the friend, actually he was a little hesitant to knock. He was afraid that Samir would sleep. Rama almost turned his body intending to go back because he did not want to disturb the friend. But in the next second he finally decided to bother Samir alone rather than he could not get into the house.

Moments after Rama knocked, Samir was seen opening the door. The man looked fresh and it made Rama a little confused.

"You haven't slept?" ask Rama. Samir shook his head.

"I can't sleep. What's up?"

"Hmm, Lian. Do you know where the fruit soup seller is still open at this time?"

Samir looked at the watch in his hand then looked back at the man in front of him.

"It seems like it's been a very night. And there will be no fruit soup seller that is still open at this time" replied Samir.

"That's what I explained to her, too. But he doesn't care. He locked the door instead and wouldn't let me in if he didn't bring him some fruit soup." Rama looked to have ruffled his hair again. Samir a little smile to see the condition of the friend who looks very messy.

"Come in!" bring Samir.

"No. Looks like I'll have to find another fruit soup seller."

"Come in. I'll make you some fruit soup. And then you tell me you bought it" Samir explained. Rama looked flabbergasted.

"Can you make fruit soup?"

"Little children can also make fruit soup. Come on in!"

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