Besan Ooooh Besan's...

Jealous

Hendra managed to control his heart. After the end of the mockery of the princess of course.

Keira cooks for dinner. They look like a real family with no marriage ties between their children.

In between their small talk while eating, Hendra expressed his plan.

"Why should a horse? Rethas did not like it. Smell" whine Aretha.

"You used to love ponies, right?"

"Yes but the character in the picture, not her original" Aretha continued to grumble.

"It's okay if you don't like it. Later papa make his house a little far away"

"Partially why the hell keukeuh miara kuda? cake other parents dong. That's a pheasant's noodle, or that chicken?"

"Well you think Babeh saddles what's a bird toy? Anyway yes, riding is one of the sports. There's a branch of his body, right? where there is a berburung, or rowing" said Hendra still do not want to lose with this girl's child.

"Whatever papa. But the promise is to keep his castle away from home"

"Yes, beaver"

"Trus mami with Rethah. Let's go to the office and drop mami at the store"

"Udah, mommy is just as good" Hendra chirped everyone together to stop eating.

"I mean papa anter" continued Hendra who felt bored with his speech earlier.

"Magazines are also horse noodles. The one who can ride the horse is just papa" again Aretha voiced her objection.

"Can I teach you" said the papa while biting on his smoked meat sandwich.

"Males ah's. Just stink. Mami aja tuh ajarin"

"Yes, I'll have papa ajarin kudaan"

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Keira coughed violently, making Hendra reflex approach and patting his back gently. Next to her hand was a glass of water.

Aretha who was about to spout her food as it was about to choke was also only able to shut her mouth restraining the laughter that was also almost gushing out.

Arga is confused.

Confused how to respond to a situation like this. Usually he is always willing to help and help his mother. But now, seeing the closeness of the mother to her father-in-law, she sure is not that simple.

"Responsibility loh pa" Aretha said indifferently as she reached for Arga's hand.

"Come, baby. Kita. My shirt is narrow. Cake apartment mami, some make narrow" circus Aretha.

"And our bike's in the office, baby"

"Udah, take papa's car"

"Trus will papa use what car"

"There's still selosin in the stables. Yes yok, hunted. The old hot retha is here"

Aretha wanted to make time for them. He instantly pulled Arga's hand strong.

"You do not realize the same mother papa have other relationships besides besanan?" asked Arga while paying attention to the road that was quite crowded.

"Why are you impulse?" Aretha asked back while chewing the snacks provided by the father in the car

"Yes, it's different. The dating guy diem diem. I'm uncomfortable to see" Arga replied with a quick glance. His face water showed dislike.

"You..jealous?" ask Aretha who read her husband's mimicry.

Arga immediately turned his head but he immediately pointed back to the streets. No accident with them.

"Ck. You said original. How could I be jealous" Arga said.

Aretha held out her hand about to put the potato chips with the slogan 'Life is never flat', and narrowed her eyes.

Arga unmoving.

Although she wants her mother to be happy with someone who can be sincerely happy, but there is a strange sense when she knows if there is a man who managed to stop in the heart of the mother.

Instantly he felt he would lose the figure of the woman who became his first love.

"You don't macem macem yeah. You belong to me. I'm not worried about them ending up in the sewer. So it doesn't have to be diem, does it?"

"But." Arga's speech hangs. Again stop the Aretha chewing action.

Arga felt empty when he imagined the reality he would face in the future. He hadn't thought of this before.

Where does she want her mom to be happy?

Aretha continued to look at the strange attitude of Arga. All this time he wasn't very protective of Keira. She even wants her mom to be happy.

But why does he look so weird now? What was meant by his first love that was true in the literal sense? Because if interpreted figuratively it is impossible for Arga to behave like this.

Think Aretha trying to deepen Arga's heart.

Yes, all this time Arga always shows his affection for mami.

Yes, all this time Arga has never disappointed my mother and always served her.

But it is the duty of all boys to their mother, and it is perfectly natural.

Arga never over-treated my mother.

Just hugging and kissing the cheek, it's not something to overdo, he thought.

He was also with Hendra, the papa, as it was when expressing affection between the child and the father.

"Do you feel like you're going to lose your mom?" ask Aretha to ventured.

"......."

Arga silently flinched. Can't explain his heart and mind.

He didn't even look at her one bit.

The look that led forward was empty.

"Well, then I'll make a blind date for them. Let each one get a partner" Aretha sighed harshly and gave a more nyelicious solution.

"Whatever blind date. You're not giving a real solution"

Aretha stunned.

She was amazed by the way her husband's mind had not even 1 month she looked.

"So, what do you think the real solution is? ngejodohin mami the same widower businessman who already aki trus busy ngeributin hereditary heritage. It's so stupid papa's widow rich socialite who menornya ngalahin clown birthday, is it?" the sarcophagus with a slick tone.

Arga opened his eyes not liking what was coming out of his wife's mouth.

"Do you want to keep your mom for yourself?" Aretha continued her argument in a soft tone but struck it down.

"I'll back off if that's the case. I can't compete with Mom. Get me down in front" he said, who then grabbed the car door handle.

Arga was immediately panicked.

"Darling, what the hell are you?"

Arga immediately grabbed the hand of Aretha who seemed to be desperate to open the car door.

"Udah we obrolin later fit nyampe home yes"

Arga calmed his wife who was poking her lips.

'Hadeeeh who's jealous who's trying'

inner Arga.

YOK ZAHIN OTHOR YOK LET THE SPIRIT UP AGAIN