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The car that Arya usually drives, now turns hands on Hikam, the man, his wife's brother to take the delivery.

Along the journey full of Ajeng babble, he could even still joke with his sister-in-law and her two mothers, there was Ratih and Tiwi ma'am, all dropping off Arya.

No matter narrow-narrow ria, after all only briefly and once only.

"Dear."

Ajeng understood, he immediately took Arya's hand even though the man did not give it up, brondong sweet if not obeyed later broke down, not so go.

Ajeng's spontaneous grasp made Ary's heart rustle, his blood would spill, he better leave it here.

"Have you ever been on a plane?"

"No, what's good, Mom?"

"Entar try if you can go abroad with me, want?"

"Yaiya wants to, but Ajeng can't speak their language, get lost later!"

"Kan, I can, Dear. You're the same as me going there, look out for other guys!" arya's expression turned sinister, she was completely possessive of the chicken's wife. "Dear-r"

"Yes, do not flirt with anyone, wong usually Mas Arya knows himself, who Ajeng see the chicken buttocks, the same jealous time chicken butt, hem?" sadgol, she's just shy her husband, if you can beat a bird that wants to be pepes it she's a jerk, standing danger later.

Arya returned to the outside again after taking care of the baggage process, there was still approximately one hour, she was reluctant to separate or wait for the plane inside there, better outside with Ajeng.

Repeatedly he refrained from silencing Ajeng's mouth with his lips, first stepping on the airport, much that Ajeng asked, even he ran from one corner to another.

Hap!

Arya catches the sweet body of the chocolate tub, not removed, she clutches while standing, so that other visitors and airport officials envy grimacing at her, can hug the couple and sniff the moist neck.

"Arya kayaknya heavy go Mr. Darma, from earlier do not want to be far from Ajeng." bu Tiwi from earlier noticed the two human children who were in the heat.

Mr. Darma chuckles. "Bu Tiwi does not know that at home, just sit down to ask for a lap, a special Ajeng for Arya, just like a chicken he is jealous, already loyal if jealous, good Ajengnya patient."

Loh, what kind of loyalty if angry, must be crowded if there is bude Lastri, can understand the loyalty of a demit model like Arya.

What is a terrible bed war?

Hush, Tiwi ma'am clapped her own head, she could think of dirty things, making her widow's soul ngaku virgin.

Again, up ahead before the time is completely up, Arya looks to kiss Ajeng's cheek, say she is shameless, just this way she gives a sign that she wants Ajeng to come along, what he gave the sign unfortunately did not understand.

"Which Semalem is sick, Dear?"

"What?"

Arya taps Ajeng's mouth, then she takes a brief peck.

"Oh, that's, nooo, yawis is just that, don't talk about it, shame!"

"Are you not being measured?"

"Big, hush!"

"No bige?" Arya continues to tease, even she licks Ajeng's ears, salty savory according to him. "I asked, didn't I?"

Ajeng glanced sharply, do not like to be embarrassed to discuss it, even though they did, but if discussed it feels strange.

Different from Arya who likes to be recognized, even though yesterday it was clear how Ajeng, he still wanted to hear again.

"Gue in, if you're married, Dear!" once again Arya kissed that forehead.

"Yes, every day I will tagarin you, want a photo yes I love," Reply Ajeng.

"What photo?"

The kupreettt!

Can-can cancel the operation because it continues to tense the bird shakes, hugging Ajeng like this he was crowded.

The hand of Ajeng and other families became the toughest farewell greetings for Arya, if only he could, he would have brought his wife, but he did not want Ajeng depressed and forced because he wanted to, if only he could, work as a consul bureau is very interested and later.

One message went to Ajeng's phone.

Husband: Dear, isn't he?

To wipe the photo that Arya just sent, right in the hallway of the plane, she has never been, but later she will know all that.

Your wife: Ganteng, Ajeng sampe trembling!

You can imagine how cool Arya read the reply from his wife, even the person who walked beside him was astonished at the cause.

Not only normal walking, Arya even held her phone, displayed a photo of her and Ajeng when she was just married, the idle and cheerful face of his wife seemed to fill all the space in his heart.

No, his life is full of Ajeng.

Husband: Dear, I'm in position, beside me gentlemen, you don't be afraid I play again ya, love you!

Ajeng had looked up, his heart pounding violently when there was one of the planes that passed just take off.

If only there were no Hikam nearby, he sure wouldn't be able to go home alone.

Well, Arya is not perfect, not a dream because the trail is so bad, everyone knows Arya for being bad.

But, Ajeng felt worthy when with Arya, free to express himself, not afraid of Arya upset, because his emotions Arya not away, but closer.

"Aren't you the same demit?"

"Yes, Mas Hikam. That month he said, but it's a long time if usually both, right?" Waving her hands up, not knowing it was the plane that her husband was riding or not, greetings only there. "I want to go home, okay?"

"May, the Goddess cooks a lot, the kids miss you, come on!"

Ajeng nodded, he kept his phone just stepped back, sometimes he looked at the waiting room bench, really he missed the babbling of her husband.

Along the way he was silent, until everyone tried to find materials so that Ajeng would talk.

"Jeng, tomorrow I'm going to the rancher, you want to come?"

"But, Do the work, sir."

"Sorenya, you come home from work, come straight along, same Mom, yes Mom?"

Madam Ratih nodded immediately, but who did not understand the chicken and egg business, for the sake of her daughter-in-law's smile, better Ajeng rambled ria than he was silent, like the road in the tomb area alone.

"Boleh, Ajeng later metemenin the same father Mother, eheheheheh."

"Excite for the egg business, if it's done, will be able to focus at home, Jeng!" bu Tiwi chimed.

Ajeng remembered, he would focus, let him have a job later even though he was not in the village.

"Aren't you going to the house?"

"Sir, Ajeng can stay at Mas Hikam's house?" Ajeng asked permission from Mr. Darma.

"Maybe, while in the same parlor of Mas Hikam's house, may, other than that do not!" mr. Darma chuckles.

Ajeng suddenly held on to Hikam's shoulder, who else would be his back if not Hikam, only the man he had in descending order.

I promise not to be naughty, not cockfighting, just keep the chickens laying eggs, Mas Arya. Duuhhh, I've been missing, fortunately your jacket at home has not been washed, it could be a sleep cement, kuangennn!

Cengar-cengar himself.