Bride Pay
Chapter 9
After finishing lunch Wulan and Saints gathered in the living room.
“Cici darling,” call Wulan to her daughter-in-law.
“Hem... Mama just called me what?” The Saints made sure he didn't hear wrong.
“Cici..” replied Wulan, “why do you call you by that name?” Wulan felt bad.
“Oh. Suci kind of surprised aja mama can know the little name Suci!” say Holy while reviewing a smile.
“Oh... so Cici is your little name?” ask Wulan who just found out.
“Iya mam, that's my little name. When I was living in a parlor, everyone there would call me Cici. So even when I was still working, I told my friends at work to call me by that name!” the Holy Word explained to Wulan with a sumringah face.
“Oh... So that's it, mama guess only mama who can call you with the cute name, but it turns out that's your little name yes!” Wulan was a bit disappointed because the new cute name she wanted to dub to her daughter-in-law had actually been in her since childhood.
“Mama do not be disappointed so dong,” said Suci when seeing the disappointed face of Wulan, “mama can also call me by that name!” suci said while reviewing a smile.
“Ah... not very exciting if mama does not have a special call for you!” said Wulan with a pouting face.
“Yes my mom. Mom is funny yes!” the Holy Word was funny with his in-laws' behavior.
“Em... gini aja, how if mama call you with call Milk only!” wulan said with a smile.
“Mama, Suci this is not a healthy drink, mama there is aja deh!” holy Word while laughing happily with the nickname given by his mother.
“Hehehe.... Yes also yes!” wulan said with a smile.
“Oh yes mam, I have two months of marriage with brother Alam, but I do not know what is liked and disliked brother Alam. Mama can tell me what my sister likes and what she doesn't like?” ask the Sacred in a cautious tone.
“Hah... you don't know about all that?” Wulan felt surprised by what her daughter-in-law asked.
‘Duh... Why do I ask my mom? Mama is suspicious of my question?’ the Sacred Mind condemns its own folly.
“Serious you don't know?” ask Wulan again.
“Em... em... I just know a little mam about sister Nature, so I went to mama kayak?” sacred Word made an excuse while commenting on the awkward smile.
“Oh so...” said Wulan, “ya already okay if the problem is, besides you guys you just got married a few months so that's natural!” said Wulan while rubbing the back of Holy hands.
“Iya mam,” Suci reviewed a sweet smile to Wulan.
“But there is one thing you should know, Nature does not like anyone hiding something from her so you do not try to hide something from her huh!” wulan commemorates her son-in-law.
“Oh so yes mam,” replied Suci in a low tone, “ya deh mam, I promise I will not hide anything from kak Alam!” The saint promised his in-laws.
Hearing the words from Saints, Wulan's face smiled brightly and she hugged her daughter-in-law.
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The evening when Suci was still at her in-laws' house, the afternoon when she wanted to go back to her house but Wulan forbade Suci to go home, Wulan asked Suci to wait for her husband to come pick her up, finally, inevitably, Suci complied with the request of her in-laws.
“Kak Alam really long yes home?” holy Gutter while continuing to stare at the entrance, “does he not-don't already go home again?” sacred Connections.
Suci constantly stared at the entrance hoping her husband would come to pick her up soon. The night was getting late but the awaited had not yet come to pick up Saints at her in-laws, Suci became anxious towards Nature.
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“Suci...!!” Wulan once again called out her daughter-in-law's name when she did not hear the voice of the Saints, Wulan felt even more astonished that her daughter-in-law did not answer her call.
“Washing again where are you? Called not answered!” muttered Wulan while walking towards the living room.
“Suci, where are you, dear? Su-” Wulan words instantly stopped, “ya gosh it turns out he overslept here!” murmured Wulan when he found the person he was looking for asleep on the sofa of the living room.
“Pity, he must be exhausted. Where the hell is this Al? Are you home at nine o'clock too? Oh yes.. papi kok also haven't come home?” said Wulan who just realized that her husband is also not home, “try me to call papi deh!” wulan said, and she called her husband.
The Journey of Inspiration.
Ilham's cell phone rang and he immediately raised the call.
“Ya hello mam.”
“Papi, where the hell is that papi? How come you haven't come home yet?” wulan said from there with a curious tone as well as worried.
“Mum overtime cow, this is already on the way home!” reply Ilham, “mami do not have to worry like dong!” ilham said in a seductive tone to his wife.
“Ye... who is worried about papi!” Wulan avoided her husband's words.
“Lah... This is proof mami called papi!” ledek Ilham again.
“Mami that call papi just want the name of the Al already home not yet from the office? It's late at this time he hasn't come home yet!” wulan said she meant to call Ilham.
“Al...? Al came home an hour ago. Why did mommy nanyain the Al?” Inspiration to wonder.
“He really came home an hour ago?” Wulan could not believe what her husband said on the phone.
“Yeah mam, when did papi lie to mami?” ask his wife.
“So he came home an hour ago, he hasn't picked up his wife yet!” Wulan was both astonished and upset that she had been home an hour from the office but her son had not returned to pick up his daughter-in-law.
“Hah... the beautiful one is there mam?”
“Yes he was here again, this afternoon before Al left for the office he brought Suci here, he said that Suci was not lonely at home alone!” Wulan told Ilham.
“Ya have you taken care of Suci aja, let papi call Al ya?!” Ilham.
“Ya is yes. Tell Al if he doesn't come straight here mami will be angry with him. It's good to make my favorite daughter-in-law wait long!” wulan said to her husband.
“Iya mam, yes bye bye wife!” ilham said in a seductive tone to his wife.
“Bye bye also my husband!” wulan said with a smile. After that, they ended the call.
“Yeah Al, where are you again? You can make your wife wait like that!” ilham said in a furious tone while looking for her son's phone number.
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