
Mama only serves simple food on the table. After talking to the chairul family.
Spicy squid Sweet, same vegetable soup stir-fried bitter melon teri. Lauk nya Ogg Dadar, the same tempe Goreng served by Mama.
"I'm sorry Mom.. Just the way it is " said Mama.
"Waah Bu Masita is really good at cooking.. When can you cook with me"
"Bu Ivone could have.maybe, Next time we cook Iga soup with ya Ma'am.."
Mr. Chairul Asik chatted with Papa as well as Ms. Ivone and Mama.
I myself was busy feeding Tristan. Mr. Adit just kept quiet and smiled, smile,
"Hi little boy! Whose name is it! My name is Om Rizal!" Rizal stalling his hand.
"Tristan Om..." Tristan returned Rizal's hand.
"You don't ride the bike! We walk the fish clay in the same dam duck!! Won't you???"
"You! Want to! Come on!"
"But ask permission first with Grandma and Grandpa!!"
"okay!!"
I guess, everyone has Rizal to take Tristan on the road with his Ompreng motor.
Only Mr. Adit seems to object.
"Be careful.don't speed," said Mr. Adit.
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After traveling kurangg more his 3 hours long. At the end of the day, I arrived at Midia's hometown.
Even I didn't expect, to have to meet her super weird sister by accident.
His manner and manner are very similar to his brother.
I was surprised to see the Midia family. Strange but very warm. There are several awards attached to the wall as well as the Table.
I drove myself to Bandung without his knowledge. His family response was kind and warm.
Papa expressed the intention that made him come here.
"As Papa said.. Our intention is to come here especially me, the first is to Pilaturahmi..The second one to Lure Kamidia to be my Wife Om..Aunt.. She is also a mother to Tristan..I Wish Om and Auntie would accept this proposal of mine..Sincere in my heart, though I have only known Kamidia..I'm sure to be Kamidia as my Wife. "
"I Accept the goodwill of Nak Adit, About Pinangan Nak Adit..Om returns it to Midia, Om only asks Happy Kamidia.. Take care of Kamidia as Om and Aunt look after and take care of him." replied Om Tanjung. "How's Mid???" added Om Tanjung, now it's my turn to ask Midia.
"Mids... Aunty wishes you would accept Adit's proposal huh.. Tristan loves you very much.. Only you, Nid, can be a mother to Tristan. " Mama's Pinta with her eyes glazed over.
Kamidia was silent for a moment, then nodded her head. Mama and Papa smiled happily to see Midia would accept my proposal.
"I promise, will be happy kn and take care of Kamidia as much as I can om and aunt..". Say it sincerely.
"Message! When do we decide the day of our child's engagement??" smbung Mom enthusiastic
"No matter what, Masita, I call besan! ".Mama just keep nerocos.
"It's okay Miss Ivone."
Then I asked permission to go to the bathroom with Kamidia.
Her house is very graceful and beautiful.
"Mid.." I grabbed his arm.
"Sir Adit??" looking at my hands that were stuck in his arms,
"Thank you, we'll get married soon"
"Sir Adit sure?? Want to marry me??"
"You think I'm kidding! Away from Jakarta here..still you don't believe??"
"Not that! We just got to know.. Be honest, sir! I'm not ready if Mr Adit later asked for the Rights of the Father as a husband??"
"Don't call me Father! Except at the office!?!"
"Mas Adit??? Hahaha weird!"
"Not funny!!!"
"Yes Sorry! How was??? I'm not ready yet!"
"I won't force.. Until you're really ready.Give me your rights as a wife!"
"okay!!"
"And one more.. Don't tell me the same guy in the office! I'm not ready in Bully!"
"You embarrassed???"
"That's not what Adit is!! I need time!!"
"I'm not your Father!!! It can be set.asal you according to me!"
"Yes! After marriage I want to work".
"We'll see.."
"But Mas Adit?? I still want to work???"
"I didn't marry just for myself..But also Tristan. Tristan needs Mid's attention and affection..Please!? I hope you understand"
Kamidia just glared at me
Tristan looks very happy on the road with Rizal. I've never seen Tristan this chatty.
When it was four o'clock in the afternoon, we immediately say goodbye just Tristan who is still reluctant.
With all persuasion Rizal and Midia end Tristan want to be brought home.