Dear Mr. Brutal Mario

I'm Busy

Frans has been hospitalized for five days. The man was allowed to go home this morning. Mario and Val pick up while the kids wait at home.

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight."

"Papa. Slow down the road." Said Ladit immediately moved from sitting followed by son Mario.

"Yes. Papa is young. What do you think grandpa is."

"Om how's he doing?"

"Om good. It's healed."

"Oms. Remember the doctor said. Stay away from the so-called unhealthy lifestyle. Especially Alcohol. Danger is."

"Yes." Yeah."

"You know, Val help. Dad. Where does Om Frans keep all those illicit drinks?"

"In his study."

"OKs. Come there. I'm gonna throw it away. Can you?"

"Can." Frans replied with a smile.

They were watching Val wearing his gloves. The woman opened one by one bottles of wine, champagne and beer and poured them into the sink.

"Have your husband you used to be giniin?"

"He did it himself."

"Great. It's worth appreciating."

"Before getting lost too far fortunately I met my beloved wife." Mario hugged Val.

"Awas. Make riweh."

"I don't think it's easy at home. There are many."

"Still I'm simple. I drink often when I want to."

"Again or more problems?"

"Yes. Two of them."

"Hm. If there's a story problem, not the run to the drink. So it hurts like this."

"Yes. Not in the future anymore. I'd say it's time to take care of you and Mario mulu."

"It had a feeling of awkwardness as well as it turned out."

"That's it."

"Udah all. Throw the bottle away."

"Dispose to."

"Tok me Pa."

"So why the hell."

"Yes." Yeah." Ladit immediately lifted the cardboard containing the glass bottle to be thrown into the front trash can of the house.

"What are you masakin for?" Val asked as they were gathered in the living room.

"What could. Your cooking is good all Val."

"Ep. Shop first. No materials in the fridge."

"That's yeah. Get some people cooking. There's no material."

"Yes, I'll take it."

"Let's get anter By."

"We're going with Dad."

"No. You guys are here."

"Judek. Bring snacks, Mom."

"Yes. We'll go first. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight." Mario immediately took his wife to leave.

Until there, Val immediately chose food ingredients.

"Do you want to make sure what Dad is?"

"Can balado potatoes?"

"Can."

"Dad."

"Yes dear."

"Om Frans has been sick for a long time?"

"Have been since. It was before the kids went to school. It's also one of the factors his wife left him."

"Oh yeah? Unsuspectedly. I thought he was healthy."

"He is so. Don't want to hurt to see people."

"Kasian yes. His wife did that. The name of the sick husband must be supported not stayin."

"His name is also ******. Not just one man. Frequent Gonta replace. Be brought home again. Ladit that time also often see."

"By..."

"Yes." Yeah."

"You're a sick rich man Frans. Are you going to leave me, too?"

"Who am I that low as a wife?"

"No. I believe it. You're the most loyal." Mario hugged his wife.

"Don't hug. Don't know the place. Just be ashamed." Val leaves her husband for the cashier.

Finished arranging Val's groceries directly cooking in the kitchen. He was accompanied by Mario while the others waited while watching TV.

"Hasn't it been?" Mario asked as he helped Val fry the potatoes.

"A little while."

"OK."

"The sweet acid is dead." He said while putting the dishes on the table.

"What did you do anyway?"

"Val's favorite sweet-sour boilers. That rica rica chicken that asked for the twins. That's the potato that asked you to. The meat saute was Ladit who asked. If Om Frans the heck I make fish roast, capcay same sambal fried tempe. It's all good for the heart. I'm cooking olive oil."

"Oh."

"Udah. Potatoes on the drain."

"Yes." Yeah."

Finish their prayers for lunch together.

"Ngapain's ashamed."

Frans grieved at the answer of his best friend.

"Ep....Thanks to Val. It's special masakin. Everything's delicious. Not rich in hospital food."

"Pay dong. Don't just thank me."

"Pay what? There's no way you guys want money."

"Not to use money. I'll think about what to do."

"What the hell is Dad. Nolong people kok itung. That's not his name. Om Already. Om don't have to pay for anything. Don't be horrified."

"Really Val?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

"You guys are here, right? When I was with Ladit, I was the only one in your house."

"Yes. Moms. Occasionally stay here."

"No. Let's just go home. Kids fuss later."

"His same Daddy don't forget. She's fussy too." Added Val.

"By.."

"That's it." Val said she saw her husband whining.

Arriving at Val's house headed straight for his room after a short chat with the children. The woman laid her body on the bed without clean first. Mario enters the room. He found his wife asleep. The man approached and removed Val's headscarf. His hands gently stroked the wife's hair that was so fine. He kissed Val's lips and held her warm. Mario knows his wife is exhausted today. The woman had to move back and forth to take care of the house and now Frans is sick.

"By."

"Hm."

"What are you doing again? I'm just gonna cuekin."

"Again the financial statement."

"You look at me dong. I'm gonna talk."

Val sighed then looked at her husband.

"What?"

"I love you." Rich Mario while smiling sweetly. Val did not respond. The woman continued her work which was delayed due to the husband's childish attitude.

"By....You have no response." Complain Mario.

"What should I do?"

"Jawab dong."

"I'm busy."

"Jawab dong Darling."

"Hm.. Too."

"You're so sick."

"Yes. Love you too."

"Thank you." Mario hugged his wife.

"Don't hug. I'm serious again. Don't bother."

"Yes." Yeah." Mario said he saw the excitement of his wife when she was serious like this.

Van approached his parents who were sitting together.

"Mom." Call him while sitting next to Val.

"Yes dear." Answer Val gently.

"You are it. By. Same as me, too."

"Haish.Don't start deh Dad."

"What's wrong?" Val's question was still focused on the documents he held.

"Van can buy Mom's hijab? rich that Mommy loved back then. But the color is different."

"Not a lot of hijab. All the colors if not wrong you have. Why buy it too?"

"Van wants an instant hijab like Mom loved at that time. It's delicious Dad. It's clumsy and not complicated at all."

"Yes. We'll buy."

"Mom accompany ya."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank Mom. When are we going?"

"Later tonight."

"OK."

At night Val, Mario and his son are already at the Mall. They are just waiting for a busy child to shop.

"Mom. Which good one?"

"Good all."

"when which van is suitable?"

"Suit all. You wear any color is good. But the right one is softer. Same with you."

"Van take this one Mom."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mom. Ved take this yes."

"Yes. Take it as you like."

"Thank you Mom."

"Yes." Yeah."

"You didn't buy By?"

"No. I'll take them."

"If you want what to say. I'm following."

"Go home and buy satay yuk."

"No. I'll ask you to make it."

"All right." Val according to. Mario hugs and kisses his wife shamelessly in a public place.

"Ih. I don't know a place."

"Belgroff." He said he didn't care.