EPOCHS

Chapter 48

Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

I pouted after coming home from the mall. Mood is gone, there is no passion to do anything. Al was silent too. Occasionally talk after being quiet. Why the hell would it be like this? Since meeting with Mbak Amira, Mas Al even a lot of silence. Not usually. What the hell is this? I suspect, sumpaaah!

“Mas, Ms. Amira ituu.”

“I told you, Deck. He was the younger brother of letting Mas during AKMIL. No need to discuss, yes, dear.” reply Mas Al tetiba cut my speech. Heh, dare to be true to him! Ordinary is not like that. Hell no, what's up with Mas Al?

“Mas you why the hell? Your attitude is strange know, don't you?!” I said a little emotion, Mas Al suddenly stopped the pace of his vehicle.

“How weird, Dek? He also acted like this. Maybe your mind is too excessive.” said Mas Al casually. I don't know if I'm jealous. My heart is hot, Mom!

I kept quiet after Mas Al said that. He's running his car back. Suddenly my mind drifted everywhere. Tetiba's questions are emerging. I who am not prepared for this condition can only be silent.

Who else would ruin the comfort of my household with Mas Al. It's enough Princess, why now add again? What is this relationship? Want to be broken? Ahh, amit-amit.

Arriving at home, I immediately rushed into the house while holding Alief. I left Mas Al who was still busy carrying groceries. Let's do it, but he can't bring it all himself? Sure can!

Alief's asleep, maybe he's tired of crying. On the way, he was constantly crying. I don't know what the cause is, maybe it's still the same sprain Papa who's carrying someone else's child? Could be, right?

As for Mas Al, he was instantly busy. Go into the office and lock the door. Her gurgle is strange right, as some are called by her. Butwhat? God, why is my heart shaking? Does Mas Al have a backup woman? Or does he want to be busy chatting with Madam Amira? Oh my God, don't let that happen, hicks!

I also chose to lock myself in Alief's room. The door I locked tightly so that Mas Al could not enter just anyone.

I've been in here a long time, but Mas Al isn't looking for me at all. Not even knocking or just calling my name. Is this really the Mas Al I know? Why is his attitude so strange? I felt more abandoned by my own husband. Tega was right Mas Al on me.

“Lief, something's wrong, yes, same Mama? How did Mama stay with Papa? What's wrong, son?” ask Alief who is sleeping well. Suddenly my tears rolled. This incident really made my chest tight. Mas Al is outrageous! He could have dumped me like this. Mas Al evil!

Tok tok Tok suddenly Alief's room door was knocked. Could it be Mas Al? Who else is there besides him?

My face changed instantly, sparkling like a person who fell for money. Seneng is not playing, it turns out Mas Al cares for me. He's looking for me, isn't he now? Huhu pleased her.

I ran straight to open the door. I unlocked it impatiently,

“Bu - Mother?” I asked in surprise and a little surprised. Why is it the Mother in front of me? Why not Al? Where is my husband, God?

Sadness re-emerged in my heart. It felt tight because I expected too high. It was not Mas Al, but Mother-in-law. So, Mas Al is completely reluctant to meet me? Not looking for me either!

I hugged Mommy while crying, suddenly Mommy was made shocked because of this act of mine. “Darling, Kinza why? How did you suddenly cry? Let's tell Mother the same story, Son!” ask Mommy while rubbing my back gently.

I did not immediately reply, his sense of this chest is too tight. It is hard to breathe, let alone talk. After all, how could I be honest with Mother about this matter. I don't want Mother to interfere in my household matters, I don't want any commotion to happen here.

“Ehe, sorry, Bund. Kinza just kangen. Haven't you seen Kinza in the past?” I said super ngawur.

Mommy snorting, “lho kangen? Didn't we just meet a few hours ago at your brother Kenzo's official house? You lied, huh, same Mother? Is there anything hidden?” tanya Bunda intimidates. Oh my God, why am I this stupid? It doesn't make sense.

“A - anu, right t - earlier Mother was busy helping. We k - met also just for a while, right?” I said suddenly stammering. Kinza is stupid, how could Mother believe it!

“You're not hiding anything anymore, are you, baby? Mommy has a bad feeling, here!” mother said as if she knew everything I was hiding. Well, it's bad if Mother gets to know. Mas Al could have been run over by him. In the jewer until his ears are reddened. Don't make it, huhu.

“Ngak, kok! Mother just notada. Come on in, would like to meet Alief right?” take me while pulling your hand. I deliberately diverted the conversation so that Mother did not feel suspicious.

“Which is? Didn't you see she was here? What's the job?” ask Mommy to start guessing. I have to answer what try?

“Eh, Mother, why not say you want to come here? Kan Al can pick up Mother at provost.” said Mas Al suddenly. He even came into this room without feeling guilty. Like nothing happened. Even he ignored me who kept paying attention to him.

“Where are you going anyway? How did it just look? Busy what are you, huh?” ask Mother a little emotion. Mas Al chuckled softly.

“There's work, Bun. Again busy making HUT Unit. I already mentioned.” said Mas Al.

“Busy is busy, but is it hard to tell me? So lazy are you talking to me, Mas?" - my inner dust.

“Oh yes already. Don't forget to rest, yeah, Al. If you are preparing something, you must be very focused. Until you forget to eat, forget ngabarin Mommy, to make Mommy panic half dead.” said Mommy while rubbing the back of Mas Al. I was silent for a moment.

What does Mother mean? So, Mas Al really fokua when preparing something? Even to forget to eat and ngabarin Mother herself? This is serious what is it? How I got confused. For five years as his wife, why do I know now?!

“Sit down, first, yes. Kinza make me drink for a while.” said I try to look fine. Although the original super curious and confused half dead. But that's okay, that question I keep first.

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“Mas, I want to talk to you about something, can you?” ask me while serving warm sweet tea to Mas Al. But my question wasn't answered, he was cool to call someone.

“Yes, if I could, I would help you! Moreover, ko will move to the same unit with me.”

“Iya just calm down, I've closed. Want more apples!”

Click, phone closed by Mas Al. A transfer? Who wants to move to this unit? That's Amira's mom?

“Who was it, Mas?” ask me curious.

“Amira, he wants to move to this unit.” said Mas Al very lightly. He looked ordinary without realizing that I was burning with jealous flames.

“M - serious mas? How can?”

“Ya, can dong, baby. If you have received an order, you cannot refuse. Ngalir aja follow the flow.” reply Mas Al getting lighter. Unlike me who is getting jealous.

“But, Mas. I'm not.”

“Mas departs, yes, Deck. Now grab the morning apple. Love you my love!” pamit Mas Al after sipping my handmade warm sweet tea. Regardless of my words being cut off by her. I told you, Mas Al has changed since meeting Ms. Amira. He's completely changed, Mas Al isn't the person I used to know. Mas Al who loves me completely is gone, hiks.

“Iya, Mas. Careful, yeah. Don't forget to tell me.” reply me softly.

I stared at the back of Mas Al who disappeared from behind the door. Not felt, my tears were dripping. The tightness inside my chest was growing. I was sad to get cold treatment from my husband like this. I really feel alone now.

Again and again about Amira. Why do they look so familiar? Isn't Madam Amira just the letting Mas Al's sister? But how their closeness feels different, huh?

Oh, my job is still a lot. It's a waste of time just thinking about this. Kalem only Kinza. Everything will be fine. Believe that!

I started to follow the routine as usual. Beberes house, shopping vegetables, making food for my baby padlocks, washing clothes, and so on. Most importantly, follow the weekly agenda of Persit. Like sports and meetings. Especially soon the big event of the unit is held, surely the busyness will hit us all.

Before long, the sound of Alief's crying was heard. Baby with a puffed body is struggling to be dropped from the baby box. Uh, Mama's son is grown. I love playing outside, son.

“Ma - ma da - da mam.” (Mama, Dedek eat) said Alief asking for food. It is great to see his growth and development now. Alief's getting smarter.

“Yes, baby, soon the chicken porridge and the broccoli is ripe. Alief eat biscuits first, yes.” said I while thrusting a milk-flavored Promina biscuit on her. Alief quickly snatched the biscuit out of my hands.

Alief began to devour bit by bit the biscuits that were in his hands. With long rants that I do not understand, and with active movements. Alief makes the existing problems slowly disappear. He is my sun now.

Broccoli chicken porridge is ripe. I let it go for a moment so that the heat starts to decrease. While waiting, I bathed Alief first. In order to start the event Persit, Alief was neat and fragrant.

I took off my clothes one by one. Her fat stomach poked out. Sometimes I kiss makes her nervous, it's funny, Mama's son!

“Da - from - on. Da - da di - di.” (Bath bath, shower deck)

“Yes, babe, cold huh nak?”

“Da - da di - di.” (shower cuttings) said Alief repeatedly. Understandably, this 14-month-old baby is again happy babbling. It was fun learning to walk and run. And, again his fun to make the mess.

Finished bathed and in clothes. Alief I feed him chicken porridge plus his favorite broccoli. He's very gluttonous, very fond of my chicken porridge and broccoli.

“Now get ready to join the activities of Persit, son. Don't be naughty, yeah, don't do it again. Don't disturb Nadia constantly, okay!” I was laughed at by Alief. Hu hu, a small boy likes nosy. Grabbing people's food, throwing people's toys, or pushing other babies the same age as her. Very creative my son.

Tok tok my door was knocked by someone. At least Jonathan's mother, he was very diligent hehe.

“Yes for a minute, Mom.” said I was half screaming. I pushed the baby carriage inside of which was Alief. If in a heavy carrier, Alief is gimbul.

I opened the door, saw a beautiful woman in a sports uniform. She was holding the same beautiful baby girl. He is, he is,

“M - why Amira?” I said a little stutter. I didn't think he was here. Tau from where?

“Iya, please permission before her. I want to take Mom to the hall together. I was missing the road to that place. Sorry in advance, Bu.” said Mbak Amira sungkan. I smiled clumsyly.

“Iya, I briefly take a biscuit for Alief first.” I scurry into the house. Suddenly my feelings were not broken. I want to be angry, but I can't because he's a new member. It can be amuk Commander's mother if personal affairs are related to the affairs of Persit. Persit fellow must be able to protect and love each other, right?

“Yuk, Ma'am." take me a moment after taking the biscuits.

Honestly, I feel awkward. But fortunately, Yonathan's mother came and made the atmosphere more comfortable. He used to talk to Amira more often than to me. It is clear, for I give up all there is the mother of Jonathan. He seems to know. Rich psychic, huh?

“Mbak Amira, said her move here one more month. Kok is now living here, has participated in activities anyway.” ask me to join nimbrung. So as not to cause the effect of jutek or judes.

“Izin, Mom. I also know less. Permission, I just follow the words of the husband and mother of the commander aja.” reply Mbak Amira. I nodded briefly.

“Oh so, baby yes, my husband can not help.” said I am as friendly as possible. Pretending to feel bad.

“Izin, Mr. Danramil is at my house, Ma'am. He and some of the members took care of things. I was told by the Commander's Mother to attend this event, all introductions. For the inauguration event later following.” said Mbak Amira makes me feel staggered. For what reason did Mas Al follow some at the house of Mbak Amira? Didn't he grab a morning apple? That's a sign of his busy dong? Well, this is something wrong. Mas Al started lying to me a lot!