FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Our Sunday

Today is Sunday, I decided to take a break from all outside work. I decided to take a break at home. Clean - clean house as usual, especially now the housework is increasing, since the presence of the boy's husband.

Meanwhile, Zain, who he said wanted to help his wife to be home, was already on stand by from the completion of dawn prayers.

“Kakak, I help you dry clothes yes ..!!!!” he screamed from the back of the house.

“Iyaaaa ..!!!” I screamed because I didn't want to put my work on hold.

Then I was engrossed again with all my work, finished watering the plants, I went into the house, uh, but how did Zain not look as well huh, did you dry clothes so long??.

“Zain??” I called him, there was no answer.

“Zain??” again, in the same tone of voice I called out to him, yet it was still silent.

“Zaiiiiiinnnn!!!!!” finally with a seriosa tone I shouted out to him.

“I yes Brother,“ well, the one called appeared as well, with a ngos - ngosan breath, apparently I have to let out my mainstay voice first, then he wants to nyahut.

“Where are you?? Did you dry her clothes??” I looked at her face that was reddish, because of the sun's trick.

“Ehhheeee ..” is just the answer, suspicious.

“Why??” manyaku.

“Sister, I don't have the heart to hang out Sister's clothes,“ she replied shyly while grinning.

“Why not bear??” I'm surprised, there must be something.

“Ehheeee ..” again, he's whiny, this time while scratching anyway.

“Sini,“ She held my hand and led me to the place to dry clothes.

“Astagfirullah ..” I shut my mouth, you know what he did?.

“Zain, why are you drying it soaluuu???” Ish, I can't say it, when I saw all my underwear in the sun in an unkempt way on an iron clothesline.

“Ehhheeee .. I'm ashamed Sister“ answered without sin.

“Ish ... why? Don't you want to know what it's like??” my challenges while picking up one by one my underwear, and drying them normally.

“Ih, Brother,“ he replied timidly, while trembling, writhing spoiled at the end of the door.

“Ck, look out step aside, I want to cook, help me cook“ invite me while nyelonong set foot towards the kitchen.

“Iya Brother,“ answered while following me.

“Nih, you help me peel my onion“ command while giving the onion and knife.

“Iya Brother,“ he replied, ah she looks more cute, if so obedient.

“In the thin-thin cut yaa“ again, I rule.

“Iya,“ this time the answer is short, but I don't care, and still focus on stirring the vegetable soup that I'm cooking.

“Zain, how is your school now?? Safe, right?” my question, just breaking the silence.

“Iya,“ again, the answer is very short, but this time it sounds miserable typical people cry.

“Zain, are you sick??” ask me again while stopping my activities stirring the soup.

“Enggak“ answer make hand gatel want noyor head nih son.

“Eh, don't be sad, don't be sad cup“ reflex I rubbed his head, but Zain's tears even more flowing.

“I'm okay“ he replied lebay.

“You why cry anyway?? Have a problem again?? Boy is really crybaby anyway?” ask me while scratching, ish .. Zain's habit is mah, scratching.

“Kakak, I no longer sad“ he replied while wiping snot that spread with the back of his hand, “My eyes hurt because told to peel onion“ hhhyyyyaaaaa .. kirain why?? This kid didn't say from the cake.

“Aduuuhhh .. Yes sorry, I don't know,“ I smiled, then took over his job.

“Yes already, you just stir the soup ya“ my command again, which he immediately called.

In the midst of our preoccupation with cooking, suddenly there was a knock on the front door with greetings.

“Who's Brother?” Zain.

“Don't know, open the door Zain“ again I rule, ck custom, have a boy's husband, can be ordered, this sin mah.

“Iya Kak,“ lah, who was told to recite again ck.

“Who is Zain?!!!” I raised my head, shouting.

“Mamah Yas“ suddenly appeared a beautiful female figure, with fashionable makeup, yes who else?? Mamah.

“Aduuhh, Mamah here why not say something??” I asked while fixing the hijab, not forgetting to look at Zain, with suspicion, not-don't Zain again, who told his mother to come here.

“Iya Yas, Mamah happened to pass by, just returned from arisan“ replied Mamah in-law gently, rubbing her son's head. Cih, I became jealous of Zain, while Mamah and my Papah were only busy with their own affairs abroad, even I was married yet unknown to him. Hhuuhh.....

“Then we all eat yes Mah, we happen to be cooking“ my bargain on Mamer.

“Iya, may you, Mamah also want to try your cooking“ not expected, Mamah in-laws are so enthusiastic, make me so shy cat, to serve alakadarnya food, he said, the love-cooked one with the boy's husband, eeeaaaa.

“Oh, yes what about your household?” suddenly Mamah asked in the middle of our meal.

“Ba good mah“ replied I doubt.

“Yas, thank you, already want to receive our Zain well, already want to be patient with all his behavior“ Mamah in-laws look at me fixed.

“Iya Mamah is equally, after all even though Yas is older than Zain, but we are equally learning, Yas also may not be a perfect wife“ I humbled in front of the in-laws, do not mean to look for face so add in dear yes.

“Iya, Mamah know, Zain must have been very troublesome for you, sorry Zain ya Yas, Zain can not be a good husband“ again Mamer said, which makes me so unwell, if you want to do as good as udel again to Zain.

“Isn't anything Mamah“ I smiled at Mamer, while the boy?? He was busy writhing in his arms, enjoying his food.

“Oh yes you guys out this is no activity what else right?” ask Mamer suddenly.

“No Mah“ our answer is compact, ciieeeee.

“Yes already, how about you guys Temenin Mamah take a walk?“ take Mamah, who made us look at each other.

“Emh, but not to mention Mom??” ask me shyly, even though he really wants to, who knows I was invited to shopping, continue to be paid? It's pretty good hhe.

“No, yes you are ready yes, Mamah waitin“ Mamah smiled at us, then we rushed, heading to their respective rooms. Get ready to shop with Mamah in-law.

cciihuuyy ... Anyone want to come?? Come prepare. Hhee.

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