Hello, Ex

Chapter 26

”Akung, I want bobo where father Sabda can be, right?” persuade Aundy. Not getting blessing from the mother, he did not run out of ways to persuade Mr. Arif. According to the saying, a grandfather will love a grandson more than his son, and Aundy tried to use that way to stay with the Word.

“Akung, there won't be a father hurting his daughter, right?! So, can ya!” his insistence again, never ceasing to melt the heart of the grandfather.

While the man who was now standing in front of the door just threw a suspicious look towards the Word. There was a concern of his own when he saw the nature of the Word so desperate to take Aundy with him.

“Ya, already! Ody can sleep with Sabda's father. But, if anyone hurts Ody, contact Akung directly, okay?” Mr. Arif relented, could not bear to see Aundy pleading like that. Moreover, they rarely met.

“Mr!”

“We'll see if this guy can take care of Ody!” obviously Mr. Arif when he heard the protest sentence that Salma threw.

“I'll take care of Ody, sir. Just relax!” word then leads Aundy to say goodbye before leaving Mr. Arif's house.

The atmosphere of Mr. Arif's house looks lonely, some guests who come to attend the recitation event have resigned. Now there is only a nuclear family in that simple house.

Seeing that Sabda's rented car had already sped away, Salma rushed into the house. He who felt his body tired, chose to immediately lay his body on the bed. Fortunately, Mr. Arif did not suspect the cause of the swelling shown his eyes at this time.

Salma was determined to hide his problem with Habibah's mother, or Arif's sir was increasingly preventing him from getting close to the Word.

Slowly and surely, Salma began to struggle to resist drowsiness. In fact, his fingers could no longer open the short message that had just entered. Salma ignored the short message someone sent to her number.

Salma's sleep looks so good. Until the sound of Bu Deva built it, just as the voice of the morning prayer rang.

“You're done coming months, right Salma?” asked Bu Deva, who had already managed to enter the room.

Salma nodded her head. He immediately took ablution water and followed Bu Deva to go to the mosque near the house.

“Lapse of dawn prayer, anterin mother to market yes, Sal!” ask Ms. Deva, try to break the silence.

“Get motor, right? can be if you ride motor.”

“Yes, I'll know that you can't drive a car.”

Salma displayed a fake smile, the stinging drowsiness honestly made her lazy to hit the cold air this morning. But this is mother's request, so whatever it is she won't dare to refuse it.

After the morning prayers, Salma entered the room to pick up the jacket, preparing to take Deva's mother to the market.

The location of the traditional market is not so far from the house of Mr. Arif. Only a distance of approximately ten minutes they had arrived at the market area.

Thirty minutes around the market, there are many groceries that Bu Deva has obtained. Even so, Ms. Deva is still busy choosing the necessary groceries.

“Bu, I want to buy chicken breast first!” prevent Salma when Bu Deva intends to take her to the parking area.

“So already bought beef for Ody!”

Salma grimaces, “bikin chicken katsu aja, I have not made it for a long time.”

“Make him or make Word!” ledek Bu Deva's.

Ms. Deva smiled wryly. “Honestly, the mother knows that Word is the most loved chicken katsu made!”

"Yes, let Salma love him. Cook me good cook he doesn't love me."

In the middle of Salma waiting for her order chicken to be cut, a woman suddenly stood next to her.

A woman Salma does not want to meet at this time. Suddenly Salma could not think clearly. Worried that Mrs Habibah would attack her mother.

“Bu, want to buy chicken 5 kg yes!” bu Habibah deliberately interjected, as if he did not consider Salma and Bu Deva standing there.

“Propay yes, Mom! queue first!” said the chicken merchant cut.

“Udah Mom, just not papa, kok!” Salma. The woman went to the market, but never cooked. Didn't he intentionally want to make a fuss with her?

“Heh, good, can't do that, Sal!” Ms. Deva was objecting.

This is what Salma feared, there was a debate between mother and mother Habibah. "already, Mom. Just for a moment," said Salma, not to hurt his mother but he did not want to be a riot.

“Your son understands who is more dignified here. Time yes, I ask you to teach your mother.” Bu Habibah glanced sharply at Salma.

Salma was suspicious; did Ms. Habibah have bad memories with her mother, why did she seem to hate her mother so much. Back then when he was still his son-in-law, often also mama Habibah said mother was not good at educating me? God, why did I just realize, and why didn't I ask my mom a long time ago.

Salma pulled Deva's wrist, before an even more stirring fight. “Mother, it's in the market!” whispered.

“Yes mom knows this is the market." Bu Deva threw a sharp glare towards Bu Habibah. "Are you sure you're going to remarry with the Word? Do you feel at home living with a human like him who likes to insult?! He forgot what man was created for! We are the same yes, both from the ground, so don't act like you are the highest in dignity!”

Salma glanced at the chicken seller, seeing that the order was ready, Salma quickly picked up the item and left the change.

“Don't call my son again! just be careful if you're fussy asking him to meet you. Later tonight I'll take him to meet his future wife.” Bu Habibah warned, before Salma's step further from his position.

“Serden mom!” sahut Salma was loud, then left the area of pajamas.

Mood bu Deva who was originally excited suddenly disappeared. He immediately took Salma home.

All the way to Bu Deva's house was relentlessly nagging. Not even embarrassed to find Rianty and Panji in his house.

“Who also lives with such a human being. Udah Sal, if you can it's another man's nyari besides Sabda. The stock of men who want to be with you is a lot! In-laws who are much more than him are many, Sal!”

“But it's not necessarily in Salma's heart either, Mom! Mother, don't argue with the Word anymore. We're trying to ask for the blessing of our family, ma'am. Because we are aware, to give the best for Ody, we must be together.”

“Volunteer just continue, later if it has been made cry the same Word, run to whom? To parents too!”

Salma chose to stay away from the kitchen area, before the mother's anger grew high. Early in the morning his mood was destroyed by the meeting of Bu Deva with Bu Habibah.

Salma who wanted to hear the Word's explanation immediately contacted the man. He wanted to ask what really happened to the man.