Hold on or let go!

The Eps 232

Me and Mas Febri visited our parents' house. The first we visited was Lek Sarman's house, which was indeed the closest to home.

There is still keriwehan left in the former stall of the event yesterday. The workers who release all accessories and tents and guarantee have not finished packing.

The children were busy cleaning the stalls even though today the belom began to operate again. We both headed straight to Lek Sarman's house which was behind the stall.

"Assalamualaikum!", greet us upon entering the house. It turns out that there are still many relatives who help in the kitchen.

Is there any event????

"Waalaikumsalam!", said the compact mothers.

"Lha, new manten wes press rene neh?!", led one of the mothers.

(The new bride is here again)

"Hehehe yes budhe!", I said. After chatting with them, I wanted to meet my lek who was still in his room.

"They are soy sauce Nduk times!" said Mas Febri.

"Yes rich, so we don't need to find them first?"

"Something will come back. Now to Esa's house, just to my mom's!"

I also agreed. Probably right, both of my legs are exhausted after last night's show.

We both headed back to my mother's house. It turns out that at home only mother and Wibi live. Father and Esa have gone to work and school.

"So nduk, le!", said the mother after we said our greetings.

"Mba Bia.!!", Wibi ran asking me for a sling. I also welcome him even though there is a soreness in my waist because of the husband last night.

"Well, Wibi added Endut what??" I said.

"Mam's aunt has a lot of mba!", he said.

"Auntie, you mind. Wibi is already big!", said my mother to let Wibi down from my sling.

"Yes, hold it!" said Wibi, extending her hand to Febri. Febri welcomed him.

"What about Wibi? Mas dong!", said my mother.

"Hehehe yes, Febi mas!", said Wibi again. The R is not yet smooth.

"Well at breakfast balloons?", asked my mother.

"Udah ma'am!", answered us.

"This hour has been around. Is not tired?", asked my mother while blasting drinks in front of both of us. Wibi's still a henchman in Febri's lap.

"Capek is ma'am, but he's smart. Anyway what to do at Mulu's house!", I said. My mother smiled faintly.

"Yes anyway. Oh yes, since KB same mother at that time you did not KB anymore, right?"

"Yes not Mom. There-there is!", I said, chuckling softly.

"Berati no longer mother want to be loved by granddaughter dong?", ledek my mother. My face flushed to hear mother's babbling. Just the real one. New shares last night, the time has been ngarepin profit. There is mom mah!

"Just pray Mom! In the fast love yes Alhamdulillah, if not yet yes nothing. Maybe we should have another date, Miss Heheheh!" said Febri.

Tumben the plate! Bae can take the heart of parents. So different for the two in the room!

"What's the date?", asked Wibi. My mom and I both pretended to be busy. Just let Febri answer Wibi's questions. Ask who said that in front of Wibi who is still all curious.

Febri is not called much sense. The temperature ngakalin people times 😆

"The date, gini rich. Mba Bia sama mas, both are dating. Bia is just as big, grown up."

Febri could hold my hand in front of Wibi. Unfortunately, Wibi just nodded thinly.

"Belati sama mama also pacalan? Love those rich handrails!", wibi chirped again.

Me and Febri just exchanged looks.

"Udah, don't talk about being rich!" said my mother, who seemed a little embarrassed by Wibi's words.

After a long story, we resigned ourselves to go home to my mother-in-law. A little longer travel time there if from my mother's house.

"Mas, haven't bought anything to bring to mom's house?"

"So, it's in the back. I am ready!", said Febri. I looked back, it turned out that there was indeed one sizable dus.

"What's that? When's buy?"

"What is definitely not rice, rice is the same rice father already a lot!", he replied with a laugh.

What the hell's on the ketawain????

"It's really nice? That's how you laugh?"

"Seneng. Already have a wife!", he answered without burden.

"Why have a wife, again?"

I pressed the word again at the end of my question.

"Yes just a twinkle. I'm not alone anymore. There are already people who sleep, eat food, just mah seneng aja nduk!"

I just nodded too. He rubbed my head and then took a quick peek.

"For the nyetir mas! How about it?", I said as he was in his original position.

"Gitu doang mah ngga oleng nduk. Except klo...!", he again raised his eyebrows again.

"Neither go on!", I said. He chuckles to himself.

Not felt, our car was already in the spacious courtyard belonging to the Bambang family, my in-laws euy. Rice paddy scouts !!

We both went down and headed to the living room.

"Assynnya!"

"Goddessalam! Uh, good light, nduk ayu!", Ms Sri approached us.

Mas Febri put his dus into the kitchen.

"From home?"

"From around Mom. Abis from the stall continued to Anton's father's house just got here."

Ms. Sri embraced my shoulder. Mas Febri looked straight into the back bathroom.

"Where?", asked Ms. Sri. I who was confused by the question 'how' was just knitting my eyebrows.

"What about Mom?"

"Definitely kepake right what did you love yesterday??" said Bu Sri without burden. And sure enough, it made my face blush. But I also answered him with a nod.

"Hehehe, thank God for being useful. You are patient! The name is also a long fast, yes maklumin aja!", said Bu Sri patted my arm slowly.

I smiled stiffly.

Understand, Mom, really understand! My inner.

"Udah on eating?", asked Ms Sri.

"Udah ma'am!", answered me.

"Where is Mom?", asked Febri who was sitting next to me. He just came out of the bathroom.

"Do not know.Ngga said where the hell was!", replied the mother.

"Eh, I want the arrival of RT mothers. You guys just rest in the room. Later if mom and dad return, we talk again."

"Mother, in the same child comes the same ghost even in stay away!", chirped Febri. I pinched his waist, which I couldn't even pinch.

"Huh! Most Yo you're smirked at Le. Nek ga enek mom neng omah." Then he laughed.

(You are at your most. If you are at home)

Febri laughed and listened to his mother. But not with me. I don't know what they're laughing at.

"Yo wes. Mom goes first. Take Bia to Le's room!", pinta Bu Sri.

"Yes Ma'am!", said Febri.

"Take Nduk to the room!"

"Yes!", I followed Bae. Arriving in the room, a lot has changed. The photographs of Aisyah's late house are also no longer there.

After locking the door, Febri hugged me from behind.

"Mas!"

"What?", he asked.

"Do not macem-macem!"

"Don't you know anyway?"

"You know, you're reading!"

"Then anyway??? Yes already. Rest, you must be tired too. Lack of sleep last night."

"Hum!", I said. He also took his arms off me.

I let go of my pashmina and lay on the bed I slept in a while ago. Mas Febri turned on the fan.

"Just sleep, don't be weird!", I said.

"O Allah, su'uzon is the husband!" she said. And then he lay down beside me. We really took a break this afternoon.