Housewife-forced

When Mom Comes to Visit

Aya was still struggling in the kitchen when Alea and Akbar came home from school. They returned home picked up by the driver who today only worked to pick up Alea and Akbar. So after picking up Alea and Akbar, the driver went straight home.

"Sir Aya why cook so much, deh?" Alea looked at what Aya was working on.

"Ck, go there! Change clothes first, you disturb it very much here," Aya murmured. Carefully move a large bowl filled with hot soup.

"Ye, so answer first why Aya sister cook so much," Alea replied.

"Same Mama Ivan wants to come here this afternoon," replied Aya lazily.

Alea smiled seductively. "Hmm so Mama and her mother-in-law Aya want to come? Pantes imaging cooking potty."

"The dog was told. Lo go or I flush the soup, huh?" aya Umpat. He was eager to smash Alea's annoying face but his hands were now busy peppering the chicken.

Alea laughed heartily at Aya who now looked angry. He then ran upstairs before he was really the target of Aya's anger.

Just as Alea left, it was now Akbar's turn to sit at the dining table staring at all the food in wonder.

"Sir Aya why cook so much, deh?" ask Akbar.

Aya let out a tired breath. The same question and the same tone as what Alea had thrown earlier. Aya turned around and looked at Akbar with a horrible smile on her lips.

"From many questions, mending now you help sister."

"Help what?" ask Akbar plain.

"Tell Ivan, tell him to go home now. Her mother wants to come this afternoon," asked Aya. Only Ivan can he rely on at this time.he does not have an Ivan HP number and of course he will not dare to contact Ivan. Especially after this morning.

Akbar nodded. He grabbed his HP and did what Aya told him to do.

"The only aunt of Anisa doang, sister?" ask Akbar again.

"No, same with my mom."

"So big sister said it," said Alea who had now joined the dining room.

"Well, then from that. Anyway, we'll have to pretend to be familiar. Do not get caught mama if all this time we still rarely communicate. Especially the two of you. I like it awkward when you're one. I feel like I'm the one talking to myself" explained Aya at length.

Akbar and Alea looked at Aya flatly. Aya who was stared at like that glared fiercely back. "Why buy that cake?"

"Can you please? All this time that makes it awkward is precisely brother Aya the same brother Ivan. You guys hate each other that much" Alea said.

"I've also tried to get along with Alea, same sister Aya as well. Just because Aya's brother is the same brother Ivan aja who until now still never chat." Akbar shrugged his shoulders.

Aya felt cornered now. He could not dodge now because what the two leaks in front of him said was indeed true.

"Ck, I can talk to Ivan. I'm just saying it," Defa Aya. Could have found an excuse.

"Well," Alea sneered.

"Dih, you also never dare to talk to Akbar, he said you hmpphh..." Aya's words were cut off as Alea suddenly silenced her mouth.

Aya tried to rebel. But Alea's energy was no less massive either. He looked at Akbar for help, only to be answered by the tongue sticking out of the younger one.

"Hmmmpphhh hmmphh." Aya was still trying to break away until she was unaware that the two adult women she was waiting for had already come.

"Ck, ck, very exciting berjandanya until mama pulled the bell many times not booked," said Mama Via, her mother Aya.

Alea reflexively let go of her hand that was in Aya's mouth. He bowed politely towards his Mama Aya and Mama Ivan. Aya beside him only sneered when she saw that change in Alea's nature.

Aya then walked over and hugged her Mom. The mma smiled and returned the child's embrace.

"Where's this week?"

"No way, just plain," replied Aya. He let go of his embrace then moved to look at Aunt Anisa; kissed the hand of the mature woman.

Aya who heard that instantly froze. He coded Akbar to answer that question. Luckily Akbar understood the code.

"Sir Ivan is playing, aunt. Maybe this is coming home" Akbar explained.

Aya smiled miris. Of course in addition to playing to his friend's house, Ivan also intends to avoid Aya. Aya herself was not sure if the boy would come home this afternoon. Because Aya thought, Ivan will not come home today.

"Ivan wasn't a macem, all this time?" ask aunt Anisa again.

Aya smiled while shaking her head. "No, aunt. I just love coming home from home." Aya laughed at the end of her sentence.

Aunt Anisa seemed to be sighing softly. "Huh, you son of a bitch. Let aunt tell him."

"Ehmm, mama same aunt want to rest first? While waiting for me to finish cooking," Aya bargained.

The mother nodded. Aya was just about to take over her mother's luggage when Alea prevented her.

"I'm aja sak, kak Aya again cook. Akbar, come!"

Akbar took over Aunt Anisa's belongings. Alea and Akbar then escorted the two adult women to the guest room.

...........

At 13.00. The five of them gathered at the dining table. There are various kinds of food on the dining table. Aya smiled proudly at the results of her labor. Forgetting for a moment the sadness this morning.

Ivan himself has not returned until now. Aya repeatedly asked Akbar through her eyes and was only answered with an ignorant ring. Aya bit her anxious lips. Ivan should be home this afternoon. Otherwise, there will be more lies that Aya makes to answer the question of Aunt Anisa.

"Ivan why haven't you been home yet, huh?"

Just as Aya was about to reason again, the front door opened wide. Displaying the figure of Ivan who was still wearing clothes this morning. The guy walked quickly towards the dining room then hugged Aunty Anisa from behind.

"Why didn't you know me first?" Ivan. He leaned over and stuck his chin on the shoulder of Aunt Anisa.

"The intent was a surprise, but it turns out you don't exist. Sit down first, we're waiting for you to know."

Ivan shook his head. He hugged the mother more.

Aya poked her lips withholding a smile. He was really relieved that Ivan was going home. His hands clenched in a crisp under the table saw the interaction between Ivan and Anisa's aunt. The Ivan he saw now looked very funny and was much different from the Ivan he used to see.

"Sit, Ivan!" aunt Anisa's orders are absolute.

Ivan just laughed and let go of his embrace. Then sit on the empty seat next to Aya. They also started the lunch.

"Hmm, you're doing this all by yourself, huh?" ask Mama Via.

Aya nodded. "Yes that. Where had to go to the supermarket first because there is no food," said Aya.

Her mother just laughed. He turned to Aunt Anisa. "Where is Aya's cooking?"

"Enak, it's suitable to be the dream ghost haha," joked aunt Anisa.

Aya chokes. He did not expect that Aunt Anisa would talk like that. Aunt Anisa who saw Aya choking immediately thrust a glass of water. Aya accepted it and gulped it down quickly.

"Ma, that's my glass. I drank too!" ivan protest.

Aya who heard that reflex spouted water that was still in her mouth.

"DIRTY FATHER!!"

"SOR AYA!"

"AHA."