Housewife-forced

When Mama Came to Visit pt 2

After lunch that ended up rioting earlier, now the six of them were gathered in the middle room. Tell me about their activities over the past week.

"So, every mallem that cooks is you, huh?"

"Yes" answered Aya slowly. I am embarrassed to remember what happened a few minutes ago.

"Udah is like a mother of two whose husband always comes home at night, right?" god aunty Anisa.

"Ma, don't start again, deh," said Ivan. He was now sitting on the carpet and leaning on the sofa.

"Yes, why do you keep coming home at night, huh?" ask aunt Anisa.

"Jain duty," answered Ivan briefly.

"Kayak has a task for you, usually also never done," said aunty Anisa.

Aya chuckled at the mother and child. It was completely different to Ivan that he saw every day. If only Ivan had behaved like that with him. It's okay if Ivan doesn't reciprocate his feelings. As long as Ivan did not hate him and acted like a friend, Aya was happy.

"Then you don't need Bi Ning anymore, do you."

Aya looked at her Mama with eyes of protest. "Where could that be?"

"You can handle everything yourself, right? Count learning to be a good wife if you have a family later."

"Yes, no papa anyway, sister Aya also already like my second mother really," support Akbar.

"Yes, I can help Aya too" Alea said.

Aya poked Alea with a pillow shortly after Alea said that word. "You can't cook rice with ricecooker, you can't help."

Alea scowled. Throwing the pillow back toward Aya who unfortunately hit the face of Ivan who sat beside Aya.

"Anj-" said Ivan.

"Hehe, sorry." Alea grinned wide.

"So how?" ask Mama Via again.

"I can help you mow the grass, wash the dishes, continue to dodge, sis," said Akbar spirit.

"I can help you wash your clothes, hide, mop, sis," Alea continued.

Aya let out a sigh of resignation. Finally he nodded. "You know why the two leaks are so funny if there's no maid in this house?" cynical Aya.

"Hmm?"

"Eh?"

"Because Bi Ning was Mama's spy. So, if there was no Bi Ning, they would be free. Just be careful if they only talk about wanting to help me," Aya murmured.

"WE PROMISE TO HELP KAK AYA!!" yelled Akbar and Alea together. Then they laughed together.

Unknowingly, there was no more transparent wall between the two of them. After this, perhaps only Aya and Ivan were still separated by the invisible wall.

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Later that night, Aya again offers to make dinner. Assisted by aunt Anisa and Alea who actually just sat watching.

"Ivan is really good, really. He cares a lot about auntie, same papa too," said aunt Anisa suddenly.

Aya who was washing the rice briefly stopped her activities. Looking towards Aunt Anisa with a questioning look.

"Tante is sorry that Ivan's behavior all this time might make you sad. You like Ivan, don't you?"

"H-hah, A-aya don't ehmm..."

Aya. "Sorry," said Aya.

"Loh, why apologize? Aunty is fond of someone who likes Ivan. Aunty is very happy that Ivan lives here with someone who likes him so sincerely. Aunt should apologize." Aunt Anisa is now perfectly looking at Aya.

"Darling, Ivan was actually a caring person. Maybe the outside is naughty, but trust me Ivan is a good boy. Aunty doesn't know who she likes, but can you wait for her for a minute? Love comes from habituation, Aya. Aunt believes in you. Aunty wants you to be Ivan's companion later."

Aya crying. How could this woman in front of him trust him so much? Why did Aunt Anisa actually give great hope to Aya? As for this morning, Ivan had clearly rejected Aya. There was no point in Anisa speaking as if she was blessing Aya and Ivan's relationship, whereas Ivan himself would never like Aya.

Aunt Anisa grabbed Aya's body and hugged her. "Tante is sorry that Ivan hurt you so deeply. Aunty please, wait Ivan sebentaar aja, aunty does not want Ivan finally nyesel."

Aya nodded weakly. Although actually not very understanding of what is said by Aunt Anisa. He doesn't know what to do. Half his heart told him to start forgetting Ivan. But now, the mother of the guy she likes instead told her to hang on.

Mama, how should Aya?, in Aya sad.

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In the morning Aya woke up at 04:30 and headed straight downstairs. He started preparing the ingredients to make breakfast this morning. A bit of real imagery because her mom and Aunt Anisa are staying here. Otherwise, Aya will wake up at 05:30. Anyway, it's Sunday.

Another reason was because Aya wanted to eliminate the swelling in her eyes. Last night before going to bed, Aya cried for a long time. His eyes were sore and swollen in the morning. So now, while cooking he was also busy compressing his eyes using ice cubes.

"Gee, my mom's son is very diligent. Usually at home you are still sleeping." Without even looking, Aya knew that her mother was standing behind her.

"Want to help?" ask Aya lightly.

"You told mama?"

"No, it's just nawarin."

My mother laughed a little. He took over the meat that Aya had just washed. "You nyepu or mopping, let mama cook."

"I want to cook, males nyapu," Aya argued.

"Here, tell me if you really want Ivan to eat your food," said his mother.

"Okay, I'm gonna go wash it first. Yesterday was not perfect," said Aya to shift the topic.

Aya ran up the stairs. Leaving her mama who was laughing contentedly below. Aya herself throughout the busy journey cussed over her Mama.

Aya walked past Ivan's room towards his room. He paused for a moment in front of the closed door. Imagine what Ivan was doing inside. Is that guy still sleeping? Honestly, Aya was curious as to what Ivan looked like while sleeping. Or how the guy looks when he wakes up.

While being engrossed in fantasy, suddenly the doorknob of Ivan's room moved. Aya immediately turned around and ran quickly towards her room. Then immediately take the basket of dirty clothes in his room.

Just opening the door, Aya was startled by the figure of Ivan standing right in front of her room. Aya gave a small shriek and dropped the basket of dirty clothes she was carrying.

"W-why are you doing d-here?" tanya Aya stuttered. He did not understand why Ivan was standing in front of his room at this moment.

"No papa, anyway. I just want a mastiin," replied Ivan origin.

"M-mastiin a-what?"

Ivan just shook his head in response. His eyes turned towards the pile of dirty clothes scattered near Aya's feet. "You nyuci?"

Aya nodded. "Yes, do you want one?"

"No," answered Ivan briefly then turned towards his room again.

Aya was still standing in front of the room and trying to digest what had just happened. Ivan said he wanted to make sure of something. Ascertain what? Aya held her chest which was still pounding incoherently.

"Van, please, don't make me a kegeeran like this."

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