I know you're cheating

Gift 2 Container

The dining table was suddenly gloomy. Since the arrival of the famous Hotel Entrepreneur to the house of Varissa and Dikta, the air atmosphere also suddenly became unpleasant. However, don't misunderstand me! The atmospheric changes that occur are certainly not because of Gisam adherents of black magic or anything. But, more to his sudden childish nature that makes Varissa suddenly gawk without blinking.

At the rectangular dining table, Gisam Butena sat on one of the chairs crying. I don't know how many sheets of tissue he pulled from his place to be used as a snot washcloth. Lastri who had been watching behind Varissa just grimaced resignedly. Wipes strewn with the former snot of the man with a climatic appearance will certainly be an additional task for him tonight.

Half an hour passed and the crying of Gisam Butena had not yet subsided. Varissa who was not feeling well and began to be a little uncomfortable slowly throw the code towards the husband through the glances of the eyes and nods of the head.

"What?" ask Dikta without a voice. Both of his hands were raised into the air, signaling that it was none of his business.

Varissa's eyes were glaring. Continue to code for Dikta to entertain the Hospitality Entrepreneur in order to stop the sad scene.

At the end of the story, Dikta relented. Inevitably, sincerely sincere, he must do whatever the wife wants who is containing the fruit of their love. Slowly but surely, Dikta began to stand up from his seat and moved to the chair beside Gisam Butena. It was very difficult, his butt was invited to work together to sit with sincerity. The force of force is very much illustrated through his expression and his furrowed eyebrows almost fused together. However, due to the bluff of Varissa who showed a fierce gaze, Dikta was finally willing to lower the ego.

His hand was raised to pat Gisam on the shoulder. For a second, two seconds, the hand was still floating doubtfully in the air. And... THE PUK! THE PUK! THE PUK!

Finally the hand landed quietly on Gisam's boat.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude" Dikta said.

If asked, do you regret it? The answer is certainly no. Again, all this was purely due to the actions of his love angels who were pregnant with their little angel.

"Easy! All this time, it was only me who was too ge-er to think of you as a brother. I should have known, that you are not so," said Gisam while melengos. Reluctant to look at the handsome face of Dikta who somehow always makes him feel he has to protect the man he already claims to be a brother unilaterally.

Dikta looked back at his wife. His shoulders lifted indicating he had resigned. However, again Varissa gave a code so that he wanted to persuade Gisam not to grieve anymore.

"The wrong one. Sorry!" dikta said slowly.

"You're not wrong. I was wrong. Sorry for forcing yourself too much to be a big brother for you," said Gisam who was still reluctant to look at Dikta's face. "Other times, it won't happen again" he added in a sudden formal sentence.

Taking a deep breath, Dikta again exhaled the air he breathed through his mouth. The only thing he could do now was to lower his ego lower than before. That's the only way to make Gisam cheerful again like the times when they were in college.

"Brother, I'm sorry!" said Dikta with his hands squeezing the shoulders of Gisam who was sitting behind him.

Gisam. Wanted to find out to what extent Dikta would persuade him.

"Come, Brother! Don't sulk. I'm sorry that your sister has always been so rude."

"Sorry, yes!"

Cajoling for the sake of persuasion Dikta launched and Varissa just silently watched. Problems that Varissa thought would last long and in fact only takes a matter of minutes to be resolved. Look at! Butena's gisam turned around. Staring at her husband's face then hugging Dikta while laughing happily.

"So, you're saying that Lo was wrong, sister?" asked Gisam whose sadness had somehow evaporated.

"Yes. I'm Sorry, My Brother!" answer Dikta with a nod.

Hearing that, Gisam chuckled again. He hugged again the body of Dikta who was unbeknownst to him was putting on a grimacing look for help to Varissa. Aih! Instead of wanting to help, Varissa seemed to enjoy the scene of her husband's compulsion to apologize to Gisam.

"I have a gift for my niece, Miss Varissa!" gisam said after his condition had improved greatly.

"Ha-gift?" ask Varissa stammered. His eyebrows are confused. The age of the womb is only 4 weeks, why is it so fast given a gift?

"Let's come with me out!" invite Gisam who has already sauntered to the front page.

Dikta sniffed her shoulders as Varissa asked through the look in her eyes. Then, with resignation he took Dikta's hand and followed the steps of Gisam to get out.

"Surprise!!!" yelled proudly.

There were two container trucks parked in the yard of the house that suddenly made Varissa almost lost her words.

"Gift to my nephew of course" replied Gisam.

"T-Truck?" Varissa's eyes still looked confused.

"Of course not, Miss Varissa! What, I want my niece to be a truck driver?" grumbled Gisam while sighing his hand into the air.

"Keep what?"

Little laugh. One applause from him was enough to make some people suddenly get down from the truck and start unloading the cargo they were carrying.

"That's the prize. I hope Ms. Varissa will accept a gift from me that is not much," said the man.

Varissa's breath was choked. Unknowingly, she clutched the arm of her faithful husband standing by her side. Meanwhile, some of Gisam's men began to move down the goods from the container and put them into the house while bending over for a moment towards Varissa and Dikta as they passed by the host.

"That's a lot, sir!" ringis Varissa when he saw that the contents of the two trucks carried by Gisam were full of baby equipment. Starting from baby strollers, baby clothes, baby shoes to some expensive toys are all there. In fact, powder and diapers of various sizes exist. Just incredible!

"This is a little, Mom! Later I will give a lot if my nephew is born into the world safely."

"Huh?" Varissa is back. Instantly, his brain began to wander. Thinking about how rich a Gisam Butena really is. If more than enough goods to fill a new store that he brought now considered a little, then how much will the gift be given again to his son?

"Surge is so, dear," whispered Dikta who felt sorry to see the expression of the wife who looked confused. If he is, ordinary. While studying in Amsterdam, Gisam also always sent him gifts on his birthday two large trucks filled with expensive clothes and shoes. So, he felt no wonder if Gisam did the same for his prospective children.

"Gift is a lot, Ta. I think enough, if we open a baby supply store," replied Varissa origin.

Dikta laughed a little. "Don't let Gisam be horrified if the gift you want to use to open a store. Later, he lashed again. Want to catch that freak crying in our house again?"

Instantly, Varissa shook her head violently. Oh wow!

"Hopefully next month, my niece is born healthy, ma'am!" gisam smiled.

"Huh?" Again, Varissa gawked.

"Pffttt..," Dikta. For some reason, Gisam's stupidity still persists. Naturally, if the first lecture did not graduate and almost become an eternal student. And the wealth problem? The fate of Gisam alone is born lucky because it comes from descendants that have been rich since the Dutch colonial era.

"Loh, why?" tanya Gisam was confused. He scratched the nape of the nape that did not itch while patting the shoulder of one of his workers who almost hit him while lifting a large dus heading into the house.

"Varissa's pregnancy is only one month old, Gisam. That is, another 8 months can only see her giving birth," Dikta explained carefully.

Gisam coughed as he choked on his own saliva hearing Dikta's explanation.

"Ja-so, isn't next month her birth?" tanya Gisam was surprised.

Varissa and Dikta nodded simultaneously.

"Well, so I'm bringing the gift to you, ma'am?" ask her to Varissa.

I don't know what to answer, Varissa just grinned bad. Meanwhile, Bi Nunik, the, Bi Darma and Lastri almost want to faint when they see the living room is full of various baby equipment which of course will again be their job to tidy up and think about where things should be placed which he even wore was still so long ago.

"If the man comes again, we say that Mas Dikta same Mbak Varissa out, Bi!" lastri said with a vengeful look.

"Yes, Las! That guy just usually gets us into trouble. Basic insensitive," added Bi Darma.

"Partially, who would love a gift up to two containers all? Not to mention, the gender of the prospective grandpa still does not know, this is even given equipment for all boys," said Bi Nunik.

"This is it, fix, Bi! It'll definitely make my waist wedge for a week!" pastri was accompanied by a long breath.