Just a Bond

The Same Debate, But Not After

Today is quite colorful because of the presence of Mother at home. Lips that previously felt stiff and heavy to singleness smile, this time not. I don't even want to stop smiling, so colorful is my life today. Starting from a thin, sweet, even wry smile all present today. Although Mother occasionally gives surprising questions, but I'm getting used to it. Yeah, used to wear a fake mask to trick my mother-in-law.

"Farhan is a great son, Naj. He's friendly to anyone. He loved photography since childhood, so after college and he met Kinan, his photography-loving friend as well, he pioneered the photo studio." I just nodded at Mother's sentence. I don't know what kind of response to show. "That's at your reception, that's Farhan's studio cameraman. His name is Rayhan if it's."

My lips are rounded, forming the letter O. "Well, it's worth the picture" I said, "Najwa just found out that it belongs to Mas Farhan, Bun."

"Don't Farhan ever tell me he has a studio?"

I was struck by that question. I'm talking wrong again, huh? Duh.

"Ep. Well, that's the story, Bun."

"Mother thought not yet. You don't know that once."

He's. I can only grin without giving an answer to Mother. Don't talk about work, just talk as necessary.

"How do you feel after marriage with your child? He's good, isn't he, same as you?"

I was stunned, not answering Mother's question. It's too bad to serve such a question.

"Mother believes in Mas Farhan?"

The woman who gave birth to my husband seemed to frown for a moment. But he nodded after a while. "He is the man in charge. Mother believes that."

"If Mommy believes the same Mas Farhan, it means everything is fine, Mother. There's nothing you need to fear."

The woman smiled gently at me. "The lucky mother has a daughter-in-law like you, son. You are not your biological child, but already like a biological child. You don't care about Mother, that's what makes Mother feel close to you."

Thank you if that assumption is in the mind of Mother.

After a day of activities with Mother, we also decided to clean up because the day was also afternoon. Mother said, Mas Farhan will come soon. So, I have to be beautiful to welcome his arrival. Ah, it's related to that cosmetic tool again.

"Lo, Mommy hasn't come home yet?" ask Mas Farhan who just came.

The person who had been waiting since last afternoon, had only come at eight in the evening. Of course I'm not surprised. But Mother, she will clearly protest again.

"Yet. You are how the hell, Han, already have a wife still likes to go home late," protested Mother.

Oh, it's her habit to come home late.

"Apaan, anyway, Mother. There's a lot of work in the store, people go to the studio a lot."

And I was just as silent as a statue looking at the interaction between the mother and the child.

"Farhan, you're married. Reduce your work hours. In the shop there will be Word and Fildan. In the studio there's also your friend, Rayhan and Kinan. You are the boss. How even you are impressed subordinates there."

"Here, Deh, Bun. Lagian Najwa does not complain, why Mother who is complicated? He must understand, Farhan came out not to play games. Farhan's work, Bun."

If that's the case, I feel sorry for Mas Farhan. I, who was sitting next to Mother, got up, approached her.

"Mas, already. Mending Mas take a shower first. We'll have dinner with Mother again."

If left unchecked, I was afraid that Mas Farhan was upset and unconsciously uttered an unwanted sentence. Pity is also the same Mother if you have to fight with her son. Mas Farhan section also, why not just say Mother's words. Even look for problems by inviting Mother's debate.

“Tonight mommy is here, huh?” Mother's words break the silence of this dinner room.

“What?” That was Mas Farhan's response.

While I responded with wide-eyed eyes. I raised my head, then turned to face Mas Farhan who was sitting beside me. Apparently, he was looking at me too. As a result, we looked at each other for quite a long time. Obviously we were shocked to hear Mother's statement.

“Yes, Mommy wants to nemenin you guys. Anyway, the Father will again be outside the city, Mother alone at home,” explained Mother. “No problem, right?”

We're still silent. Mother who accidentally saw us who were still shocked, suddenly asked, "You guys why?”

“No, Bun.” We answer it in unison. It just makes me awkward.

“If you mind Mother staying here, for fear of interrupting your honeymoon, do not papa really. Mommy will catch it next time. How?”

Oh God, Mother. What honeymoon? There is a dark moon. No light, no sweetness. There is bitter.

I pursed my lips. Intentionally wanting to know what answer Mas Farhan would give.

It is perfect to be a chameleon. I can fool anyone. Uh.

Mother smiled cheerfully. "OKAY. Later you guys show Mother's room where, yes.”

“Yes, Bun.”

Alright. Inevitably we have to accept the presence of Mother in our house. Yes even with the presence of Mother there we feel like living in prison. Feel always being watched so we are not so free to do whatever we want. We cannot live life as it has gone by when Mother is not with us.

After dinner and clean up the dirty dishes, I quickly returned to the room, after taking Mommy to her room.

“Najwa, this is why there is a pedestal near the mattress? Who's sleeping here? You guys aren't sleeping together?”

I was aghast because Mother suddenly appeared behind me.

Why is Mommy even here, anyway? I took her to her room, didn't I? Geez, where Mother is very sensitive. Why is Mas Farhan rolling out the mat now? Mother often appears suddenly like this.

“This mother is that anyway? 'How strange if husband and wife do not sleep together? Don't be weird, Mother the question.”

Mas Farhan suddenly came and issued his argument. All right, let's just follow the stage that my husband created.

Waitie? Did he say it was strange that husbands didn't sleep together? Sure, Mas? My head cannot keep quiet. Although small, I shook my head because I was completely inexhaustible with the thought of Mas Farhan.

Mother turned to stare at her son, looking at him intensely, like hinting at a request for an answer.

“So out of prayer, before leaving the room, Farhan fell asleep under.”

Good answer too, Mom. Very tidy, yes, his brain to the extent that the idea continues to make up excuses to Mother.

“Kok doesn't sleep on top anyway?”

“This mother has been confusing me for a long time. Time just sleeps under me, so it's wrong. Anything wrong continue.”

Uh, Mas Farhan .. his face was 'fascinating' once, anyway. I want to tear off the annoying face that he showed this time. What the hell, Najwa? The debate between mother and child is very interesting. So, don't miss it. Ha ha's. O Allah, forgive my error.

“It's not so, Han. Mother is just strange with your attitude. Is it true, you guys don't sleep together?”

I shook my head faintly, completely amazed by the sensitivity of Mother's feelings.

“Yes, Mother. Time to sleep should be together anyway, Bun?”

I smothered my mouth, hiding the laughter that wanted to be broken to hear Mas Farhan. He really looks funny this time. Just imagine, the man who had always been indifferent, cold and angry towards me and was like a hungry lion, suddenly transformed into a tame cat. Funny, right?

"Lagian Najwa will sometimes still have another job. She's from earlier nemenin Mommy, right? Farhan's just taking a short break downstairs, which is wrong where? Time yes, Farhan and Najwa should both continue? Our activities are different. Identical twins are still many different and do not always have to do the same with their twin. Moreover, Farhan and Najwa who were born from parents and from different family backgrounds?”

Let's applaud my husband's intelligence. Her debating ability must have inherited your genes.

“Iya indeed, Han, but Mommy still feels strange. Mommy is sure there is something you close from Mommy. Come on, now you answered Mother honestly!" firmly Mother.

She said a mother's feelings for what happened to her children coincided with fate. A lot of truth, that is. Mas Farhan was silent, seeming to have run out of words to cover up all our problems. I saw Mas Farhan folding the mat he had deliberately prepared to rest earlier, probably afraid to arouse Mother's suspicion.

"Already, yes, Bun. It's night, lo. Mother rest, yes. I'm the same Najwa is going to rest."

Mother immediately left us both.

"Sleep on top, don't let Mommy get suspicious again."

I immediately followed her up to the bed. My heart was still the same as when we first slept with him the first time we arrived at this house. God, after a month we never slept together, finally tonight it happened again.

"Sleep, don't be noisy let alone disturb my rest."

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Tuesday, 15 June 2021