Just A Wedding

Special Episode 1

The civil trial between Pak Satrio and Mbak Asri was won entirely by Pak Satrio. But I don't want to ruin Adrian and Adry's memories of their home. The house they once shared. I ask Mr. Satrio to fulfill the desire of Ms. Asri to give the house on behalf of Adrian and Adry.

" Gold, we can buy new assets but not with his memories. I'm not what the house in ....on the name Adrian and Adry. For Tough, Thavisa, Zeeshan and Ziancha we can save him" I suggested to Mr. Satrio.

" You....really saying this ?" asked Mr. Satrio surprised to automatically sit from his bed.

I'm nodding.

" Aaah no ! I just want to be fair to my children" replied Mr. Satrio back in bed.

" Build the house many happy memories for Adrian and Adry. I don't want to take away those memories from Adrian and Adry. "

" Thank you very much for all your understanding. Tomorrow I go to the advocate office of Mr. Raharjo to discuss this matter,"

Mr. Satrio looked at me and hugged me. " Didn't this hurt you ? I don't want you to get hurt in the slightest by my attitude and actions. I've hurt you a lot. I don't want you to get hurt again. "a soft voice is heard voicing the sentence that was conveyed to me.

" No. Let Adrian and Adry still have memories of the house. For me it's also fun as long as it's not Satrio who's still reminiscing about the past,"

" Well, words like this that I don't like. You always bring up my past. When I talk about him (what I mean is Ma'am Asri. Mr. Satrio often does not mention the name of Maak Asri but replaces it with the name "He"), you feel persecuted. ", said Mr. Satrio while squeezing my nose.

" Don't you say to Mbak Asri," Hopefully we meet again not in a state of disagreement and conflict like this. Yes...in a family atmosphere," I said mimicking Mr. Satrio when shaking hands with Mbak Asri at the end of the trial won by Mr. Satrio.

" Aaah you're starting again. Every time you get upset with me, that's what you say. Counting more than a thousand times you say that. Twins are not born until they are two months old. " Satrio made fun of me and hugged me even more.

" It indicates that Satrio wants to meet again with Mbak Asri," I replied briefly and tightly to Mr. Satrio.

Mr. Satrio smiled and asked, "Is this also Sebastian's teaching ? "

" Emmmmm," I replied, bringing Mr. Satrio's face closer to me with both hands. We've been clashing in the face, a little more the touch happened. Mr. Satrio was about to grab my lips, Zeeshan's crying voice stopped Mr. Satrio.

" Zeeshan is crying, it's your turn ! " satrio ordered while patting me on the forehead and ignoring the kiss that was about to be given to me.

" No '" I refused

" no ? "

" No ..... I'm tired, mas only ! " i replied while covering my body with a badcover.

Mr. Satrio turned to me and looked at the baby box where Zeeshan and Ziancha were.

" Aren't you the one who made my choice to take care of Ziancha and you take care of Zeeshan" Satrio protested to me.

We, I did decide to take care of our twins myself, anyway I did not work. And I propose splitting the task if it's night. Mr. Satrio took care of Ziancha and I took care of Zeeshan, while Tangguh and Thavisa stayed asleep with my mother-in-law.

" But I'm tired of mas...nih...try to look at my feet until sore - sore all because tired," my whine to Mr. Satrio.

" Aaah you've always been like this. Self-determination, self-inflicted," exasperated Mr. Satrio as he stood towards the baby box where Zeeshan was, replacing Zeeshan's diapers painstakingly.

My sense of efficacy turned out to be very excessive on Mr. Satrio. It's true said Mr. Satrio, not infrequently I pretend to fall asleep when Zeeshan is crying despite my duty to care for Zeeshan. Teasing and waking Mr. Satrio who was sleeping when Ziancha who was crying even though I was awake.

" Maaaasssss," I cried softly at Mr. Satrio as he lay beside me.

" Hemmmmm," replied Mr. Satrio blindly.

" Maaaasssss," I said softly and spoiledly calling Mr. Satrio.

" Yes .......What dik Rin," still with closed raised both hands to be made a backrest (sorry) the head of Mr. Satrio.

" Maaaasss my legs are tired," I whine by propping my feet on Satrio's flat stomach.

" Cappuccino maaassss. ....No pity for my wife ? " whimper me again while reaching for Mr. Satrio's hand to immediately massage my feet that are above the flat stomach of Mr. Satrio.

Mr. Satrio even in his early fifties still has a good posture with a height of one hundred and eighty-five and a handsome face that he has. Of course this is inseparable with the healthy lifestyle of Mr. Satrio who always does. Diligent exercise and maintain a diet, different from me who is always tempted to see good food.

" Yes, be kind..rather than your whining of twins," replied Mr. Satrio then sewn at my feet with both hands and the dim netra restrained the drowsiness.

" It's been five minutes, now you're massaging my back ! mr. Satrio's orders to stop his massage on my leg.

" Not yet five minutes, still three minutes,"

" It's even more so six minutes," said Mr. Satrio as he grabbed Beker's clock on the nightstand next to our bed.

" Aaah mas cheating..mas turn it myself just now I see," I tried to take the clock that was in the grasp of Mr. Satrio.

" No. I didn't turn it around, it was already six minutes. "

" Yes, I saw you turn the minute hand" I said, turning the minute hand back even earlier.

" Dear ! Can't cheat ten o'clock and forty minutes why you turn ten minutes early. "

" Yes, it means I have to massage more,"

" Aaah no ! Now it's your turn to massage my back,"

" Wouldn't want to ! Mas Satrio cheated on me not five minutes yet,"

" Then we use the alarm, we must be sportive." suggested Mr. Satrio while turning the alarm button on the Clock Beker.

" okay. We're alarms,"

" That means start from the beginning. Mas Satrio who took my foot first ! "

" You make fun of me cheating, you're cheating yourself. I don't want to, it's your turn !" while shortening Mr. Satrio's hand still kekeh do not want to massage my feet.

" Aaahhh is sick..like pain dear ! " spirited Mr. Satrio to me.

" Which one....."

" Sleeve."

" Mad is too much work, so tired all," my advice to Mr. Satrio by giving a massage - a gentle massage.

" Yes...honey ! For the sake of our family..........."

Silent.

I'm still pinching Mr. Satrio's arm. A moment later a soft snore sounded from Mr. Satrio's lips.

" Well......Satrio is !" call me to Mr. Satrio who's been slumbering.

Once again I was fooled by Mr. Satrio.

Those are the days I spent with Mr. Satrio despite the time we had a little each day, but we vented with affection.

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Waiting for the next chapter brother.....