Last Mate

18. Narrating

After traveling for about three hours, Akhtar and Arumi finally arrived at their parents' house. Akhtar's car slowly entered the courtyard of such a spacious house. Can be seen from the glass of the car, a lot of flowers planted around the house and spruce trees that almost meet along the road to the main house.

Arumi was amazed to see the beauty before her eyes. His eyes sparkled brightly to find so many types of flowers planted there. Akhtar finally stopped his car right on the porch. Then they got out of the car at the same time, before Akhtar took a suitcase with their clothes in the trunk.

"Well, we're in." Akhtar's right hand grabbed and clasped Arumi's hand tightly. His left hand was dragging his suitcase.

Arumi stopped her steps as they were about to reach the door that looked majestic. Akhtar. "Why?"

Arumi shook his head, then he took a breath before throwing it back. "Come, mas."

Now Arumi looks more intense than ever. However, Arumi will face everything with Akhtar, so he will not be afraid. He will also try to attract a good impression for the mother-in-law, so that the mother-in-law likes him.

Akhtar was relieved to see that his wife did not give up. They continued their steps until they were right in front of the door. Akhtar slowly squeezed the bell home three times in a row.

Shortly after that the magnificent door slowly opened. A middle-aged woman who was almost the same age as Arumi's mother, smiling kindly welcomed their arrival.

"Finally, Aden came home too. Let's go in."

Apparently a housekeeper, Arumi thought it was the mother of her husband. Without taking off his grasp, Akhtar led Arumi in.

"Who is this, Mas?" whispers of Arumi to Akhtar.

"That's Mbok Darmi, who takes care of my mom at home."

"Owh.. Which mama's trus?"

"Where are you, Mbok?" akhtar asked without answering Arumi's words.

"The lady is in the back garden, Mbok calls. Aden rest first, the usual room in Aden is always clean so it can be used immediately."

"Yes. Thanks Mbok, I'm going up first."

"Oh yes, the guest room can also be used directly for his friend Aden" said Mbok Darmi who stopped Akhtar's move.

"Eh, this is not my friend Mbok. This is my wife, her name is Arumi."

"What's? Aden's wife? I'm sorry Mbok, who doesn't know this." Mbok Darmi was so surprised to hear the confession of his employer's son.

Arumi smiled kindly, then shook Mbok Darmi's hand. "Okay, Den Akhtar turned out to be a pinter yes find a wife. It's beautiful Aden's wife."

"Thank you, Mbok." great-granddaughter Arumi shyly.

"Yes, you guys just fucked up first. Then Mbok call Madam in the back garden."

"Yes, we go up first Mbok."

Then Akhtar took Arumi to his room that he had occupied before while still living with his mother. Akhtar and Arumi entered the room so spacious, with a feel that was almost the same as his room at home.

"Well, it's a big room, Mom."

Arumi's eyes trace every corner of Akhtar's old room. Clean without the slightest dust. It was clear that the room was cleaned every day.

Akhtar placed the suitcase he was carrying near the wardrobe. Then he approached his wife who still looked to admire his old room. From behind Akhtar hugged his wife and placed his chin on Arumi's shoulder.

"But it's not as big as our room, is it?" whispers in Arumi's ears

"Hehe. Ja. Our room is bigger. Emm, thank you." Arumi gently stroked Akhtar's hand that had been coiled in her queen's belly.

"For?"

"Because I've become my husband. Being a healing man for me and...."

Arumi stopped her speech, then turned her body to face Akhtar. With his courage, he grabbed Akhtar's face with both hands and brought his face closer. "And thank you for loving me too" he added before putting his lips together at Akhtar's.

Meanwhile. . . .

Tania, Akhtar's mom. Seen being focused picking red roses in the garden behind the house. Mbok Darmi with a giant step approaching his employer who has been engrossed in flower plants since.

Indeed almost all the plants in his residence, Tania herself who planted. Tania really likes gardening, because there are no more activities she finally fills her free time with gardening.

"The lady's been outside for a long time, let's go inside" said Mbok Darmi, who was behind Tania.

"Eh, the Mbok. Wait a minute, I still want to take the white tulips." point Tania at the row of tulips that look so fresh.

"Let's let Mbok get it. Let's go in." Mbok Darmi did not want his employer was exposed to too much wind, worried about the condition of his employer's body is still not good.

"Ah, if Mbok Darmi can be meticulous."

"Allah. It's just meth, isn't it."

"Ngorgeous. It's a technique, not a meticulous one."

"Yes already, already. Then Mbok wait here." Mbok Darmi chose to give up.

What is just ART, mah's employer is always sinter and real. Inner the Mbok.

"Ouch. I forgot this, yes. That Den Akhtar is home."

The scissors that Tania had originally held fell just like that when she heard that her son had come home.

"Ah, Mbok didn't say the hell. Yes, I want to meet my son."

Soon Tania rushed back home and left the flowers she had picked up earlier. But of course Mbok Darmi will not close his eyes, he knows the habits of his employer. Every time he heard his son come home, he would forget anything.

Mbok Darmi followed Tania with a bunch of tulips and a rose in his right hand.

Before meeting Akhtar, Tania heads to the kitchen. "Mbak Erna please prepare dinner, yes. Imminent. A lot of things about my son coming home. Trus manyin cook vegetables and meat, there should be no fish on the table." Tania message to the cook.

"Yes, Him."

Mbok Darmi carefully placed the flowers he had brought earlier onto the living room table.

"Mbok, Akhtar's resting up there, right?" tanya Tania who just came out of the kitchen.

"Yes, Den Akhtar is resting. Shall I call you?"

"No need, Mbok. I called myself."

Tania with a happy and energetic mood, headed straight over where Akhtar's room was located. He can't wait to meet his son who hasn't been home for a long time. Slowly turning the doorknob, Tania intended to surprise her son.

The door is open. With an expanding smile, Tania went inside. But when his incoming smile instantly vanished so, his eyes widened in surprise. Intending to surprise even himself who was made surprised by the scene in front of him.

"AKHTAR..!!"

A loud screech was heard all the way downstairs. Mbok Darmi and Mbak Erna were surprised, they clearly recognized the voice.

"Oh my God, I forgot to tell Madam that Den Akhtar is coming home with his wife."

Duh Gusti died me. Inner Mbok Darmi

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