Late Wedding?

Pick up Ponakan

After traveling almost three hours more, we finally arrived in Semarang without a traffic jam or anything like that. I took off my seatbelt immediately when Reynand's car, stopped right in front of the house.

"Would you stop by first or go straight home?" ask me to mince words, even though in reality I know Reynand is taking off his seatbelt.

"the question. The end of the long journey is not told to stop by first."

I chuckled, and then took her down. Reynand swiftly pulled out my travel bag from the trunk, then followed behind me.

"What do you want to drink?" I bargained when we got into the house.

Reynand put down my travel bag and sat down on the sofa. "What's so, what's important is cold. Water is no problem either."

I nodded, then walked towards the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of cold mineral water from inside the refrigerator and returned to the living room.

"Now! Water isn't papa, is it?" I said as I thrust a bottle of mineral water into Reynand.

Reynand smiled as she nodded, only then received the bottle I thrust. After saying his complete thanks with a flirtatious blink from one eye, he then opened the bottle and gulped it down to half. Unconsciously I grimaced. It seems, Reynand is thirsty.

"I go upstairs and bring my bag first, yes," I said as I grabbed my travel bag and carried it to my room.

Reynand simply nodded and let go.

I stopped my intention to go into the room, because my phone was shaking. While grumbling a bit, I then pulled my phone out of my pants pocket, peeked at who called, and found Mas Adi's name on the screen.

"Yes, hello, ass-"

"Where's the position?" cut Mas Adi sounds impatient.

I snorted with the habit of Mas Adi that one. Flanking my phone between my ear and shoulder, I opened the door and went into the room.

"Home," I replied briefly as I put my travel bag on the bed.

"Whose house? Father's House?"

"Hm."

"Yes, go get Kafka if that's it."

I snorted and left the room and closed the door.

"I just got here, Mas," my whine ogah-ogahan.

"Just a minute, Dek. Then it can rest."

Basic, if you want to call 'Dek'.

"Now so?"

"Yes, than Kafka had to wait for it. Pick him up with your mama's motorbike, the motorbike is at the house of the Father. The key is on the bike. Keep eating it, do not you give instant noodles, because yesterday he had eaten noodles."

"There again?"

"There was. Kafka don't you buy ice cream, 'cause he just recovered his cough."

"Continue?"

"Udah. Matthias, yes. Remember that Mas agent, don't you break it!"

"Yes. My niece-Tut tut

Lah, death?

Astagfirullah, Masku! Good thing I love, Mom, try it if not. Where do I want to pick up your son.

While continuing to grumble about how beautiful Mas Adi was, I went down the stairs and approached Reynand.

"Will you come home now or later?" ask me while sitting my ass sideways on the shoulder of Reynand's sofa.

"I'm expelled?" tanyanya.

"No. I'll pick up Kafka, if you want to go home"

"Who is Kafka?" cut Reynand with both eyes narrowed suspiciously.

I laughed as my first response.

"Seriously ask me this, why is it even offered?" reynand protested with a pouting face.

"So that's my niece."

Reynand ber'oh'ria while nodding. "Where are you going to pick him up?"

"School."

"Yes, I'm coming."

"Eh, time comes, don't go. You're here," prevent me from disagreeing.

It feels a little lazy to be asked about Reynand, by the mothers at Kafka school. I'm sure one hundred percent, that rumor will spread right through the village if they find out Reynand is who I am. It's nothing, Father is quite famous in this village, and I'm a one-on-one daughter who is twenty-eight years old but married. So, my good business is among the most sought-after news.

"Not good, ah. What if someone comes here all of a sudden?"

"You're staying saying that the one with the house is leaving."

"When I take your valuables what? You're not afraid?"

"You intend to help in the home of your own future-in-law?"

Reynand. "No."

"Continue?"

"Just why the hell," decak Reynand was anxious.

I let out a sigh of resignation. "Yes, come on, you come along if you do," I said resigned in the end.

Then I stood up. And shortly after, Reynand tailed behind me.

"We're motoring, huh?"

"Can. Who's ahead, me or you?"

"Yes, you are" I replied quickly. I then took Reynand into the garage right next door.

Reynand immediately pulled out a scoopy motor owned by Mba Lusi and rode it.

"Run up!" reynand's orders screamed a little.

I nodded and immediately hung on the bike.

"Where are we going?"

"Right. Udah, just walk, let me later give you a signal while walking."

"okay."

Without a doubt and a little sudden, Reynand turned the handlebar of the motor a bit tight. It made me scream reflexively and hit his shoulder ferociously.

"Be careful dong! If you can't bring a bike, come here, just mending me!" namelku upset.

And without his guilty feelings, Reynand was even satisfied. It seems, he did deliberately want to prank me. Huh, basic!

"Sleeping?" reynand asked after turning off the engine. He then looked at me with an uncertain look. "This isn't the place?"

"Well," I said as I got off the bike.

"No writing of the school name?"

I then went looking for the school's nameplate and did not find it. Uh, did the school change? How come there's no PAUD school writing or anything like that, huh?

"Given the truth, Rey, I'm trying to phone Mas Adi-"

"Eh, Sister Qilla? Tumben is Semarang?"

I stopped the movement of my hand, which had been busy looking for Mas Adi's mobile number. Then turn to the origin of the sound and find a Mother with a somewhat filled posture coming down from her Mio motorbike. I vaguely felt like I knew him, but, I don't remember who. I smiled to return his greeting and nodded slowly.

"Well, who's it, ma'am? The boyfriend must be, huh?"

I smiled awkwardly. Like to be surprised and somewhat bored with the habits of the famous Indonesian friendly, why the heck on the kepo so. Kulirik Reynand smiled as he shook his head as he glanced at me.

"Why?" asked Reynand without a sound.

I just shook my head lazily in response.

"It's a tumben, yeah, kids at this hour haven't been out, yeah."

Mothers I don't remember who this is, monologuing with both eyes venturing around. In my heart I said, "Oh, right, his father is still here, hasn't moved."

"Again, pick up the kid, Mom" Reynand said.

"No, Mom, you're going to pick up the grandson. This is usually at this hour already on the exit table, why the tumbennya not yet. Which person is this? Never seen me. The Jakartans, huh?"

ask the mothers with a tone full of confusion.

Reynand smiled and shook her head. "No, Mom, I'm a Jogja."

"Oah, wong Jogja. Iso by the way Jowo means to? I don't think we are far away. Bagos. Sister Qilla pancen pinter tenan making out boyfriend e."

Seeing Reynand's timid style made me sneer at her immediately.

"Ganjen."

"This means Mr. Hendra is soon a ghost, huh?"

The vow. I'm starting to dislike this conversation. But with his bright face, Reynand answered enthusiastically.

"Remember, ma'am, just ask for his blessing. Hope you can be given a smooth."

Hearing Reynand's reply, I immediately glared sharply at him. Where the mother even immediately nodded and laughed coolly again.

"Yes, that must be Mas. Hopefully, all preparations are launched until the day H, yes, continue to be given a bogeyongan immediately. My advice ojo dik delayed yes, Mas, direct wae. Wes podo-podo age mathuke lek lik to."

"Hehe, yes, Mom. Thank you for your prayers."

"Eh, that's my grandson's out. I didn't go first, yeah. Come, Mommy, Ma!"

"Express, Mom. Monggo - monggo dherek aken."

Reynand smiled, allowing the mothers to get on the bike, and bring the grandchildren home. While I was just smiling awkwardly then nodding, when the mothers pressed their horns and left us.

"It's still young but the grandchild is already that big, yes" Reynand said suddenly.

I immediately looked towards him. "So she's a young married child" I said as I waved my hand when I saw Kafka was out of class.

I then ran over to get to him.

"Bulek's Shadows!" seruku then lifted his body and plied Kafka's cheeks alternately. "how is the school? What did you learn?"

"Color."

"Ohya? Dye what?"

"Home."

"Whose house?"

"Sister does not know whose house," replied Kafka with his innocent face. "the reason was not to ask the teacher first."

I laughed when I heard the adorable answer Kafka gave.

"Why didn't you ask the teacher?"

"Because I'm not curious whose house it is. Uh, you know whose house it is?" errat Kafka suddenly.

"Whose house is it?"

"House of Kafka dong" said Kafka convinced.

"Why is that?"

"Kan coloring Brother, means to be the house of Brother dong."

I laughed at the answer. This is the most boy I can, yes, make me gemes like this. Ah, so I want to bite his nose. My mind while giggling amusedly, after peeking at his right cheek. I dropped Kafka off my sling as we arrived near the bike.

"Go home now, yuk!" take me to Reynand.

Reynand nodded towards me then crouched down in front of Kafka. "Hello, handsome! What's name?" sapanya later.

Kafka looked up at me with his puzzled expression.

"This is Om Rey, Temen Bulek. Come on, salim first," tell me then.

"Bulek's new girlfriend," Ceplos Kafka with his innocent face.

I spontaneously glared. What did he say?

"Regularly dong, Bulek. I wouldn't be a big brother if I was."

Astagfirullah!

Why four-year-olds can know the terms girlfriend and tick-picking. Serem.

Ignoring my speechless face, Kafka immediately invited Reynand salim.

"Hello, Om, my name is Kafka. Kafka Putra Pradipta, I'm four years old, and soon I'll have a sibling."

"Whose child is this," Anxious Reynand pinched Kafka's cheeks in a fit of anxiety.

"Kids-"

"Udah, already, next conversation later. We go home now," I said cutting Kafka's words.

"Come, Bulek, you will talk" Kafka protested, stomping her legs and scaping her arms. Typical of small children who are frowning in general.

"Later. Go, up!"

With her innocent face, Kafka turned her head towards me. "Where is it?"

"On motor dong, brother," decakku ga.

"Delivery?"

"Wake."

Reynand looked up at our little debate, then shook his head.

"Kok even on the storm itself anyway," kekeh Reynand still while shaking his head. "Here you go, where is Kafka sitting? Standing in front of Om, what in the middle, sitting with Bulek Qilla?"

"Front of me. Brother doesn't want to sit down for Bulek."

"God! What did you say?" I glared sharply at Kafka.

With his innocent face, Kafka even grinned and went straight up on the bike.

"Obsolutely his eyes. Riding up!" rebuking Reynand, made me frown and finally ride on the bike.

"Have you come home straight away?" reynand asked while twisting the gas handlebar.

I'm shaking. "Close to the shop first. Buy a meal for the boy."

"Well, make Kafka? I ain't?"

"Want to?" I asked while sticking my chin on his shoulder.

Without a doubt, Reynand nodded.

"Sister, what will he eat? Rice rames in Bude Tasmi's stall, will you?"

"No. Brother wants to eat a pair of saucy eggs with soy sauce," Kafka refused to make me frown.

"The eggs don't need to be blocked, do they?" negoku.

Yet again Kafka shook his head. "No want. If shaken, certainly not fried Bulek itself, but buy. I don't like it when the eggs are cold, bad. Amis."

I immediately snorted in disappointment with the response Kafka gave. Emang most good, yes, my favorite nephew is making Buleknya sprain.

"So stop by the stall?"

I'm shaking. "No. Go straight home."

"OK," Reynand replied.

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"Until now!" reynand exclaimed when we got in front of Father's house.

Then with his suppleness, he helped Kafka down.

"Horay!! Until!!" kafka shouted. "Thank you, handsome Om, pick up Brother" he continued before running into the house. It made me feel anxious and immediately shouted at him.

"Kok Bulek is not given a thank you too?" protests later.

"Basar pintai," Reynand sneered at me. And with no idea of his shame, he suddenly grabbed my shoulder and invited me to enter the house. "Take a look, let me help Kafka change his clothes" he added.

"Enak at you, apes at me dong?"

"Why is that?" Reynand turned to look at me with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, because Kafka can change his own clothes. And the important point is, Kafka is already a big ass, who always feels doing this - it can be alone. Yes, you could say independent."

Reynand nodded with an expression of astonishment.

"Cool, yeah. So want one, uh, two dengs. Time's just one, less exciting dong, huh?"

In response, I immediately glanced at her cynically and released her hand that had once embraced me.

"Then get there!" ketusku then leave it in first.

Tbc,

mumpung again diligently 😂 up teroosss ah 😁