Late Wedding?

Trying to Enjoy Life

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"Later I might pick her up late, yes," said Reynand, looking at me, who was now leaping over my seatbelt.

I nodded and grabbed my paperbag which I accidentally put on the back passenger seat. "Yes, the important thing is to be informed" I said as I prepared to open the door, but Reynand was arrested.

"Kan, right, forgot."

My forehead shriveled spontaneously and stopped my intention to open the door and turned towards Reynand with a puzzled look.

"No, this is what I brought. Have you who are black, and who I have is batik. Even if the taper is not papa, it is the same."

"Not that, which, I'm having trouble with. But something important and obligatory, that you missed."

I scratched my head confused. "What did I miss?"

With a pouting expression, Reynand rolled both of her eyeballs before finally thrusting her right hand. It made me chuckle and then grab his right hand and kiss the back of Reynand's hand. Continued with Reynand who kissed my forehead, after having had time to kiss both cheeks alternately. During the marriage, this was a mandatory activity that we had to do, according to Reynand's version. If according to my version is definitely not mandatory, only sunnah only.

"Be careful, I'm going straight in, okay?"

"Yes, don't miss me" exclaimed Reynand but I ignored him.

"As far as you are, my mother" I said, closing the car door. Waving my hand for a moment, when Reynand's car had disappeared from my sight, I went inside.

"Assalamualaikum, beautiful," I said to Sandra as I photographed her cup of coffee. The girl immediately gasped in shock and scowled towards me.

"Hehe, Ms Qilla, it's been a while, Mommy?"

"Must. The others haven't nyampe?"

Sandra shook her head and fiddled with her phone. "Otewe looks like, Ma'am. Was it delivered by Mas Rey, Ma'am?" ask her while sipping her coffee.

I nodded as a sign of response.

"You want coffee, Mommy?" sandra Tawal.

"No, thank you," I refused, shaking my head and preparing to go upstairs, but Sandra was arrested.

"If you take a picture of me first, will you, Ma'am?" sandra's grin while looking at me bashfully.

I clucked then shook my head, then thrust out my palm.

"Where, here! Just once but, huh?"

"Sip. Just so good, once is enough, Ma'am," Sandra said as she thrust her phone at me.

I snorted and received his phone. Directing Sandra's phone at him, and giving him a cue.

"1...2..3.. rice!"

"Oh, what's the rice, Ma'am?" sandra protested while receiving her phone that I handed her.

"Why? We are Indonesians, we have to use rice, right? Should noodles be eaten with rice?"

"But time yes, rice anyway, Ma'am, fortunately the results are good," grumbled Sandra while shaking her head.

"Clearly, wong is a professional photographer. The Americans call it cheese, the Korean Kimchi, yes, we call it rice."

"Super genius this is my boss' mother," grumbled Sandra, "but I keep popas caption IG allowed, Ma'am?"

I hit him on the head with a ballpoint pen. "Bas with you, eh! It was there, posted and then matiin data. Abis is work." Then walk away leaving him.

"Who's the cheese, ma'am?"

Hearing Sandra's reply, I immediately stopped my footsteps and turned my head towards her. Both of my eyebrows shot up with both eyes staring at Sandra flat, then said, "Hape data you are, the time of the neighbor data hape."

"But hape me no more internet data quota, ma'am, this is my Wi-Fi boutique."

"Yes, turn on your Wi-Fi phone. Wrong, yes, I put Wi-Fi in the boutique," I decided to shake my head and walk away.

As soon as I got upstairs, I immediately put my pepperbag containing rice and also the side dishes that I cooked earlier, for my lunch later, on the kitchen table. I then picked up a bottle of cold water and walked towards my room. I put down my water bottle and sat on the chair. Take the phone out of the bag and tinker with it. Shortly after, a WhatsApp message from Reynand came in.

The Husband:

Sent a pict

The Husband:

Already arrived at work safely, safely, and without being tempted by a girl or widow passing by 😆🤗😍😘😘😘

The Husband:

Happy activities of his beloved wife Mamas 😘😻💏

I immediately laughed as I read the message Reynand sent.

"Basic," I muttered while shaking my head.

I then took a selfie with the finger pose forming the letter V, and then sent it to Reynand

Me:

Sent a pict

Me:

Hi, Mas husband, I'm from here encouraging you who are working 🤗😘

The Husband:

Thank you dear 🤗😘💏

I smiled and shook my head and put my phone on the table, without any intention of replying to Reynand's message. Hehe, because if I reply, we will not be working, even busy exchanging messages.

"So cool, is this a newlywed?"

I then immediately turned to the origin of the sound and found the Monik whilee brought the papperbag and walked towards me.

"Eh, you, Mo? What's up?" tanyaku.

Monik then put his papercbag on my desk and sat on the chair in front of me.

"Bikinin. The youngest Mas Hasan is getting married. Being made a little lebaran, I look fat. Don't be long, La, stay a month and a half."

"How much do you pay?" my aunt stood up and held the meter around her neck.

"How brave, what matters is."

I nodded while giggling amusedly. Then start measuring the moniker.

"How's it going?" ask Monik.

"Who?"

"You are your husband, La. Whose time is it."

I'm straight on 'oh'ria. "Thank God, be healthy."

"Is there any sign?"

I stopped my hand writing and crossed my hands in front of my chest and looked at him flat.

"What signs?" I pretend I don't understand. Despite the fact, I was quite sensitive to the intent of the question."

"Pretend not to understand."

"Yes, your question is ambiguous anyway, so it's only natural that I don't understand."

"pregnancy. Are there any signs?"

I took a breath and then shook my head. "Yet, Mo, it's still new. Relax, enjoy the time alone first, do not have to rush."

Monik. "But you're not procrastinating, are you?"

"No."

"Do you want me to know an obgym specialist?" monik haggling, makes me pout.

"No, Mo, thanks. I'm the same Rey agreed not to rush."

"Consultation only, La, do not need to directly program."

"Yes, thanks, later, yeah. If we need to, I can."

"Okay, I'm just a nawarin, yeah. I don't mean to do anything, you need that one time. If not, yes, no papa. Sorry, if my question was a little offending. Seriously, La, I mean good."

Inevitably, I finally nodded. Although a little unwilling, actually.

"Yes, thank you. Just for now don't be it, Mo. Fear even disappointed or what if later the program does not immediately succeed."

"Yes, too. Hehe, I used to do that too, La. And the pressure is much bigger."

"Well, then, mending I enjoy this first. Than stress later, will kasian my husband later."

"Yes, too. Uh, but you guys don't have any plans for a honeymoon or anything like that? My cousin open a travel agent, new, so there are still many promos. Interested?"

"No, thank you, we don't have a plan, uh, maybe not yet. Anyway, still want to buy a house first, Mo."

"Your apartment, it's the elite area, why buy a house?"

"Now?"

I'm shaking. "Jogja dong, I'm the same Rey living in Jogja."

"If in Semarang already got its own ration, huh?" moda Monik while nudging my shoulders.

"What, already, this is what you want to make?"

"Whatever, just a new model, yeah."

"Males. Just a general model, yes, the important thing is that you don't look fat?" bargain me, get him to negotiate.

The monik thought for a moment, before finally saying, "Okay, 50% discount%?"

Without the slightest hesitation, I directly hit the Monik's shoulder using my notebook. Makes Mother Killa complain of pain and laugh lightly.

"Handering doang, very sensi anyway, like a brand of pempers."

"Yes, you ask for a discount on responsibility, why only 50% why not 101% all of you?" decakku.

"Can?"

"That's fine, but the condition is that you have to be a maid in my apartment for a year. Wanna?"

"Ora sudi," reject Monik raw.

I just chuckle amusedly.

"Yes, I went straight home, yeah, here. I'm gonna go get Killa."

"Yes, what's up here?" tanyaku.

"Yuli Motorcycle Pinjem."

I'm nodding. "Yes, be careful, yeah. Greetings to Killa," I said as I chirped with the Monik.

"Yes, don't forget to discount me later, yeah."

I snorted in response. "Basic! Back home!"

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"Alhamdulillah, until also," sighed Reynand while throwing his body on the sofa, his briefcase he put on the floor just like that.

After picking me up, we were stuck in traffic for almost an hour because of an accident, but it usually only took twenty minutes from my boutique to our apartment.

"Do you want warm water? Or eat first?" I asked while picking up Reynand's briefcase.

Reynand turned to me with a smile, her tired face she could not hide.

"You're not tired, are you? We both just got home from work. When you still want to serve me?"

"And that is my duty and duty as a wife, Mas. So, you wanna take a shower or eat first?"

"Mandi," Reynand answered and stood up.

"Well, I'll have dinner if that's the case" I said and turned to the kitchen.

I then warmed up the capcay stir fry I made this morning, after which I fried the catfish I had seasoned this morning. Once everything is ready, I then arrange it on the table. Shortly after, Reynand came closer to me. Kissing my right cheek and then plucking the carrot in the capcay saute, then putting it in my mouth and chewing it slowly.

"Dining is the same as last day, papa, right?"

"No papa, as long as it's not stale it doesn't matter." Reynand shook his head no problem, his hand outstretched about to pluck a piece of meatballs, but I held it.

"Eat it with a spoon dong, not polite, ah."

"One doang, which."

"If you want abisin no problem, Mas. But put on some rice," I said, clucking.

Reynand nodded and sat down on the chair. "Yes, take it all." he then pointed the plate at me.

I picked up the plate and started spooning the rice using the rice entong. "So this is enough?"

"Add a little."

"A little more, your husband's gonna be eating porters, which is."

I then scooped up a little more rice. "So much less?"

"The advantages of the little, which. If a lot of later I'm nervous, my torn bread is missing which is later changed to a steamed sponge."

I snorted in disbelief, heard his slightly exaggerated confession and then shook my head.

"Emang since when do you have torn bread? Not the old steamed sponge, huh, the shape?"

"From before?" parrot Reynand with a somewhat exaggerated face of surprise, "do you know that I didn't have torn bread? Have you ever tasted? Is it okay when I accidentally overslept at the boutique you fit to take the jacket that time?"

"What the hell? Unclear. Keep on going!" I said while handing over his rice plate which already contained rice and side dishes.

"The sense of humor, my dear wife. Thanks for the dinner," Reynand blinked and started eating.

I then sat down next to Reynand and took the rice for myself.

"Not showered yet, who?" ask Reynand in between the chews.

I'm shaking. "Later, you guys do the dishes."

"If it's a matter of dishwashing let me do it. Abis eat you shower right away, huh?"

I nodded without protest and began to eat my food.

"When do you plan to play in Semarang?" ask Reynand suddenly.

"Later, if it's a little loose."

"For many pesenan?"

Reynand nodded. "Lumayan."

"Don't get a lot of customers, yeah. I don't like you being sick because you're mostly sick. You if you've been working like to forget the time, if it's been tepar new deh, inget."

"Prints, Mas."

"You if you're not comfortable call me Mas, call me aja not papa really. I'm not a problem, call Masnya if there is another Mother or Father," said Reynand suddenly.

I suddenly stopped my hand bribing the rice, then looked at Reynand. If I can be honest, until this moment I am still a bit awkward to call him Mas. But since Reynand is already my husband, I still want to learn to call him Mas.

"The horror's weird, huh?"

With a confident nod, Reynand nodded. "Little."

"And again the learning stage. Later also the horror will be good. In any case, if you call it just fitting there is a Mother and Father or Father and Mother, later if I forget how? It's not funny, I'll be taken with Mom again. No, ah. Mother if angry fiercely," I said while spooning a mouthful of rice along with a piece of cabbage.

Reynand laughed and agreed. "Yes, it's like you. Resembled. Exactly."

"Babylon!"

"But nagging?" goda Reynand while playing both his eyebrows up and down.

I immediately sneered at him. "Damn, spiciness!"

"Well, aren't you?"

With a firm coil I replied, "No, no."

"Oh, that, huh? So I don't bother?"

"Okay, the feeling."

"Bring up feelings, baper later, confused about where to go. On Facebook, I asked why he didn't answer papa. That means what the hell? Let's what?"

"Huh?" my response was spontaneous while gawking, out of confusion.

Reynand chuckles. "Difficulty, huh, not even my little jokes?"

With a plain move, I nodded. "Rubber."

Then Reynand came back and patted me on the shoulder.

"No papa, I can do it for a long time. It's eating, isn't it? Do the dishes?"

I nodded in agreement while giving my two thumbs up and then smiled sweetly.

"Thank you my dear husband. I take a shower first, yes," I said, winking flirtatiously and leaving the kitchen.

"The sweet one, baby!!"

"Yes!"

**Tbc,

growing number 😭😭😭😭

sorry for the new stunt up, because the body again gk can be invited to compromise. want to be pampered2 gtu story. loyo, the innate pen bobo syantik, but keinget blom up. want up, want up, mles 😅 so yeah so long up her. mon maap yak 🤗🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 hopefully there are still read deh 😅 udh so much, yes

see you next part 🤗😍😘😘😘**