Love 150 Cm.
47. THE HOME OF BUDE RUMI
They are now in front of Rumi's house, and it seems that the two of them have been awaited as well. That was because Rumi and Aaron were waiting on the terrace accompanied by a cup of coffee for the middle-aged man.
While Tasya is still sleeping, Abian hastily woke him by patting.
"Dad, get up, it's here." Abian patted Tasya's shoulders and apparently the woman responded, as soon as Tasya squirmed a little.
"Eum .. Has it arrived?" tanya Tasya who does not know now where.
"Here, we go down." Abian's words made Tasya immediately nod.
Brakes.
Brakes.
The sound of the door closing because they were already outside, and.
"Budeee .. Tasya kangen," said Tasya while running like a child.
Placed.
Gawd.
Mr. Aaron and Abian's voice felt very sad when they saw the state of Tasya.
Mr. Aaron, and Abian stroked his forehead and also felt pain because there was someone who got a give away from Rumi's mother.
"Bude, why am I in the pitak?" in an annoyed tone Tasya asked. Instead of being welcomed, it was even persecuted he thought.
"Somehow, you're not a kid anymore. Bude was amused," said Bu Rumi with his cynical tone that never disappeared from his habit. Even so, he is the person who loves Tasya the most because all cannot be seen only with words, at least pay attention to the small things that Bude Rumi.
Tasya's eyes are round because Bude Rumi refuses to be hugged, is bude not kangen with him? Did Bude really not miss him either? Because we haven't seen each other in a long time.
Tasya let out a long sigh because Rumi's mom wouldn't hug her when trouble came her way.
"We'd better get in." Mr. Aaron opened his voice and asked everyone to come in.
"Okay, Pakde." Abian chimed in with a nod. Then in the end everything went inside and they are now sitting in the living room.
"Dad, your husband told you to rest so now he is tired, and you are quick to take a shower soon we will eat. Bude already nyiapin your favorite food," said Rumi who made Tasya eyes sparkle because it turns out bude rumi is still dear to him.
"Yes, Bude." Tasya answered obediently.
"Mas, take a break in the room." A second Abian's eyes rounded as he was completely dumbfounded by the call 'Mas'. The reason is almost three months of their marriage, not even though Tasya called him politely, and only this afternoon sweet words were said from Tasya's lips.
"Mas," reprimanded Tasya again because Abian was daydreaming.
"Ah, yes. Of course I will rest for a while" Abian said in a nervous voice.
"Pakde, Bude, I'll let you go to the room then." Abian said goodbye to the host, because indeed his entire body needs to be rested.
Miss Rumi and Mr. Aaron nodded.
Tasya followed Abian from behind as she would pick up a towel in the closet.
“Daddy, did you deliberately play the show again on your family?” abian asked with an intense look.
“No.” Answer Tasya flat.
“Lantas?”
“It is not allowed if I call like that,” Tasya said at a glance to glance at the husband.
Abian was silent, digesting what Tasya had just said.
“Why?” tasya asked as he looked at Abian's confused face.
“What that means is that you acknowledge me as your husband,” Bian said in a serious tone.
“For all this time you are ready me, what kind of question is this.” Tasya smiled like a fool. Shaking her head because she did not understand her husband, instead of all this time she was admitting who Abian was, just that she was not ready wholeheartedly to really become a wife.
“Ah, I mean have you opened your heart to my name?”
Tasya smiled, and did not answer but went straight out of the room, carrying a towel to take a bath.
After Tasya left.
“Yes, can be first night. Yeah,” said Abian prancing happy because he felt he was the happiest man on the face of this earth.
Abian in the room continued to cheer happily with vague joggers. Like the kind of boy TK, who has got a gift.
Chequek.
Abian heard the door. Hurry up and lie down and pretend that you are sleeping.
Tasya had just finished her bath, then entered the room to see her husband as she was about to tell Abian to clean up as well. Everyone was waiting to eat, and some dishes were also served on the table.
However, Tasya saw that her husband was asleep, there was a sense of pity if he had to wake her up. Jad, the intention of waking him up he paused.
“It must be very tired, yes already.” Then Tasya came back out to meet the pakde and also his bude. To state the incident at the bakery.
Arriving in the middle room. Tasya immediately sat between the two parents who had been quite meritorious for him.
Mr. Aaron who saw Tasya out himself immediately asked because he went out on his own without any Bian.
“Syah, where's your husband?” asked Mr. Aaron with wry eyes, maybe he was looking for the figure of Abian.
“Mas Bian sleeping, Pakde. Kasian if you have to wake up,” said Tasya speaking with his lethargic face.
“Why? Tangle very it face,” said Bu Rumi because he realized there was no aura of pleasure on Tasya's face.
“Tante Rasti was coming to the store.”
“What! What does that woman want to come.” With a red face, Rumi said.
“Basic cunning woman,” muttered bu Rumi and it was heard by her husband and also Tasya.
Is it possible that Rumi's mom knows something about Rasti's arrival at the store?
"Did Bude know anything about that woman?" it looks if Bude Rumi looks confused and it is very obvious, but Rumi still tries to stay calm.
"No, Bude doesn't know and I'm sure she wants something." Rumi's bude speech was justified by Tasya because it was all true.
"Bude knows what that greedy woman brings."
Bude Rumi shook his head because he did not know what to bring to the Tasya bakery.
"He brought…."
"Eh, Abian boy." Tasya had not been able to continue his speech, but Bude Rumi saw the arrival of Tasya's husband and immediately the three turned to look at the man.
"Abian, you're awake?" Mr. Aaron also responded and Abian who got the question only smiled thinly, which was seen at the corner of his lips.
"Now we just eat, kasian later your husband Shah, for the affairs of the greedy woman. We will discuss later because anyway we need energy even if just cursing.
