LOVE OF ORDINARY MEN

Welcome from Mamah Ros

The next day, they were ready to go to visit the Abimana family home, after Alzam had previously persuaded Olivia to visit the two women's parents.

“We went to Mom's house. I promise, next week we go there,” whine Olivia.

“Oliv, we agreed, right? Did you forget the same thing I said yesterday, hem?” ask Alzam.

“Ngot forgot. Cuman...,” says Olivia.

“Liv, if it continues to be delayed, it will be heavier. Better we start good things as soon as possible,” sidelines Alzam.

“Iya deh, yes. I thought you were, Mas,” said Olivia resigned.

Alzam gently rubbed the top of his wife's head. She knew that Olivia still did not want to meet her mother, because of Mamah Ros's unfriendly treatment of her.

He just does not want the wife to get away from the person who has given birth to his wife just because of him.

The young man put his bicycle helmet on Olivia's head, and got on the bike. He asked his wife to go up and the two drove to the Abimana family home.

On the road, he felt his wife who kept silent. Olivia's not usually like this. If the previous days, when Alzam drove his wife to campus, along the way Olivia would continue to babble, invite Alzam to talk, talk about things that are not important though.

But at this moment, the woman seemed lazy to open her mouth. Alzam knew the cause, and he tried to melt the atmosphere.

“Oh yes, how about we stop by the fruit shop or kueh shop to buy souvenirs?” ask Alzam.

“If you want to give souvenirs to Mamah instead of going there, Mas. But to the boutique, to the jewelry gallery, shoe store, perfume, bags, the pokonya that according to the luxurious Mamah. If it is just a cake or flowers, which are only accepted by the doang, then it is given to the maid. At home no one should eat cake, because according to Mamah, sugar is not good to be consumed in excess."

“Sugar levels in rice eaten daily is enough, so do not need to be added again. That's what Mamah said. I'm lucky if you are given a stale saying thank you from Mamah, the apes if even directly insinuated or even rejected,” said Olivia at length.

That made Alzam comment on his lower lip, because it was like he had spoken wrongly. Olivia's mood was completely frozen, as frozen as the north pole.

From his words alone, it had felt so cold that it made Alzam speechless. Finally came an idea that might melt the atmosphere.

“Ah, how about after returning from the house of Mamah Papah, we go to the supermarket. It just so happens that a lot of it is finished in the kitchen. How's it? Or are we watching maybe?” bring Alzam.

“You're sure I'm dating?” ask Olivia.

“Date?” mumbled Alzam.

He didn't even understand the meaning of the word. However, he often heard couples who came to his shop, saying that they were dating at the time.

Alzam also assumes that the word dating means going alone, spending time outside together, eating at a restaurant or caffe together, watching a movie together, anyway all done together.

“Ehm. How's it? Want no?” ask Alzam again.

“Mau,” sahut Olivia vigorously.

Finally, Alzam managed to change the gloomy atmosphere in the heart of the wife, to be cheerful again with his date invitation.

Sure enough, after that, Olivia returned chatty by making a list of their dating activities later. Alzam only listened while occasionally talking, because he also had to focus on the streets.

Even their journey did not seem to have almost reached the Abimana family residence, because they heard the ravings of the wife. Upon entering the courtyard, Olivia was back in silence.

Alzam felt a cold aura coming from behind him. He turned off the engine, and asked his wife to go down first.

Lazily, Olivia took the helmet off her head and handed it to her husband.

Alzam had already let go of hers, and was standing beside Olivia.

“Come in,” invite Alzam.

He grabbed the wife's shoulder and led her to step onto the porch of such a large house. Alzam knocked on the door several times while saying his greetings, until the door opened.

“Waalaikumsalam, uh... Mas Al, Neng Oliv. Geez, it hasn't been here in a long time. Come on in, log in!” exclaim Bi Ijah, the ART who admires the figure of Alzam.

Both went inside. Just arriving at the border of the living and middle room, they were startled with a sinister voice from the direction of the stairs.

Olivia clenched her hand to hear the insults that were thrown from her mother over her husband.

However, Alzam clasped Olivia's hand, as if to dampen the woman's emotions.

Olivia could only try to be patient, although clearly her face implied a great irritation at all the mother's words. He breathed a heavy sigh before replying to Mamah Ros.

“If Mamah knows herself a little, maybe we have no trouble finding a hand for Mamah. Even if we bring something, there must still be insulted too, right? So, why capital out if the edges are still looked down on,” replied Olivia ketus.

“Oliv! You are yes. Just returned home, had dared to volunteer Mamah aja. Inget. If not for your born Mamah, you would not be in this world,” said Mamah Ros who was upset to see Olivia's attitude.

“Oh yes? If so, Oliv wants to say thank you to Mamah, because I have been worrying about me but can not educate me, thanks to Mamah who did not fondle me, but instead gave me the same babysitter. Your affection is amazing, well,” Olivia quipped.

“This child, the more I...,” said Mamah Ros growled.

“Udah is, Mah. The new boy came even taught to fight. Part of what Oliv says is really true," interrupted Papah Abi.

The middle-aged man was seen just coming down the stairs and approached the wife who seemed upset, because again her husband went against her.

"Oliv, Alzam, you better go to the room first. You must be tired. Rest first,” exclaimed Papah Abi.

“We just stopped by, Pah. We are not long. Coincidentally today, Mas Al is not sure I made a date. But, he wants that we have not come here for a long time, so we stop by to visit Papah with Mamah first,” said Olivia.

Alzam turned his head to hear the words of his wife, because their initial plan would be in this place until the afternoon. However, the welcome from Mamah Ros has certainly made Olivia increasingly uncomfortable lingering in the place.

He went up to the stairs, where his father and mother were. Although upset, but Olivia still greet the two people, as well as Alzam. Although the treatment of Mamah Ros was always bad for him, but he tried to be patient and polite.

As Alzam was about to greet his mother-in-law, Mamah Ros quickly pulled his hand from Alzam, and shook it. The woman from the beginning was lazy to intersect with her poor daughter-in-law.

Olivia was again upset by her maternal behavior, until she who had approached the woman after greeting her father, stopped to greet the person who had given birth to her. He wanted to quickly get out of there.

“Udah right, Mas? We go now yuk,” take Olivia.

However, Mamah Ros, who was not greeted by Olivia, said something that made the woman upset.

“This is the result of your great husband's upbringing? Same Papah salim, same Mamah no,” said Mamah Ros.

Hearing that, Olivia again clenched her hands tightly because her ears felt hot, continuing to hear insults from her own mother's mouth.

“Liv,” call Alzam down.

The young man was worried that Olivia would explode again and further strain his relationship with the mother.

Olivia let out a long sigh before finally looking back at her mother.

“Sorry, Oliv forgot,” says Olivia flat.

He also approached the mother. However, not yet he kissed the back of Mamah Ros's hand, the woman first drew Olivia's hand and watched her up close, as if knowing what happened to those two hands.

He then turned to look at Alzam with a stern look.

“What have you done with my son?” the question is full of emotion.

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