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Chapter 33: Maybe He Pakes Pellets

"Rangga, you do not underestimate such things, try to notice, the grandpa is strange behavior.” Gita tries to convince Rangga with what he is thinking right now. The beautiful adult woman was indeed very afraid of creatures from the other side, and now she believes Arista is being disturbed. 

“Mbak calm down first, do not rush so, Mbak Gita really think so anyway, but I was guessing not that you mbak, hahaha." Rangga tried to melt the tension. Gita turned her head towards the living room, she could see Ngarsinah resting her back on the back of the sofa, while Arista was still in the position of a koala held by her mother. 

“Trus, that's who you brought earlier?" Gita began to shift the subject, in a whispering voice so that Ngarsinah would not hear her voice. 

His memory returns to Ngarsinah who turns out to be able to make his nephew speechless and sleep soundly in the arms of the woman who had just been known by Gita. Bad prejudices began to sway the recesses of his heart.

“Oh that, my friend, I am grateful for him, the person is good and the twins are comfortable being near him. Mbak tau nak–" Rangga was forced to stop his sentence because it was cut by Gita, his cousin was impatient because Rangga who told me in slow motion mode. 

"No! You tell me really long, I can't wait to hear it," Gita was upset because of his brother's actions. 

"Sabaar mbak, the patient person with his body wide hahaha, I want to say that the grandpa has called mama to Arsi since the beginning they met, Arya who still calls aunt." Gita gaped to find a reality that made her not believe but it turns out it was all real. 

"Ga, you don't suspect girls? Let's not say he's wearing a pellet, "Rangga rubbed his face rough. 'Mbak Gita from earlier what was his discussion about the world next to him anyway, was the grandpa who was said to be possessed, now Arsi who said make pellets, huuff I have to what?' Proudly muttered in his heart, it felt like the man was scolding his cousin's sister, but could not bear because from now on he was tired of taking care of Arista who was very fussy. 

"Gini Ga day, people are macems, you are handsome not kelirungannya, tajirnya not cans. Where there are women who do not bend their knees and use various ways to make your decetin," opinion Gita recognized by Rangga, that it could happen 

"I do not reject that opinion anyway mbak, because in religion we also teach about the creation of God from the jinn and demons. For the grandpa we will see until tomorrow, what happens, if we see abnormal, I will ask for help mbak Gita find a way out, but on one condition he is a religious expert, he said, not another expert yes," Rangga does not want to be wrong in this case, however the child is a top priority for him. 

"Then what about the girl?" Gita again asked about Ngarsinah who had not been answered by Rangga. Rangga smiled sweetly and there was a happy look in her sharp eyes. 

"Arsi couldn't possibly do that, I believe her, and she wasn't the kind of woman or a gatel employee who liked to flirt with her boss. Ma'am Gita do not have to worry, yes" explained Rangga and trying to convince the older cousin. 

Time continued to crawl the night, the two boys slept soundly. Arya still comfortably sleeps on the sofa, while Arista comfortably sleeps in Ngarsinah's arms. The tired body and mind made the girl sleep while hugging Ngarsinah. 

Gita and Rangga intend to take Arsi to the available room to put Arista to sleep and Rangga holds Arya. But looking at the scene before them, it really made the motherless Gita hold her back. 

"Ga you're right, she's a sincere woman, your son is also comfortable in her arms. They're all sleeping, how's this?" Gita realized her mistake that had been prejudiced against the beautiful woman. 

"Where are my car keys?" Gita who was surprised to see her cousin was so upset, it was clear the three of them overslept, Rangga even wanted to drive out the car. “Why not sleep in my house just Ga” asked Gita who was getting upset with the silliness of Rangga. 

Rangga's car was indeed placed one in his cousin's house, because the twins previously often played here and Rangga did not want to trouble his brother so he prepared a vehicle in the house. 

It was not Ngarsinah who woke up, but Arista who immediately opened her eyes. The small body wriggled and rubbed his pillow face on Arsi's chest, it made the beautiful woman wake up and rub the little girl's back gently. 

The two of them did not realize there were four pairs of eyes looking at him with warm gazes and happy smiles. 

"Make him my cousin-in-law Ga," Gita's great-grandson who immediately made Rangga turn his head. 

"So, say nothing now and even ask for marriage, hehehe mother-female basis," Rangga shook his head with a smile that did not escape his lips.

Ngarsinah finally realized after a long time Rangga woke her up. 

"Sorry mas, I overslept" he said hoarsely, a distinctive sound of waking up. "Let's take me home, you've been so far that you haven't had time to clean up." Take Rangga who has carried Arya. 

Ngarsinah felt limp and sore all over her body because she slept while sitting. As the woman stood up, Arista woke up again and raised her face.

"Mama Arsi, Grandpa went home, yes" asked the little girl with puffy eyes. The girl could not bear to refuse him, nodding and smiling that was what Ngarsinah did.

"Dear, we go home to Mom." I answered and finally made the girl smile. Gita kissed his nephew's puffed cheeks and gently rubbed the still-at-home boy's head against Ngarsinah's chest. After channeling his affection to his beloved nephew, Gita also cipika cipiki with Ngarsinah, looks very different attitude that Gita showed, was wary but now even happy. 

“Be careful on Ga Street, greetings to your papa and mama, I have not had time to play there.” Gita waved from the terrace as Rangga's car began to move slowly leaving the mansion. 

“Mas, Arista let stay at my house only yes, kasian later if he wakes up and does not see me,” Ngarsinah voice breaks the silence of the night, Rangga turned his head for a while and returned to focus on the crowded road. Unlike in the village of Rorocobek which at this hour is quiet and everyone has been lulled by beautiful dreams, life in the city almost twenty-four hours crowded continues. 

“Can I also stay at your house?”

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