Married Bad Boy

Grandpas

After the completion of the pilgrimage, the Pradipta family tradition has not ended. Now Azri must visit the family elder, his own grandfather. Widya was nervous because this was the first time she would meet in private. At the wedding yesterday he only talked briefly with Azri's grandfather.

"Ah, I'm so lazy to come back here." Azri muttered before they walked into her grandfather's residence which was all traditional.

Every corner of the building is designed like a traditional house, but still luxurious.

"Finally you guys came too.“

Widya thought she would see a traditional room with folding walls and another low table apparently she was wrong. The living room was even more luxurious than the room already passed. It is dominated by wooden furniture, ceramics that like it cost hundreds of millions, as well as various knick-knacks made of brass.

Widya's gaze fixed on the figure of Pradipta's grandfather sitting in the middle room with a friendly smile on his face made Widya a little relieved.

"Why just stand there? Come here.“

Widya walked over and bowed her body in honor. The man smiled satisfied with Widya's polite demeanor while Azri remained standing tall.

"Let's say hello too" whispered Widya to Azri's waist.

"Should it?"

"You should pay respect to the older ones." Widya glared at him.

Azri snorted and her gaze shifted on her grandfather. Apparently his grandfather also waited for Azri until he gave a salute. Azri sighed in defeat and he bowed his body. After that, his grandfather smiled.

"Sit down, you must be tired not after the wedding yesterday" said Pradipta's grandfather.

Azri again snorted then sat on the sofa and Widya sat beside her.

"Grandfather, why call us here? You don't feel like all the newlyweds must be busy on the day after the wedding—auchh!"

Azri did not continue his sentence because Widya's elbow again landed on her waist. He glanced quickly at Widya who was staring straight at Pradipta's grandfather, as if nothing had happened.

"Damn!"

"You must not say disrespectful words to grandfather," Widya sighed without looking at him.

"You!" Azri was eager to spill all his complaints, but his sentence was forced to be swallowed back because his grandfather spoke.

"It's the first time I've met my grandchildren. Actually there is one activity that I really want to do," said Pradipta's grandfather spirit, with sparkling eyes that make Widya spirit.

"What is grandpa?"

***

Azri sat up in a chair by the lake, looking at the annoyed two people who had fun with their fishing tackle.

Exactly as he suspected. Grandpa must have invited them fishing, a hobby that did not decline at all on Azri and strangely, it was Widya who seemed very happy with the boring thing. The two people were engrossed in having fun both ignoring her who was about to die bored on the spot.

"You're quite talented at fishing, son." Grandpa was very happy. For a long time he had not had such a fun fishing session. Too bad both his son and grandson no one understands how exhilarating fishing is.

"When my father was alive, we used to go fishing. We sometimes camped by the river and started fishing at dawn.“

"Hahahaha. I should invite you often then.“ Grandpa looked at Azri. "I like your wife."

"Terserusah," said Azri ketus. He just wanted to get out of this place.

Azri's annoyance turned out to continue to the dinner. His grandfather didn't let them go home without dinner in the house.

"Grandfather, why should we eat here too? The distance between the resorts is quite far," Azri grumbled at dinner.

"Be quiet. You don't see the food here all made from fish caught by your grandfather and wife. Even she had been kind enough to cook it. You're lucky to have a wife like her. Grandfather so remembered your late grandmother," recalled Pradipta's grandfather looking up at the ceiling.

"Eat a lot so that grandfather is always healthy." Widya gave a plate full of rice to Pradipta's grandfather who immediately accepted her with joy.

"You too, Brother." Widya put another bowl in front of Azri which was greeted by the gentle sneer of the man.

Sis? Azri's ears were itching to hear that familiar snob call

"Ah, delicious. You're very good at cooking. Like Azri's mother," Pradipta's grandfather said spontaneously when tasting Widya's cooking.

Azri held tightly to her rice plate as grandfather discussed his mother. Widya could clearly see the change in Azri's expression.

"You should try this fish, it's delicious." Widya interrupted Azri's sad look by putting a piece of fish on top of her rice. Azri. Widya's actions actually reminded her of her late mother.

When she was alive, her mother always did something like this so she would eat. Azri fed the rice to her mouth with a feeling of sadness. Although the food was delicious, he found his throat choked. He stared at the girl who was his wife. Her father was wrong to make this girl his wife. Widya reminds her of her mother.

That's so wrong.

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