Marry me, Mr. Mafia

Episode 87's

Lebaran day.

All gathered together with relatives after having performed Eid al-Fitr prayers together at the mosque nearest their residence. Today is truly a happy day for all Muslims around the world.

Aila now sat down in front of Varen who was sitting on the sofa. At first Varen was confused until he was about to help Aila to sit next to him again, but Aila refused and explained that this is the usual thing a wife does during Eid al-Fitr.

"Mas.I'm sorry if I ever offended you. Whether it's with words or actions that I intentionally or maybe not I intentionally. On this holy day, may you forgive all my faults and bless me as the wife of Mas Varen."

Aila finally finished her heart phrase which was arranged into a touching sentence, although it did sound bricky and also slightly trembling. Understand this is the first time Aila apologized to her husband on Eid.

"You're my best wife Aila, baby. God has forgiven all your mistakes. I hope, dear also want to forgive all the mistakes of the past until the present. Really mas meridhoi you as the wife of the most loved, dear and mas hope our togetherness as husband and wife will remain until later to heaven."

Those words were so beautiful and made Aila cry. Varen did not stay silent to see his wife crying, he immediately grabbed both shoulders of Aila to be able to hug her and kiss Aila's forehead.

After the apology is over, Aila invites Varen to visit the house aboutga in their complex.

"We're visiting now, baby?"

"Yes mas. Before they come to our house, we'd better visit their house first."

Aila pulled Varen's hand towards the door, but as soon as they opened the door, apparently the children and teenagers and young women of the complex had arrived in front of the fence of Aila's house.

"Assalamualaikum, aunt Aila, o'm Varen."

Greet them together. One of them opened the gate and allowed the other to enter.

"Glamma!" Aila and Varen together.

Aila smiled kindly welcoming all of them, as well as Varen.

"Om the same about to go wide, huh?" Ask one of the young men.

"plan yes. But since you guys came first, so let's go inside." Take Aila.

"OK on in.." Varen continued to invite the group of children into their home.

All children come in and sit on a carpet that has been stretched in the front room ready with all kinds of typical pastry cakes.

"You want to eat ketupat with chicken opor?" Aila asked them as they sat down and some started tasting the cake.

"You aunt.."

"I want to too…"

"I'm also aunty.."

"Let's just calm down, it's all going to be part. But, the chick helps aunty yuk kedapur.." Take Aila.

"Every aunt."

Five girls called complex girls also come with Aila to the kitchen to help take dishes, spoons and also ketupat and his chicken opor.

Fortunately, Nur cooked a lot. Yes, because it is in the complex here, it is common to visit on a day like this. So, you should definitely cook a lot of food. But it is not obligatory, only if those who have a house want to share with neighbors.

Bhika who heard the boisterous noise immediately looked into the front room.

"Mama!" Varen said when he saw Bhika.

"Children, this is grandma. Aunt Aila and om." Varen introduces Bhika to the children.

"Hello grandma." Say hello to them simultaneously and take turns to greet Bhika who looks confused, but still smiles kindly at the child.

"Sorry inner birth, yes grandma." Said a teenage girl to Bhika but, Bhika who does not understand Indonesian can only smile.

"Thai grandmother, so grandma can't speak Indonesian." Varen was obviously on the teenager.

"Oo, that's it, um.." His mouth nodded and sat back down.

"Where's aila?" Tanya Bhika spoke Thai to Varen who made the attention of the children to her.

"Come to the kitchen, Ma. Take ketupat same opor chicken." Varen spoke Thai as well.

"Who wants to learn Thai?" Ask Varen.

"I'm om, I want to…"

"I am also om…

"Free, if it's free, I want it. But if you don't want to pay ah, you will be scolded by mamak.." Said a teenage boy who had always liked to joke and be funny.

"For others it is free. But specifically for you to pay dong, goceng deh one word."

Varen threw back a joke sentence that finally made children laugh and mock the teenager, of course also with jokes.

"Yes om, very expensive one word goceng. Serebu.." His protest.

Varen smiled, he felt happy to be together and familiar with the children of the complex super friendly and also polite of course.

At that time, Aila and the girl came from the kitchen carrying chicken and ketupat.

"The chicken opor ketupat is coming.." Aila.

"Eat.."

"Yeeyyy is delicious.."

"Miss I can eat two plates no?"

"Maybe, please eat the whole thing." Replied Aila who had returned to sit between her mother and her husband.

"Wouldn't you eat ketupat, too?" Tanya Aila speaks Thai, though still brick-styled.

"Mama try a little."

"Mas wants to?" Aila asked her husband.

"Pick it yourself. Honey just get it for mama."

They spoke Thai and again shifted the attention of the children to hear them.

"Mama also wants to take it yourself, but teach me what to take first." Said Bhika who already held the plate and spoon.

Aila also directly exemplified to her mother and husband by inserting pieces of ketupat into his plate, then poured two spoons of opor sauce on the rice ketupatnya. Do not forget to take a piece of chicken meat as well and lastly sprinkled with fried onions.

Once ready, Bhika and Varen also tasted the typical Lebaran food.

"Mmmh delicious. Mama likes.."

"It actually tastes good, but it's less spicy, baby.." Protests Varen who has since lived in Indonesia became very fond of eating spicy.

"Want to add more sambel?"

"You, where's the sambel?"

Aila also returned to the kitchen, and it turns out Varen went to the kitchen. As Aila stood by the dining table scooping the chili into the smaller bowl, Varen came and hugged her directly from behind.

"Bag.." Aila was a bit shocked.

"Darling, I'm so happy today." Kissing the top of Aila's head.

"I'm happy too, Mom. Thank goodness."

"Alhamdulillah." Repeated Varen.

Then Varen's hand moved to Aila's stomach. She tucked her hand down Aila's long-stretched veil covering up her abdomen.

"Assalamualaikum, papa's son. Happy Eid day, baby. Good in the belly of Mama huh. See you in seven months two weeks, baby." Varen whispers to their baby-to-be in Aila's ears.

Aila's face blushed perfectly, her eyes even glazed with glass as she was moved to hear her husband's sweet words to their future baby.