Marsel's Choice

05: Thanksgiving Invitation

Note author: sorry if there are many shortcomings in the story, because the author is still a beginner 🔰

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Pov Thomas's

The sound of the alarm woke me, I turned off the alarm and sat beside the bed

"Salmas... Honey, wake... "

As usual, I always wake my wife up, for some reason, since having two children sleeps more soundly than before

"Later... "

"What will it be, get up, dawn first"

Hard enough to wake him, I gave up, I better wake my son

Less romantic, huh? Yes, somehow less our romanticism, but it does not mean bad, but others are not as romantic as before, maybe increasing the age of marriage began to decrease the romance that is more than the two of us as before

I walked towards the nursery and planned to go down, my memory seems to be getting forgotten, maybe because I just remembered I had just moved to a new house and my son's room was located near the family room

I opened the door of my son's room, I saw two tiny faces that fell asleep while hugging together, there was a sense of unbearable build it, but because of worship I had to wake up

"Son, dear dear papa, let's get up... "

Marsel seemed to be quick to respond, although his eyes were sleepy but he could sit down and answer me

"Sholat pah's? "

"Yes, Marsel woke up the Sela again, ajakin morning prayers"

"Sela, let's get up, let's pray yok first... "

"Condescript? "

"Yes, let's go Sela... "

Finally they both woke up, but I did not take it off to be told to walk, I carried them both to the bathroom

"You wudhu can do it yourself, right? Papa wants to wake up your mama" I asked the two of them

"Can reward." they replied simultaneously, it convinced me and I left them for a while to wake Salma, certainly with half a dipper water.

"Hey hey, wake up, pray first... "

Spark after splash of water I splashed into Salma's face, he finally woke up and responded

"Ihh mas, why am I in the same splash of water anyway? Wet tau"

"Just let's just, the children of mas call once aja wake up, you've been repeatedly wakened do not want to wake up, embarrassed to know"

"It's really nice, yeah I woke up"

Salma I have managed to wake up, live my two children who I left in the bathroom to take ablution water

"You guys are wudhu? "

"Already pah... "

I led them to the prayer hall, and I helped them to put up the sarong and mukena, and soon Salma came and took her mukena to pray together

"Have you? " ask me

"Have" said the three of them simultaneously

The four of us ended up performing the foursome morning prayers and I became his priest

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Pov author

In the morning, they do their usual activities, namely cooking and preparing to go to the office and school

"Mas, Marsel, Sela, let's have breakfast... "

Thomas, Marsel and Misella came, the three of them came and sat down on the dining table chair

"Marsel, it's noon Arinska wants to play here, you want to play with her? "

Salma asked Marsel who was enjoying his breakfast, Marsel nodded his head

"No papa mah, but later his friend Marsel also want to play here, is it okay? "

"May, add rame the house is good, son"

Marsel nodded his head then continued his breakfast

"Salma, no plans for our new home? "

"It does, but we also have to be friendly with our neighbors, we also did not have time to stop by the neighboring house yesterday" explained Salma

"Oh yes too" Thomas replied as he held his chin

"But if you can, also take the road around the neighboring houses of the same community" Thomas continued

Salma stretched her body when she heard her husband's words

"Mager mas"

"Society mager, you yourself are the loser"

(Author now feels loss, now realize that community life is good and fun rather than nolep 🙂)

"Ck, yes, I'll take time to stop by the same neighbor's house to the state house"

"Against, your sin"

"Soalya mas it's kneebelin, from this morning also for me sprains"

"Less nyot nyot this must be, so upset"

"There's a kid, mom! "

Thomas just smiled and laughed, while Salma was worse because of her husband

Thomas who laughed looked at Marsel, he tried to stop his laughter but it was quite difficult

"Either your father, son, is very upset for mama continues to be angry" said Salma with a cynical look at Thomas

"That's called humor, Marsel... "

"What humor? Humor is father's humor, there's no funny at all! "

"Yes, the humor is appropriate, because it's father, father of two children also, if you don't want your mas use the father's humor, mas so bachelors again if so"

Salma patted Thomas on the shoulder, handed him Thomas' briefcase and told her husband to be ready

"By the way! Udah, mas ready now, see what time it is "

"Yes, I'll go first"

Thomas held the back of Salma's head and drew her closer and kissed Salma on the forehead, Salma shaking hands with Thomas

"Eh Marsel, you know, Marsel's school is near here... "

"Oh, Marsel already know mah, Marsel seneng school is close even in front of the alley and across the street"

"Marsel if you go home alone heart yes, the streets often rame, look left right if you want to cross" explained Salma who was putting a tie clothes her son

"Yes mah"

"Every morning papa who will anterin Marsel to school, every afternoon mama who will pick up Marsel, if mama did not have time to pick up Marsel, Marsel went home alone can't he? "

"Yes mah, Marsel's business"

"Pinter, yaudah after papa sana"

As usual, whenever she wanted to go to school, Marsel always kissed Salma on the cheek

"Marsel goes yes mah... "

"Dear, learn well"

Marsel nodded his head, he ran out following Thomas

Both of Salma's men left, the house will feel lonely, maybe it feels crowded if he plays with Misella

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A few minutes later, Salma was ready to go around the neighboring houses and public squares, and she wanted to invite the neighbors to be guests at the time of the house's thanksgiving

"Mama, just shut up... "

"It's ready, let's go... "

Salma holds Misella, but Misella rejects her and runs towards her three-wheeled bike

"Mama, sela au nayik this huh? "

"Hmmm, the road here is also quite good also in batain, yaudah, Sela can use her bicycle, as long as not to fall into the rice fields yes"

"Yes mah... "

Salma takes Misella's three-wheeled bicycle to the terrace, she locks the door of her house and leaves with her son

Not negligent, certainly three-wheeled bicycle owned by his son has an iron stick behind him to push and control the bike, so it is quite safe for Salma to control his son when wearing it

On a residential street, Salma is reprimanded one by a new neighbor, they chat for a while and surely Salma invites them to be the Thanksgiving guest of her new home tomorrow

"I am first ma'am" Salma told her new neighbor, continuing her journey towards her home

"Mama, dolong epeda Sela, tired... "

Salma responded to her son's request, holding the iron stick of the bicycle and pushing it

Ting!

The sound of Salma's HP ringing, he took his HP and saw his phone screen inscribed with Arina's name

"Hello rin, is that okay? "

'Yes, where are you? House fence locked gini, again go huh? '

"Ah yes, but not far away, I want to go home, run around to the neighboring house of the same neighbor who was in the national square, just a moment back"

'Wokeh, I'm waiting, Arinska is impatient'

"Okay okay, be patient... "

The call ended, Salma put her cell phone back in her pocket and continued her path towards her house

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