Mastenges

183. Be thankful

Two years later.

"Mas, wake.." Bella touched the Typhoon's arm gently.

The cyclone woke up and opened his eyes slowly.

"Oh my God, my wife is beautiful" he said, staring at Bella, who was standing next to the bed. Bea blushed shyly and peeked at Typhoon's forehead.

"Let's wake up, I'm ready for the coffee."

"O Allah.. Which other favor would I lie to, right? Early in the morning have seen the beautiful wife, has been groomed, has been made coffee again. Hmmmm, thank you dear..."

"Together mas" said Bella, as she moved to fold the blanket.

"Oh yeah, what time is it?" Ask Typhoon, as he got out of bed.

"Ten o'clock, man,"

"Well, how come I wasn't woken up at seven? I'd like to play with Jagat outside,"

"Mas, you just slept after dawn, because it works. When I woke you up so fast? You went in the afternoon anyway, right? There is still a chance to play with Jagat. That's why I woke up at ten." Bright Bella while folding the blanket and make a pillow.

Typhoon smiled and approached Bella, then he hugged Bella from behind.

"Thank you for your understanding.." Say Typhoon while peeking Bella's cheek.

"Yes.. I've had a bath there.."

"Would you take a shower?" Ask Typhoon.

"Well, I've taken a shower" Bella looked at the Typhoon with a smile.

"You're in the filthy? Let's have a shower together" Typhoon kissed Bella's back neck.

"Ishhh... I'm in a hurry here... Poor mami, she's waiting for me Jagat alone in front."

"Same mom, be safe. Doesn't he know what does Jagat brother do?"

Again Bella looked at the Typhoon and shook her head quickly.

"Just two years old loh the Jagat, not yet when his beloved sister. Later if he's five years old, new in love sister..."

"Yes, it's a process," Typhoon is still trying to tease Bella.

"What the hell is it..." Bella brushed off the hands of Typhoon who had started guerrilla in her body.

"Let's dong...." Whisper Typhoon with pleading face.

"Madiiii..."

"Two.."

"Basic...!"

"Just a moment..."

"What's a minute? Long know.."

"So you admit my duration yes..." The typhoon approached her face to Bella's face. Reflex, Bella leaned her body backwards.

"When did I not acknowledge your duration?"

"Ever in a dream." The cyclone pursed his chin and looked at Bella closely.

"Dreams?"

"Yes, it was time in Bali. Which you forced me to do."

Bella's face flushed. He remembered that he was drunk. Luckily the Typhoon had saved itself from such a dangerous place, for a woman like her.

"What is his dream?" Ask Bella again.

"We did, and then I just couldn't stand it for a while. You are angry and insult me. You said my duration sucks.." The typhoon again scrunched its chin.

"Haha..! Severe iyu dream. After all, you could have dreamed so much as me. Hiiii.." Bella shuddered in horror.

"Yes, who can stand to see a woman as beautiful as you spoiled and asked to be touched. It's a good thing that Jhony and I can control your lust!"

Bella laughs and stares at Typhoon who looks upset.

"So, the story is that you married me out of grudge because of a dream?"

"Yes, it's not dear... I love to die with you. Love you so much and I'm sure, you know that." Typhoon smiled and kissed Bella's forehead.

Bella blushed in embarrassment, then she hugged Typhoon's body tightly.

"So take a shower?" Ask Bella.

"Seriously?"

"Yes.." Bella nodded with certainty.

"Suddenly want to?"

"Who can resist with an incredible duration..?" Bella asked as she blinked one eye.

"Your nakal ya..."

They start the day with love.

...

"Opa-opa!" Jagat wriggled from Berta's sling while pointing at Pongki's grave three meters away from him.

Berta smiled and lowered Jagat, and the boy ran to Pongki's tomb. Arriving at Pongki's tomb, the boy immediately crouched down and put his hands together. Berta smiled at the adorable behavior of the universe.

The 2-year-old boy may not understand what he is doing. He only imitated Berta who often prayed at Pongki's tomb. Jagat is often invited by Berta to stop by Pongki's tomb. For him, only Jagat is a loyal friend in his old age. The presence of Jagat means a lot to Berta. Because Jagat is also, Berta was able to put aside his sadness when he lost Pongki.

Pongki could not keep his promise of a happy old age. But God is fair. God presents Jagat as soon as possible, to replace the figure of Pongki and color the old age Berta almost gloomy.

Berta looked at the still praying Jagat in an indistinct voice. Then he smiled as he plucked the weeds around Pongki's tomb. The corn is the Sun for Berta, who illuminates his overcast days without Pongki. Like someone who is in love again. Berta truly bestowed his love and affection on the little creature.

"Mas, how are you there? Look, our grandchildren are grown. He was a gift when I lost you. Although actually, watching the growth and development of our two grandchildren, is my dream with you. But, it's okay. God knows what is best for us. I always and still miss you. Wait for me. mas..." Said Berta, while wiping the new headstone Pongki.

"Oma... sad?"

"Dear, I'm happy because there's you." Berta Sahut.

"Oh yes. I helped oma pull the grass out, huh..." Say Jagat while plucking the weeds around him.

"Later his hand hurts... Let's just let's just let's go.."

"What am I doing?" Say Jagat while pursing his chin.

"Pray again, pray opa patiently waiting for oma. Pray for happy opa in heaven. Pray for opa to avoid the torment of hellfire, son. Because the prayer of the Jagat is very much in wait for the same loh opa."

"A dengal opa?" Ask the funny boy.

Berta smiled and rubbed the top of his head.

"Definitely listen, God is listening. Every prayer from the child sholeh kayak Jagat, must be heard and up to the tablets."

"Yes, just pray again."

Berta smiled and looked back at Jagat who was being committed kamit without sounding his voice.

"Yes Allah.. Thank you for bringing the Jagat into my life. Thank you for giving me such a lovely grandson. It turns out my old days were so much fun. You took my happiness so I could be grateful for more. Can get closer to you. Turns out, your plans are amazing. You paid for my tears with a very wonderful love." Inner Berta.

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Ungrateful men are the ones who suffer the most. - De'rini