Matchmaker Surprise
Chapter 19
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“Udah done, Dar?” ask Stevan.
The man with a plain blue top shirt paired with knee-length casual pants was sitting on the bed while holding a five-month-old baby boy who was cool sucking the pacifier. Stevan's eyes continued to observe his wife who was busy tidying her hair in front of the dresser mirror.
Dara turned around, she walked over to Stevan.
“Udah, let's take a walk,” he said while nodding a few times.
Stevan moved with the sky in his arms. His feet followed the wife's steps out of the room.
“Elang put here aja,” Dara's word after arriving in the living room. He pushed the brown baby carriage closer towards Stevan.
Without rebutting, Stevan put Sky into the baby carriage. Dara pushed the car with Stevan's faithful hand coiled around her waist.
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“Eh, Nak Dara and Nak Stevan,” greet Bu Ajeng—neighbor their housing complex.
Dara smiled sweetly. “Morning too, Ma Ajeng. What else is this?”
“Oh this, buy socks. Usually, my son every morning nagging, his socks are missing next to the mulu. My amazement,” said Bu Ajeng, shook his head, inexhaustible.
Dara laughed, her eyes looking at Stevan as if insinuating. He approached, whispering something towards Stevan.
“Sama, kayak you,” he said softly, then turned his attention back to Bu Ajeng. “Biasalah, Mom. They are lazy to look, but obviously the socks are piled next to the closet,”, he continued, ignoring the face of Stevan who has turned sour.
Oh come on, what's the thrill of gossiping about it? Stevan is not lazy to look, only he has principles. If you can buy, why look for it?
“Hey, daydream!” dara Sentak.
Stevan blinked, he looked around, it turned out that the mothers who had been gossiping with his wife were no longer in place.
“What's the thrill of gossiping about socks?” stevan asked, looking at Dara with her eyebrows raised.
Dara stopped her steps, tilting her body towards Stevan.
“Because you are a man, you do not know how exciting it is to talk about things that people sometimes consider useless,” he said and then again pushed the Sky train.
Stevan frowned confusedly. It turns out that the theory is true, that women are indeed difficult to understand.
“Ke Mama's place, huh? I miss the same Mama.”
Stevan nodded in agreement, he again wrapped one of his hands around Dara's waist. They resumed their steps towards Dara's parents' house.
“Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, Mom, Papa. Your sweet child is coming to visit!” Dara's distinctive melodious voice entering the house made Shira and Arya who were originally focused on television turn her head.
The two compactly looked at Dara who stepped over to them, followed by Stevan who pushed the baby carriage behind him.
“Waalaikumussalam,” says Arya. The middle-aged man smiled widely until his eyes narrowed between his face that already looked a little wrinkled while stretching out both hands—be ready to welcome Dara into his arms.
In contrast to Arya who was welcome, Shira instead displayed the look of her sour face. His face reddened, not out of embarrassment, but holding back anger, as if a grenade was ready to explode.
“Where are you? Why just visit?”
“Hehe, sorry, Ma. Dara just .. yes that's it,” Dara replied ambiguously.
Dara was just confused as to what to answer. It is impossible not that he answered all this time he was busy daydreaming while contemplating his sadness. Not to make a relief, Dara's back to make the mama overwhelmed with grief. Oh no, that's enough, Dara doesn't want that to happen again.
Sighing softly, Shira pulled Dara into her arms. He hugged the princess who was the only one left.
“Mama is with you, Dara.”
Dara smiled, a single tear slid freely on her cheek.
“Because also miss Mama,” he said, hugging no less tightly Shira's body.
“Opa's grandson looks even more funny, huh?”
Arya's words made Shira and Dara compactly take off her embrace. Both of them looked towards Arya who was kissing Sky's cheek with a smile. An unusual warmth slipped into their hearts.
“Papa Mama is in good health, ‘kan?” ask Stevan. The man sat himself on a single sofa right in front of Arya.
Arya stopped her activity, looking at Stevan who was waiting for an answer.
“Alhamdulillah, Papa same Mama healthy, Ste,” he said, nodding then kissed the face of the baby in his lap again to cause a typical laugh baby belongs to Heaven.
“Sini, Pa. Mama also wants to kiss our granddaughter,” Shira said. The woman took over the sky from Arya, carried her and showered the baby's face with a kiss.
Dara smiled back. He really is happy. Although Sky did not get the affection of his biological mother, at least the baby was already getting abundant affection from the people around him.
“Dar, like an eagle already sleepy deh.”
Shira's words suddenly made Dara realize from her daydream. He looked towards Shira, ah no, more precisely towards the Sky that was in Shira's lap. The baby boy was busy rubbing his eyes.
Dara extended her hand in front of the Sky which was immediately welcomed by the boy.
“Two to room first, yes.”
After gaining approval, Dara got up from her seat. She gestured to her husband if he wanted to catch up with her.
“Great Mom's son is sleepy, huh?” ask Dara. The woman held the hand of Heaven who was about to re-route her eyes. “We bobbed first, yes. Play with Oma.” Dara opened the door to her room and put Heaven on the bed.
The woman immediately pointed the pacifier she had taken from the baby carriage to the mouth of Heaven, slowly the baby's eyes began to close tightly, preparing to close their eyes.
“Because it looks mature yes, Pa,” said Shira—looks at the door of Dara's room that has been closed tightly.
Arya nodded. “Yes, Ma. It is impossible for our little child to mulu,” he said while chuckling softly.
Shira raised her hand flapping Arya's arm.
“That's not what Mama meant, Pa. Ih, how the hell!” Shira immediately got up from her seat—leave Arya who looked at her questioningly.
“Papa wrong what, Ste?” arya asked, looking at Stevan who was closing his mouth using his hands to hold back a laugh.
“Yes that's how women are, Pa. It is difficult to understand, answered wrong, not answered let alone,” Stevan replied. The man's cheeks looked increasingly bloated. Oh no, he could no longer hold back his laughter.
“Ah come, Papa wants to follow your mama first.” Arya got up, leaving Stevan, who could no longer hold back his laughter.
To be continued ....
