Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)
SS. 63. What Is This called Jealousy ?
Two weeks have passed since their return from their honeymoon. From this moment on, the days of anita were filled with color. Not only take care of Nindya who began to want to know a lot, but also Alfatih who also wanted a lot.
"Papa go first, dear." He told Nindya who was busy with her toys.
"Be careful on Papa's path." He answered while returning a kiss on his adoptive Papa's forehead.
"Later in the afternoon, I want you to bring lunch to the office." Pinta Al on Anita.
"Yes, I'll bring you."
Al tongue began to be spoiled with a variety of dishes variant menu that Tata if its own. To the extent that, Al never wanted to eat out if the lunch break arrived.
He prefers to take his time to go home and have lunch together, if there is nothing he has to finish at the office.
Otherwise, like this time, Al asked his wife to send something for her lunch later.
"Darling, so fragrant, what are you cooking today son ?" Ask Mommy when you see Tata busy in the kitchen.
"Gurami's sweet sour cooking style Mas Al Bunda's favorite." He replied, still busy with the frying pan in front of him.
"Not just Al, Mommy wants to." Said Mother asking.
"Mother's Precious, this is also made together."
Their conversation was stained with laughter.
"Hhhhmmmm .. apparently, Watik cuisine is no longer in demand Mother." Canda Mbak Watik pretended.
"No, the vegetable tamarind Mbak Watik is second to none." Reply Tata raised his heart.
"Tu, that's right, what said Anita, vegetable tamarind and sambel terasi Mbak Watik is second to none." Mother's comments chimed.
"Where it is, my own people are also used to eating Ma'am Tata's cooking, so addictive." Ma'am Watik replied with a sad face.
"Oh, Madam Watik makes me a big head later." Answer Tata again.
"Try here, Ma'am Watik is slippery." Her request.
Tata give a spoonful of sweet sour gurame sauce to taste.
"Hhhhmmmm .. steady !" Mbak Watik comments while giving his thumbs up.
He deliberately hardened his shavings, to be more delicious when tasted he said.
"Is there anything less ?" Tanya Tata made sure.
"Pas, everything is right. Just a little less." Answer's joking.
"By this, want to directly make a meal also can." The word Tata is.
Not only the sweet sour gourame menu that he cooked himself, but all his companion foods were also Tata prepared himself.
"Would you like to come with Mama to Papa's office ?" Ask Tata before leaving for Al's office.
"Eemmmm ... follow me ?" Said adorable.
His left hand is folded in front of his chest, while the index finger of his right hand he taps on his own eel. As if thinking about what he'll do next.
"Next ah ... He wants to come along with everyone." His words gave an answer.
"Right, Dya didn't go with Mama ?" Tanya Tata back to make sure.
"No Mama, Dya wants to join Eyang to the house of Ms. Vania." His words clarify the number that there is the letter R. Meant to show that Dya can already say R.
"Who's sister Vania ?" Tanya wanted to know.
"That's you .. her grandson Ms. Malta, a friend of Mother's when we were both active in the field first." Mother said help Nindya answer Mama Tata's question.
"Oh yes, Mama remembered. Then, Dya can't be naughty with Eyang huh ?" Message from Mama Tata.
"Yes, Mama." The answer was Mama Tata's kiss.
"Mother, Tata to Mas Al's office first huh ?" Pamphitt.
"Yes Nduk, will you bring your own ?"
"Yes Mother."
"Then, Mr. Slamet let between Mommy and Nindya."
"Sign Bun, let Tata tell Mr. Slamet in front."
"Yes Nduk, you be careful on the road huh."
"Gift Mother, Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
"Mama's chest."
"Da darling." Her lamb before finally exiting towards the gate of her house.
Din ...md ...
"Ready, be careful, Ma'am Ata." Saya Mr. Slamet.
"Bapak later ask for help deliver Mommy Sama Dya to Mother's friend's house huh ?"
"Any mother, will it be now or later ?"
"This Mother is getting ready."
The old system is still like the present Tata. Friendly, smiling and loving. Although her status had now changed to that of a Madam Alfatih, but she had never boasted about her husband's possessions.
Since graduating from Primary School, Tata did not know the school. But his intelligence exceeds those who long wrestle with the school world.
Thanks to the care of Mother Arum, Tata can compensate her husband in carrying himself.
How to speak a good word, dress appropriately and behave in accordance with circumstances. He was also quick to catch something that Al or Mommy taught him.
As at this time, for example, Tata has dared to bring his own vehicle after a few days ago Al taught.
"Good day, Miss Tata." Say hello to one of Al's employees in the office.
"Siang Mbak, Mr Al is there ?"
"There's Ma'am, she's having a guest in her study."
"Oh, well then, I'll just wait here." He put his ass on the sofa in the waiting room.
In order to keep her husband smooth at work, Tata willingly waited.
"Hey, there's Madame Al apparently."
Tata put down the tv remote, which he hadn't had time to turn on. His eyes turned to the voice that greeted him.
"Don't you remember me ?" Ask the woman to extend her hand.
"Yes, how's Bella's mom doing ?" The word Returns say hello.
"Well, but why don't you head straight to Al's workspace ? Aren't you the lady in this office ? Or maybe just his status ?" Bella's words provoke emotion.
'What does this woman mean ? Was he the guest that the receptionist referred to ?' Think Tata in the heart.
"Oh, but never mind, it doesn't matter to me. I'm done need with Al, please if you want to meet." He said again, feeling one point won over him.
"I'll excuse you, see you next time Mrs Al."
"Please." Tata's reply let him go.
Bbrrruuuukkk ...
But, there had not been a few steps he came out, already making a commotion.
"Noah ! You don't have eyes !" He shouted after feeling his body stung by something.
"It's not me who doesn't have eyes, but Mbak himself who doesn't use eyes." Answer a man he hit.
Tata just smiled looking at the scene. Reza, her husband's assistant who is now in trouble with a woman named Bella.
Not wanting to linger anymore, she chose to leave the former rival debate with her husband's assistant.
Tok ... tok ...
"Lake in." Answer the typical barito voice from the inside.
"Good day sir." Say hello to Tata when her husband is still busy with a laptop at his desk.
"Hhhhmm." His murmur was still focused on his monitor screen.
"I'm sending you lunch for Dad."
The sentence resuscitated Al, the melodious voice just belonged to his wife. Not just a wife she needs in bed, but more than anything else worth her life.
The woman was also the one who could turn her loud cry into soft and more attentive to everyone.
He looked at the owner of the voice just now, he made sure this time it wasn't the wrong woman.
"I put it here sir." Tata said, when there was no reaction at all from her husband.
"In that case, I say goodbye first." Tata said, despite doubts about returning home.
Al closed his laptop, widened his steps and reached his wife's body from behind when Tata had managed to turn around almost reaching the door handle.
"How long have I been waiting for you." Bisik Al lirih while gently nibbling his wife's neck.
"Mas, what the hell."
"You're the fuck, speaking unclear, make bete." The real Al said he knew his wife was jealous.
The commotion outside made Al understand the situation just now, one of the effects of the jealousy Tata showed him.
"Don't want to accompany me to eat ?" Tanya Al was a little pushy.
"I'll just go home." Answer Flat without expression.
"No, I don't want to eat if I'm not bribed." Pinta Al spoiled.
I don't know why there was something in his heart. Whatever it is, he cannot be weak.
'Whoever he is, I am more entitled to my husband.' The heart of Tata.
Finally he had to stay and accompany Al to lunch with a bribe after a bribe from his hand.
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