My Beloved Husband

Apology

I have apologized repeatedly to my mother, the woman is still at home ignoring her husband, he has said not to be rude to their son, he said, it remains until this elder cannot control himself.

What if later his daughter-in-law who did wrong, there is no way his daughter-in-law was beaten, there can be demands at home.

All the family members were silent, they discussed things other than the host's quarrel, only Shafiyah was trying to make her father and mother calm.

While Baskara was busy with Aisyah, and Saka was on duty here and there with the other cousins, the invitation this time was more, considering Shafiyah was the only daughter of Aksara's father, so it should seem obvious and the one enjoying should really enjoy the event at hand.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I beg you!"

"If that's your husband who was beaten how?" the mother is still cool, does not want her husband to repeat this, knows their child to nosebleed, even they do not dare to fight. "Mother just doesn't want it to carry over until you get married, can leak all and hurt your husband, and then who's embarrassed later, hem?" the lyric mother of the father who had just entered the room, the man looked regretful, Shafiyah understood the code from her father, she shuffled out of the room.

The man drew near to his woman, the woman who had given him two children and took good care of his first child from his first wife, the woman who had always defended the rights of his children without exception, a woman who is more than just the world to him.

With his distinctive style, the father admitted wrong and languished from behind, it was not in accordance with their age style like this, but repeating old things that grow as crazy as their love could not hurt.

Mother did not refuse, she let father's chin stick on his shoulder, she also did not rebel, she just wanted her husband to understand the rules and not just hit people, she just wanted to know the rules, if later their children are humiliated how.

"Who are you defending, Orange? Bus or Saka?"

Mother snorted, "Who am I defending?" the re-emphasis. "Still able to ask such a question, I obviously chose both, both of them are my children, even if it is my mother, I would suspect that if I hit my child carelessly, they could be told, they could be told, besides my parents nobody likes to hit me like that!"

Dad smiled, he had been hit by emotional bursts for years just because it often acts rude to his son, although the intention is good that is firm, still for a mother, can not.

"Bas and Saka are not little children anymore that we can set as good as the head, they have grown up, Dad if-" turned his head, the sharp eyes behind him were clear, making the mother not have the heart. "stop it, I don't want to talk to you!"

"Orang," I hold the pace of mom. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't repeat, I won't do to my daughter-in-law as you say, I won't!"

"really?" mommy is not believing.

Dad nodded, he smiled faintly.

"Isn't my job done after Sofi's married?"

Mom's smile suddenly faded, she turned her face, often complained of pain makes dad often talk about the last day and he has done everything that has not been his duty.

In fact, every night the mother had to promise her not to marry again, the father did not want the mother to leave him either in the world or the hereafter, in that eternal life.

"So, I'm only worried that if my two sons become fragile and indecisive, you can't have the heart, your way is gentle, to continue this effort, they have to be firm, they have to be firm, well I admit I was wrong about the blow, but through it my children will remember who and how their father was," explained the sad father, he hugged the mother once again.

How could the tears of the mother not shed as hard because of this, while her husband just kept saying that, as if there would be a big farewell after the happy event.

The father who never complained of pain, suddenly complained of pain and it was often.

"Hey, remember when you ran away, Bas didn't want to eat, do you remember, huh?"

Mother as much as she pleased, she nodded.

"Do you remember when your ex-husband came, we misunderstood, you left and finally came back, ahahahah, I missed my virgin widow," said the father once again.

"It's still good for me, widow but still a virgin!" bela mother while wiping her tears. "You're not a virgin wek!"

The door of the room was in fact not closed tightly, Baskara was standing there, almost the tray containing fresh drinks fell, he held it firmly

Her tears are dripping.

***

The brown-haired and sickle-eyed girl, the only blood descendant of Narendra who still had a full portion of the old men before.

Shafiyah is getting married today, she keeps smiling in front of her dresser, the happy day that girls all over the world are waiting for, she will pass by, married to a man who is sure to look after her to the point of blood loss.

However, it did not defeat this man who was standing behind him.

"Dad, am I pretty?"

Dad nodded, "Beautiful, perfect!"

"Well, if it wasn't Dad who said that, I'd make sure they were lying, but my dad wasn't a liar, he was a defender of the truth, right?" She was in her long dress, looking up right in front of her father. "Why are you sad?"

Father breathed for a moment, he rubbed those red round cheeks.

"You look like your mother when you got married, I think you want to get married again."

"Heh, if you hear me, you can get hit!" I jumped to hear it. "Well, how else?"

"Ahahahah, instead of remarrying that one, it means repeating the marriage with your mother, the moment, Sofiiii!" I just bite Shafiyah's round cheeks.

"What's the matter, so I don't look like Dad, do I?" I can't accept not looking like his father. "Sak Bas and Saka look like Dad, why am I different?"

The father tickled the slender waist, the laughter of his daughter who soon let go of her maiden period, surely he misses this moment, can be together and have the child completely.

"Dad, stop, Dad!" the bride was made to laugh. "If I have trouble sleeping later"

"The judge will take responsibility!"

"Ahahahahah, I'm going to run to Dad's room, wek!" her small body continued to spin, until she was fully leaning. "Dad, I love you, really. I'm sorry Sofi is naughty and idle, but I love you, Dad, only you, I love you!"

Again, Baskara paused her intention, she stopped right at the doorstep of Shafiyah's dressing room.

***

Bucil: Bus, get in there!

Bus: I can't see them.

Bucil: blind?

Plaque, plaque, plaque! (chase!!)