My best friend my husband
Chaptre 81.Go home to Indonesia
Two Days Later
After finishing eating food, Dara said goodbye to go to the toilet to brush her teeth.
Then he sat back beside me, Mr. Kyen and Madame Goddess left us both.
"What do you think?"
"Think nothing" he answered.
From her facial water it was seen that Dara was thinking of something. But my brain can't guess what he's thinking.
"Yes, read the book for. You must be tired, our journey takes twenty-three hours."
I adjusted Dara's seat to lie down a little.
While I tuned the mp3 in the earphone then stared at the book called Almost Transparent Blue by Ryu Murakami. (Favorite book RM-BTS)
***
3 Hours later, I massaged my temple because my eyes were so tired and dry. I took the eye drops to keep my eyes fresh and turned to look at Dara who was asleep.
Don't forget the book she read was on her face.
"This woman really. At least put the book first just close your eyes," I grumbled as I took the book from his grasp slowly.
Afraid that he would wake up.
I picked up the suitcase with Dara's furry blanket over there with a funny cat.
While at the hotel, Dara and I only use her favorite blanket.
Because he said the blanket at the hotel was too thick to make it difficult to move, breathe and sultry.
Yes, I can only nod my head in favor of her request because the weather in Paris is a little cold.
Moreover, we sleep not turn on the air conditioner. Just a little fan plus an emergancy.
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At midnight, the jet is still in the air. I woke up because I had something to get out.
I walked towards the toilet, but first I placed Dara's hand perched around my neck nearby.
I returned to my seat and my place was again occupied by her tiny legs.
"Gosh, does he feel like he's sleeping in bed?" my grouse while fixing his sleeping position that is pointing up, the other leg is in my chair and both hands are open.
Just like a child.
I raised her body to a good position while raising her blanket to cover her lips.
I lay back on the chair facing Dara who looked exhausted.
It appeared from his face that he was a little troubled and dissatisfied with his place like this.
Especially when the moon comes. But, back in Paris he didn't complain to me. Maybe so happy he forgot that his body hurt, I thought.
***
Arriving at Soekarno Hatta International Airport, I lifted Dara's body out of the jet.
At first I was a little troubled because the stairs on the jet belonged to Mr. Kyen is leaning down a bit.
Fortunately, the bodyguards helped me.
Many pairs of eyes were glancing at me who was wearing a shirt, jeans and a black hat.
Coupled with the hijab-wearing woman in my arms. How do you think?
We took care at the airport before I had to put Dara in the waiting seat.
I stretched my stiff hand and neck muscles. I took my phone from Dara's pretty bag to call Love that we've arrived.
"Hurry up!"
I closed the call before I finally put the phone behind my shirt.
Dara moved her hand then opened her mouth, yawning. I quickly covered her wide-open mouth with my hand.
His eyes are open staring at the corner of this airport which is crowded by visitors.
"We have arrived. Mr. Kyen wants to drive us, but brother refused because the sacrifice was very big for us and brother had called Love earlier."
Dara sat herself down while rubbing her eyes while tidying up her hijab.
"Hi."
I looked towards the source of the sound. Love's.
He came with a cell phone and a car key. I think they bought a new car, I thought.
"Come, we're going home. You must be tired, the story is at home."
Love pushed Dara's purple suitcase while I pushed two black and silver suitcases.
In the silver suitcase is not too heavy, in it there are souvenirs that we buy for the family.
While Dara was walking in front of me with a gontai. His life has not been fully accumulated.
New cars.
I was surprised to see a car I didn't know. Who bought it? Papa's? Mom or Love?
Dara and I got into the car in the back. While Cinta runs the car while playing her phone.
In fact, I don't even know this car. Very fancy with Tesla branded.
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Pretty good too, I thought.
The car we were riding in was a red Tesla Model S.
Arriving at my house, we descended right in front of the gate. Bi Ima was already waiting for our arrival in front of the gate. He opened the gate for us.
"Gosh, there are so many fancy cars here" I murmured.
Because, my home yard has been filled with various kinds of sports and luxury cars.
We got out of the car and they welcomed us. Dara's tired face immediately beamed to see Mother in our house with Chaca-sister-in-law.
"How's your trip going?"
"Lumayan tiring, pah," I replied.
I opened the silver suitcase and took out the souvenirs we had bought.
There are a lot of little kids in my house, Aunt Kim's son, Chaca, papa's family, mom and mom. Everyone gathered, including a woman who chased me first and her son.
"Well, you guys bought it?" ask Mama to Dara.
"Yes, I asked, ma."
"Ow, guys. What if the money runs out?" ask Mother Fisya to me.
"Yes, work again, ma'am." I answered his question with a light weight.
"Oh, yes. Papa has a new car for you two. Type X, you can see the car later."
Again and again papa gave us a surprise. It was a car he bought.
It's okay, it's not our request. It looks like his company is on top now.
We enjoyed the food we brought from Paris, some of the fruit and chocolate cake they served us.
"Om Azlan, take us abroad sometime, too" Zahra said as she approached me.
"Yes, honey. Tomorrow there is time and pray om and Aunt Dara healthy continue to yes."
The three of them nodded their heads enthusiastically while chewing the food in their mouths.
Mom and Dara are in the kitchen. Maybe it was breakfast. I walked into the kitchen.
***
"Yes, what's important is that you two share. Papa will do anything, if Azlan is evil with you, just keep his ears jewer."
"Oh my goodness, there is a gibah" I grumbled as I opened the refrigerator to bring out cold water and poured it into the glass.
I heard Dara and Mama laughing and whispered back.
"Darling, make steak" I asked Dara.
"Looks you haven't had breakfast, later." Mama turned on the stove, while Dara prepared the dishes and took out fruits, crema and milk.
"We ate a fruit salad. Bi Ima doesn't cook like that."
I just nodded my head understanding. It is possible that Bi Ima did not dare to eat at home without us.
Me and Daramemutong grapes, apples, kiwi, lemon. Mom and Mama grated the cheese and poured the milk into a large bowl.
Afterwards they took them to the television room where they were gathered together.
While Cinta, Zahra, Dara and Azka play in the swimming pool.
"How was your holiday in Paris?" ask Aunt Kim.
"We really enjoyed it, Bi. But, honey, there's no winter there. It's okay, the important thing is that Dara likes it, I'm happy," I said as I touched Dara's head and ended up embracing her body.
Some of them were staring with envy, smiling forcefully and a girl like staring dislike at Dara.
I don't know who that girl is, like younger than Dara.
'I'll ask you later, ' my mind.
We started to enjoy eating fruit while chatting and laughing crisply. Moreover, my family prefers Adnan, only 2 people who do not like him with his mother. You guys must know who.
"Dara was twenty-four years old, Azlan had stepped on the head of three more. When did you get pregnant?"
Uhuk ... uhuk ...
Dara who was enjoying orange juice immediately coughed at the words of Mother Ira, sister of Mother Fisya.
Crick ... krik ...
"All the time, Bun," I broke the silence.
"All right, everybody has to take their time, okay? Gosh, you guys are living a luxurious life, there is no harm if you have many children. If you need ten," he chirped again.
I was stunned to hear 'having ten children' from Mother Ira. I remember when my mother was in pain while giving birth to Love, remembering that incident I also remembered Dara later when giving birth to the fruit of our love.
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