
"Hayy, Assalamualaikum nak Tiara" said a woman who shocked Tiara.
"Guil, aunt Lifia???" tiara said, her eyes perfectly rounded. He did not expect the person before him right now was the beautiful woman he had met in the parlour at that time.
Lifia simply smiled warmly at Tiara.
"Can you know Tiara's house?" tiara asked, who then invited Lifia into her house.
"It just so happens that aunty through here earlier, uh see you again flush the plants. Yaudah aunt stopped by, after all aunt also miss you" said Lifia.
Seeing the sincere look of the interlocutor's eyes, Tiara's heart warmed.
"Yes tan, Tiara also misses aunty. At that time, we did not have time to change the phone number. Wait a minute Tiara will get you a drink" Tiara said, then headed for the kitchen.
"This house has changed a lot" said Lifia in her heart, her eyes twisting through every corner of the room.
Tiara soon returned with two glasses of drinks and other snacks.
"Toyok drunk aunt" said Tiara then sat on the sofa opposite Lifia.
"Thank you son. If you could know who you live with, son??" tanya Lifia began to pry information about her son.
"I'm just the same husband I'm aunty, but if there's an assistant to help me settle down just today he's attending his family's party" explained Tiara with sparkling eyes.
"Emm Tiara what is your husband Devano Mahendra" Lifia asked as her lips trembled slightly.
"real aunt!! Ko aunty know??"
Degg!!!!
Lifia stiffened, so it was true that the dashing man she saw this morning was her son whom she had lived with when she was only three days old.
"Oh that, yesterday aunt saw the list of names of donors in the orphanage, and one of them there is the name of your husband. Which happened to be when the deliberation was only he who was not present" said Lifia, but honestly he did not know at all that it turns out Devan was also one of the donors in the orphanage.
Tiara simply nodded at Lifia's speech.
"So you're my son-in-law, thank God my son has a beautiful and kind wife like you Tiara" said Lifia, her eyes beginning to glaze over.
"Aunty, auntie, what's wrong?" tiara asked worriedly looking at the face of the in-laws who had turned sad.
"It's okay son" replied Lifia.
Their conversation takes place exciting, Tiara tells how her love story journey with Devan, from their small until the events of the wedding day when Devan becomes a surrogate groom for her.
"You're lucky son, your husband has loved you faithfully from the time you were little, and God blesses your relationship until the time you grow up you can be reunited" Lifia said.
"Yes aunty, I was lucky to get Devan" Tiara said proudly.
"Emm Tiara looks like aunty should be home soon" said Lifia who was preparing to go home.
"Ko buru bunt aunty, soon my husband richly home deh. Don't want to know aunty first" said Tiara.
"No son, next time. Auntie must have played here again. Take good care of your content yes son" said Lifia then out of the house that holds many memories for him.
Tiara drove Lifia until she entered her car.
"The car is similar to the car that stopped in front of the house" said Tiara immediately, and chose not to think further.
He went back into the house intending to clean the glass of used drinks he and his guests had.
"Follow, who came" said the voice that had just entered the house.
"Darling you've come home?" tiara replied then shook her husband's hand.
"Reply answer" asked Devan impatiently.
"So there's aunt Lifia stopping by here dear" said Tiara with sparkling eyes and a fluffy smile.
"Aunty Lifia???" devan said as he scrunched his forehead.
"Ituloh dear who met at that time in the orphanage, whose beautiful face is rich in Turkish people" said Tiara enthusiastically.
Actually Devan knew that Lifia was a hijab woman who was talking to his wife at the parlor at that time. It was just that that made him wonder, why Tiara was so enthusiastic and happy after meeting him.
"Squeen!!" inner Devan
"Ahh yes, what are you cooking cute?" ask Devan who is now sitting on his favorite woman.
"Sadly I have not cooked, bi Esih today is off so no one is shopping to the market" said Tiara looking at her husband's eyes fixed.
"We have eaten outside" said Devan, occasionally kissing the wife's puffed cheeks.
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The next morning, Devan found the same car parked not far from his house.
"Hopefully it's not something bad" Devan said.
He continues to advance his motorcycle, today he uses a motorcycle because it will monitor the tea plantation area, although the road is good. It is more fun to use a motor.
From inside the car a smile emanated after seeing Devan's departure on his motorcycle.
"You're so dashing, son, it feels like your mother is hugging you" Lifia said in her heart.
He got out of his car carrying various parcels for Tiara, from clothes to food he deliberately bought for his daughter-in-law.
With a smile that expands Lifia steps her foot into the yard of Devan's house.
Tocktails
"Assalamu'alaikum"
Before long the door opened.
"Tante???" tiara said with sparkling eyes.
Tiara himself feels strange to him, but usually he is very difficult to adapt to people he just knew. But with Lifia, from the moment she met she felt something different, it felt like she was with Devan, comfortable and fun.
Lifia just smiled looking at the cheerful face of the daughter-in-law.
"So aunty came in, wah just left brother Vano. Try aunty came from earlier let Tiara introduce to brother Vano Tiara's husband" said Tiara
"It's okay son, next time" said Lifia softly.
"Oiya, this is aunty bring something for you" Lifia handed some paper bags to the son-in-law.
"Wah aunt do not bother bother, aunt has come here Tiara already happy ko, emm but thanks loh tan" said Tiara.
"Same son" replied Lifia.
While chatting suddenly someone entered from the main door.
"This aunt brought a non-order cassava" said bi Esih, but her voice weakened when her eyes whistled with eyes that were very familiar.
The plastic she was carrying fell to the floor.
As for Lifia, her body stiffened and her eyes began to condense.
"Bi Esih.." said Lifia slowly.
"Madam.." somehow bi Esih felt her knees wench, whether this was real or just a dream.
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