My Husband Is - Cuek

Deal

After we finished shopping, Rey drove me home. A smile that I couldn't hide from earlier made Mother who was waiting for me in the living room look at me questioningly.

"That's. My son continued to smile. Why?" I smiled even more after I got a question from Mom.

"So Alma, I was invited to go shopping, Buk."

"Keep Rey now where, Ma. How did you stop by?" ask me while I look for Rey.

"Oh, yes. I thought she was busy, so she didn't care. He went straight to the office, she said."

"Say you shop. Where, don't you bring anything?" ask Mom and make sure I have nothing to hold.

"Brought Rey all, Mom. Om Gunawan said the day after they came here. Want to dress up and propose to Alma."

"Gee. No, my son is getting married."

I came from the kitchen and brought a cup of coffee.

"Ma. Later, if you are married, make your husband coffee, yes. Don't let him make it himself" Dad said, stirring up the coffee he was carrying.

"Look, here, Dad. Every day I make my own coffee" he added, glancing at Mom.

Mom came closer and pinched my dad's stomach.

"Waa... Sick, Mom!" shouting Father.

I just smiled looking at them.

"Don't be a lebay, Dad. People, this morning I made coffee. Every day I make coffee."

I'm laughing a little.

"Ma. Later, if you have been with your husband, Mother and Father must be lonely," said Mother.

"Famous mother, Dad. Lebays. Mom, you're both the same dad. Mr. Gunawan is alone is okay," I said.

"Yes. It's even good, Mom. We, like newlyweds," said Dad.

"Father, crumbs, yes," said Mother.

As the chatter grew more and more uneasy, I decided to go to the room and lay my body in bed.

The bitch wants to be my husband? He's handsome, rich, educated, but, what will my life be like?

I took the phone in the bag and sent Rey a message.

I'll try to get to know him. Maybe he could change a little. It's even better if he likes me.

[Hey Rey]

five minutes, my message is unrequited.

Is he busy? Okay, I'll wait a minute.

After the hour, the message was not answered.

"Alma, let's eat first"! I shouted from outside.

"Yes, Mom."

**

"Ma. Later anterin Mom to Bik Sarti stall, yes," asked Mom.

"What are you shopping for, Mom?"

"You buy vegetables, ingredients to make cakes, the same buy negligee. Daster's mom's been torn. Kan, shame on Gunawan."

"Why not tomorrow, Mom. They're here, the day after."

"Tomorrow we'll make a cake, son."

"Oh, yes."

"So she said, Alma shopping?" ask the new father coming from behind.

"Yes, Dad. Buy clothes, same jewelry."

"Remember, yes. Alma. After you get married, you have to serve all the needs of your husband. Don't go against her words, because a wife's paradise is with her husband" Mother explained.

"Yes, Mom. Alma knows."

Seeing Rey's indifferent attitude, I can do everything Mom says.

I breathe slowly.

Lunch is over. I helped Mom clean up the leftovers and wash the dishes. I saw Mom put some inexhaustible side dishes in the freezer.

"Mom" called me while looking at her.

"Yes, what's up, Ma?"

"What, Mom and Dad were also betrothed?" ask me while rinsing the dishes.

Mom smiled and walked towards me.

"Mom and Dad used to be betrothed, too, darling. Your grandfather was the imam of the mosque in the village. He doesn't want his son to date. Because there used to be a neighbor who was pregnant before marriage. Grandpa, it used to be very tight on Mom. If you don't comply, Mom's legs are drunk to the red."

I stopped for a moment and listened to Mom's story.

"Keep, keep, ma'am."

"But, Mom's pretty recalcitrant. There used to be men who liked Mom. Pas Mother was invited to watch the screen tancep secretly, also caught the same Grandpa." Mom laughed a little.

"Mother was picked up from the ball field all the way home. It almost blew off Mom's ear."

I am excited to hear Mom's story. Turns out, my silliness might have dropped from Mom.

"Since then, I've never been out the night again. And when I was 20, I was betrothed to your father."

"And finally they live happily" I concluded.

"Cinderella, dong."

We laughed together.

It could be, Dad used to be like Rey now. Somewhat relieved, after the horror of Mom's story. I guess this can be a passion for me. I also can't let Om Gunawan down. However, I expected Om Gunawan to be his son-in-law.

**

"Mother, sneak," call me from outside.

"Yes, I'll get the wallet first!" I shouted from inside the house.

Haa. Mother-flesh.

After a few hundred minutes, she appeared from inside the house. He immediately breezed and rode on Father's fifteen-year-old motorbike.

"Come on. It's too late" said Mom.

Busyet, my mother is this one. Who waited a long time also Alma from earlier. Arrghs.

I can only say in my heart. Afraid that Mom would be hurt.

I grabbed Dad's bike and walked slowly. Not until 15 minutes, we arrived at the Bik Sarti stall. I parked my bike under a pretty shady mango tree.

There were some mothers and children shopping there. Pretty crowded in here.

This shop is quite big. Starting from vegetables, basic vegetables, to negligee at affordable prices are here. Complete enough to make mothers love shopping here.

"Eh, Alma's mother. Shopping here? It's been a long time that Mom hasn't been to my stall, been busy, huh?" ask the owner of the stall with his Sundanese accent.

"Yes. Here I want to do a lot of shopping, make the Alma's application."

"Waaah. Alma wants a proposal. Whose son is it, Ms Al?"

"The son of Mr. Gunawan, who has a show room of that car, Bik."

"That's got a lot of car show rooms here, Ms. Al. Hem, means Alma's candidate tea, rich in slices, yeah."

"Alhamdulillah." Mom smiled.

That's some of their talk I heard.

Waiting for Mom to shop, I yawned. This hot enough to make the eye muscles relax a little, let alone the abdominal muscles that tighten.

"Immy!" I shouted from inside.

Huh huh?

I woke up after briefly putting my head on the handlebar of the motor. I searched immediately for the source of the voice that called out to me.

"This, laid out on the motor. Not to help you sleep."

"Congratulations, Mom. Huuaa."

Half-sleepy, I arranged Mom's groceries. After everything was done, we rushed home.

"Mom." I called Mom while driving.

"What."

"Alma was at the same ATM as Om Gunawan."

Suddenly, my head was pushed with two fingers.

"Why not say that, Alma. You don't have to spend money."

"Forgot, Mom. Sorry."

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