My husband is possessive

15. My house in Heaven

At my house, this place is still the same. Always warm and will be a place missed by all its residents.

“Assalamaicum. We come!” I opened the door before saying my regards. My family was gathering in the tv room, directly scattering into the living room. Welcomed us. Weekends have some kind of regulation in this house, do your activities to a minimum outside the house. Enjoy time and family togetherness. That's the rule that's been in effect since then, until now. Two of my sisters will be gathering at home on the weekend. Does that sound weird?For me, who's been through this routine my whole life, it's been a lot of fun. When you just talk about an unimportant tv show even with people who live close to you. Families.

“Kakak has come yes,” Haikal first directly hugged me, after that he just kissed his hand.  When I looked at Ren. “Sorry bang habit.” He grinned when he saw the person beside me react. Then she hugged Ren as well. “Ampun bang, swear, habit.” Because of your stone, who told Ren to love more than me. You fared as soon as I was happy, failed the pocket money more.

As usual, Ren kissed my father's hand and immediately hugged my mother. Duh, just feel like my own child is more than me. She is my mother's favorite daughter-in-law. They went back to the tv room while mom went straight to the kitchen. Preparing food for his son-in-law. I went to the kitchen to help.

“Why new afternoon here?” ask the mother who turned the stove on.

“Tadi stopped by the ice cream shop near Ren bu's office. New store and he wants to try. It melted the ice cream cake. I entered the refrigerator first yes.” I said while arranging a small box of ice cream cake into the freezer.

“You haven't eaten yet, right?” worried that we were full.

“But Ma, fried mpek-mpeknya just as diligent, will be eaten with Ren. He likes mpek-mpek made by mom.” I drove the disappointment out of my mother's tone of voice, thinking we must have been full of ice cream.

“Mother make a lot yes, mas Gilang also definitely get rations yes. Hehe.” I took a tray and arranged the cake.

“Mother has sent through the package, must have been until now.”

It was easy for the world now, even a mother could share the food she made with her first child who was out of town. Now, if you miss mother's cooking, there will be easy medicine. Who likes mother's cooking the most.

“There's good news yet?” Mother glanced at me with a laugh, her hands flipping over the mpek-mpek she fried.

“What?” even though I know what the real mother means.

“Hehe, yesterday mom went with her mom Renan, talking you two.” Both of these vessels have no death. They reminisce about college must be bored now.

“Ngambek later if I discuss it, in front of Ren.” I laughed when I said it, although it was serious.

“Hehe, it's yes. Yes, I am not maunbahas deh.” I know, she knows, you always know the heart of her child, trust me.

“I brought the cake to the front first yes bu.”

I left my mother frying in the kitchen. Bringing cake to the tv room. “Sweet food comes!” I put it on the table. “Mpek-mpek again fried mom yes dear. Bentar yes.” He was already full of cake so did not glance at the tray I was carrying. I left Ren with my father and my two sisters. I went into the kitchen again to help my mother.

...***...

Meanwhile in the tv room.

Dad took a piece of cake. Kirana and Haikal took the same step, Ren shook his head when offered.

“Work smoothly?” Dad opened the chat. Renan answered and explained a few things. Basically the job is good.

“Where to champ mpok Judes?” Haikal ate cake voraciously. Its main purpose is still the business of sambal. He also wants to post on his social media, so his followers certainly do not forget the Renan account tag as well.

“In car. Take the same bag Kak Aya and bag clothes yes.” Renan handed me the car keys.

“Ready bang.” Moving on, not a few steps had already turned around, taking another piece of cake. “Hehe.”

Kirana showed me her hp. The sweet girl who had not been able to escape from the tiny thing. Eat see hp, watch tv see hp, breathe also with hp. That's his life slogan.

“Bang open endorse huh? Very sad sosmed brother.” While spending one big slice of cake. “Hp which brother? Try view.”

Renan took out a hp from his woe pocket. His post was flooded with netizen comments. O people who are all right, why do you spam comments on people's accounts. Sambel mpok judes that actually accidentally photographed even become a conversation. Notif tags from many unknown accounts.

“Follower brother added around 500s.” Haikal joined in, carrying Renan's two requested bags, as well as a plastic bag filled with sambal. Mr. Wijaya prefers watching tv and spending cake, not participating in social media affairs.

“It looks like a sales account on follow brother. Try to open DM bang no endorse offer. Hehe.” Haikal held a bottle of sambal in his hand. “Enak bang connect.”

“Lumayan.”

“Udah like selebgram only.” Mom and I came out of the kitchen. Bringing steaming mpek-mpek and evaporating heat tekwan. I looked at Ren meaningfully. Rule no 16. Ren blinked his left eye, understanding what I meant. He patted the empty space next to him so I could sit down. I obey you follow your will. She had already wrapped her arms around my waist, and leaned her chin on her shoulder.

“Mau tekwan first.”

I take it he wants.

“Kak Aya try see.” Haikal. “Very many comments, I want to read. Hehe.” Ren was leaning towards him. Like saying it's not important.

“Try reading.”  I was enthusiastic.

While Ren enjoys eating tekwan. Doesn't matter.

“Renan cute yes, especially if the smile of a million watts looks.”

“Where his beloved wife is, how not to look face.”

“The patch is good yes, I also bought you kak.”

“Kak Renan how old is.”

“Hihi and many more.”

“Posting the last brother at the ice cream shop as well, a lot of which are comments.”

I listened to Haikal while serving Ren's wish. And a lot of the songs still make me curious.

“Mau mpek-mpek?” I'll get him and put a small bowl in his hand. He ate nothing that Haikal talked about.

“Try here deck hp Kak Aya in a bag behind you.” Ren. “He wants which one more dear, I get.” Take two more mpek-mpek, and move to a small bowl in his hand. Let me play hp. When else can play in front of you. Haha.

Mom and Dad also chatted, Ren prefers to chat with mom. Spoiled on mom's shoulder. Chance, I got up near Haikal with my two sisters talking about sosmed.

“Bang promote my account bang, let my followers add.” Haikal social media enthusiast, his style already wants to be just a little.

“Lack of work Bang.” Kirana.

“What are you, want too. Your acc fan account wants to be promoted as well.” Haikal is already nyolot.

Unlike me who is close to Haikal, if with his sister Kirana, Haikal is like a cat as a mouse. Honey but not getting along.

“Niat.” Kirana julid.

“Biarin.” Haikal's mouth goes forward, shows you want to too, right, he does.

“Who is Dek?” I showed him my phone, showed him the profile picture of someone asking to follow in my account. “Kak Aya check, Follow you also yes.”

“Ah, this is Raimon Kak, my SMU friend, who used to play at home. Who ever shot Kak Aya continues to be rejected.”

Why would I hit my brother whose mouth is everywhere. Too late, Ren had already turned his head and saw me not like it. He flicked his finger, gestured for me to come closer and handed me my phone.

“You si.” I pinched my sister's waist.

“Ampun Brother.” He just grinned.

I've been sitting next to Ren again, I gave him the phone he asked for. Than the length of his business.

“So sister how many times shot same guy younger than Sister.” while tucking hair behind my ears.

“Many times. Hahaha.” I'm looking for stuff to chim in. “But only Renan I trust for Aya. It is

Yeah.” Are you trying to go with the mangut-mangut. Still watching tv hides the mood.

“No dear, do you know how many girlfriends I had before marriage.” He was, he was, I winked at him.

“But sister has not told about shot her friend Haikal.”

“Hahaha, it's yes. Maybe because it is not important so do not keinget dear.” I've seen the phone he gave up. He blocked it from his friend Haikal's account. This kid really is.

“So I want to make rule no 17 now.” He whispered in my ear.

“Hehe, no dear. I'm taro hp. No more hp.” Satisfied. “I want to eat mpek-mpek also ah. Dad want.”

I moved in from next to Ren clinging to Dad. Seeking safety and protection. Ren won't fuck around anymore. I took my father a small bowl and poured vinegar. He enjoys the work of his beloved wife.

“Telfon mas Gilang Dek, same miss Malika Adam.” I said next to Dad. Haikal moved from his seat closer.

“Vidio call Yes Kak.”

“Hemmm.”

We sat in front of HP. Swipe right and left so that everything looks. I don't want to lose next to me either.

“Hallooo!!” we were crowded in front of HP. There Mas Gilang chuckled. Especially when we see us fighting over positions.

“Again on collect ya?”

“He, eat mpek-mpek mom. Malika same Adam where is Mas?” Not long ago two heroes Mas Gilang appeared with his mother.

“What's up Brother. Brother Desta is getting more beautiful aja.” I said when I saw Mas Gilang's wife.

“Hehe can, Aya also more beautiful. Whose photo was it, same little boy?” ah, the photo I posted on my personal sosmed. Photo of Safina and the two of us.

“Neighbors Aya kak, hehe, Safina.”

“Tante-tante I yesterday school taught najarin same salary sing.” Malika takes her HP from her mother. “ Gini aunty nyanyin.” I don't know what she's singing. We were just chuckling. I looked up when Ren had moved behind me.

“This is about Renan.” Say .

“Hallo Om.”

“Hallo Malika, already big, when to play to the house of aunt same om.”

“Later on vacation yes om, take Lika with Adam for a walk ya.”

“Beres.”

Behind Malika suddenly appeared the face of Mas Gilang. Hp is still held by Malika.

“How are you doing Renan?” The voice of the gilang sounds very formal.

“Good Mas.” Ren replied no less formal. I smiled at him.

“Jaga Aya well yes.” Duarr, what the fuck is Mas Gilang.

“Apaan mas Gilang this makes the atmosphere tense aja.” I turned to Ren, piercing his cheek with a finger. Told him to smile.

“Ia Mas.” Still with awkward language.

Trust me Ren is most awkward with my older brother. He could immediately stop laughing if he spoke to Mas Gilang. Funny, especially when you imagine it.

We kept chatting, Malika and Adam singing there. Mom and Dad laughed at their grandchildren. Ahh, so kangen wants a complete gathering. This house will be getting crowded.

it's a weekend story when I go to my parents' house. To you, what does home mean to you?

Home to me is a special place where I can imagine the beauty of heaven. Isn't there a perfect word that my home is my paradise. I grew up in a world like that. I'm close to dad, I stick to mom all the time. And I obey them. I am not an angel without blemish either, sometimes I still miss when in their admonition. But because my father always touched me with tenderness, to the end I always try to do the best for them. Without forcing me.

Perhaps you could say my encounter with Ren, our matchmaking was the fruit of my obedience to my parents. If I didn't obey them maybe I wouldn't have met Ren or married him.

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