
In the residence of Bimasena as usual if in the morning it will certainly be very noisy, a wife who nags while playing her war equipment, as well as the child who is confused by the unfinished schoolwork.
This activity is always a warmth that makes Salwa choose to stay with his brother, and leave the house that Satya bought one week before they married.
Although sometimes Nayla's sister-in-law prefers to nag rather than say softly to her, but that's exactly what Salwa likes.she likes Nayla who is always what is in front of anyone, even if sometimes the scolding is spicy, but sometimes the scolding is very spicy,but actually he is a wife and mother who always prioritizes family affairs.
Salwa sometimes fantasizes, one day she can become like Nayla, have a good husband and obedient like her brother, as well as a good and innocent child like the 10-year-old boy.
He looked at the little family from the stairs with his sweet smile, the family who would accept him when everyone blasphemed him as the unlucky bearer of the death of Satya the husband.
"What a big storm."He said as he climbed one ladder after another to sit on one of the dining table chairs.
Nayla who heard Salwa coming down from her bed immediately shouted to ask Salwa to help her in the kitchen.
Salwa who did not want to suck the vegetables floated, rushed to Nayla in the kitchen that had been ruffled waist and looked cynically at her.
"Tumben you've come down, fried the temple first."Nayla gives a bowl of tempeh that has been seasoned.
Salwa put tempeh into the frying pan with a grunt."Wake up in omelin, wake up in the afternoon too, wuh!"
"No need to say, finish this.I don't want to help your niece settle her PR."Nayla took off the apron and put the originals on Salwa's neck.
It was Nayla, she never behaved like a sister-in-law but she always acted like she was her real sister.
Nayla always took care of Salwa as if she was her own younger sister, even if they were not far away, Nayla always felt more fortunate than Salwa,if now he can still and often hear the news of his mother who lives in Tegal Central Java with his sister who served in the Department of Transportation, he said,another with Salwa who could never again hear the news of his parents who had returned to the Khaliq because of an incident.
Salwa was orphaned when she turned 13 years old, but unfortunately until now she still forgets the incident that has claimed the lives of her parents.
"Salwa, Rom Rudi got sick he said, last night auntie yana called brother." Sruuup, Bima sipped some warm tea, while Nayla just shook her head.
"Hah, the reason is Bang, most also miss us.Such as do not know aunt Yana only, mode."Salwa put her bitter coffee, pulled up a chair and sat next to Nayla, while her nephew Judis had left for school on a bicycle.
From the back of Salwa, it seemed that the middle-aged man and woman were walking to settle the precipitate, making Bima hold her laughter.
"Oh, oh !" Aunt is sick."Shouting Salwa made everything on the dining table widen, the middle-aged woman named Yana grabbed her ears.
"Good you are, aunt sam om kangen is already half dead you guys are even good to eat."Said the aunt who had come from earlier but Bima deliberately did not tell Salwa, because he wanted to prank his beloved sister.
"Jeez red aunt Yana."Salwa complained like a child and held her ears completely red.
"How are aunt and om ?" Tanya Nayla while pulling a chair for Aunt Yana.
"Dear, how are you ?" Well tan, that's not good, it's still single."Salwa scowled because of Nayla's words.
Aunt Yana and husband, can only sigh.they do not want to find a mate, but what is permissible in the word Salwa always refused with a variety of reasons that make sense.
"At first, if you have told me your kangen, can't be delayed.I'm afraid to take a holiday."His words are sorry.
"Oh, so papa nesel nih nganter mama here!"Exclaims.
Rudi the husband laughed, "No dear dong, I love you, what the hell is not."Bima and Nayla chuckled.Salwa who is an immortal singles can only frown if they have heard the death seduction of the om.
"Please, help me God, why this man does not know my fate."Salwa said, raising her hands and looking up at the sky of the room.
Nayla who was right next to Salwa directly menoyor Salwa head slowly, "Neither do not try to be smart.you yourself who do not want to marry again.your former in-laws have too much burdened you Salwa."Nayla.
"Are you still routinely sending money to them ?" ask aunt Yana.
"Still tan, who else if not Salwa tan, anything else since my father was sick, just from Salwa they can survive, how soon Rahma will go to college."Saddledly said.
Rudi and Yana looked at Bima, and,but Bima can only raise his shoulders a sign of not knowing what to do.Because Salwa is a thing that he must fulfill what else when Salwa knows if Satya has changed the name of ownership the cafe in his own name.
If others think that Salwa received a lot of things from Satya it is true, but until this moment Salwa never used the comfort that Satya left behind, like the house now occupied by the sister of his former mother-in-law and one savings book whose contents make Salwa afraid to use it.
So all the effort he did for the cafe relics of the husband, all of them purely his own efforts in helping Bima the brother.
"Yes, what is important is that you are Salwa."Aunt Yana rubbed Salwa's head and hugged her from behind.
"Salwa ihklas tan, Salwa sure there will be good for Salwa later."
They all agree Salwa's words, the little chat had to stop when Bima got a call from someone she couldn't possibly ignore.
" Good sir, I'll try to take him."Say Bima before closing the phone.
Bima is a little unsure of his decision, but what is wrong if he tries.He wants his sister to immediately have a partner, even this time, this time,a little younger or even very young when compared with the age of Salwa the younger brother.
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"How did Han, did Pak Bima agree to bring him here ?"Farhan nodded.The young genius smiled in relief.
Whatever I'm gonna do to make sure this feeling is real.
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