My Only One's

Rules

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“Akrab once they?” Arfan watched the two children and his son-in-law who had just arrived in the afternoon.

Arkhan seemed to say many things to Galang since they got off the man's car.

“Good too.” Dygta watched from behind the windows of their home before two men of different ages entered.

“Good did you say?” Arfan turned his head as he heard steps entering their house.

“Hai Mom. Pah?” arkhan to his parents.

“Hai dear? already home?” Dygta replied, with a sweet smile she welcomed their arrival.

“Yeah ...” replied Arkhan who dropped his body on the sofa.

“Ara not coming?” Arfan immediately asked his son-in-law.

“No Sir. Still not feeling well.” Error answering.

“Tidak go to doctor?”

“Ara don't want.”

“Why not be forced? What if the pain is severe?”

“Neverything Pah, Sister Ara just needs to be pampered.” Arkhan laughing.

“What?”

“Times intermittently angry, intermittently crying, intermittently do not want to talk? That's what hurts?” connect the child while playing his phone.

“Truely so?" Dygta asked too.

“That's how.” replied Galang.

"Why is he?"

"Any, right, Mom? Girls like that, right? Ann is too, right? Ribet is very."

"Why or what?" ask Arfan again to his son-in-law. 

"No idea, but just for a minute. After that it's normal again."

"Oh .. Maybe the mood is not good? Usually like it when you want to come by the moon." Dygta.

"Coming moon?"

"Yes. It's a matter of women."

"Hm …."

"I'm glad I'm not a girl." Arkhan laughing.

“Then I go straight home? Ara advised not to come out long time.” Then he said goodbye.

"Is that?"

"Yes, I'll be kicked out of the room again." His sister-in-law laughed again.

"Eh?"

"Every night was thrown out, this afternoon too. Ara's sister's cheeky today."

"Really Lang?" Dygta asked.

"Eee .. yes." The man chuckled while rubbing his own nape.

"Gosh, Ara!"

"I'm leaving Mom, Ara's been calling again." It showed the screen of his phone that was on and the name of the contact Amara was calling.

“Don't forget to bring souvenirs by Kak, afraid he will cry again?” Arkhan reminded his brother's whimper.

“Iya.” And soon to leave.

“Your sister is crying why?” Afan was curious.

“No idea, from yesterday like a child. If you don't cry, get angry. Where is spoiled again? If his will is not obeyed must be ngomel.” Arkhan.

“Your sister has a fight?” Then he asked.

“Ngak.”

“Keep why is your brother so?”

“Yes where do I know? Is it adult business? Where can I interfere?” The teenager got up from his seat.

“You rest ah, I'm tired.” Then he said.

“Capek finished what?”

“Umm ...”

“Definitely stay up, and maim the game?” sahut Dygta from his seat.

“That's it.” the child then rushes to his room on the second floor.

“How long have they been married?” Arfan turned to his wife.

“Neither, one month?” Dygta took a sip of the warm tea he made just a moment ago. “Why?’

“One month's time has been quarreling?” The man said.

“What's really why? His name is also two people united in one bond, let alone they live one roof, yes there must be a problem. Can be at odds understand, can also quarrel.”

“Hmm ...”

“It's normal, right? Everyone is like that too? Let alone the young, we just fight often."

"We?" Arfan. "I don't remember we ever fighting?"

"Umm .. I am too." Dygta again sipped his warm tea. "Who would dare to argue with you? I better find it safe." The woman nodded slowly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You said something earlier?" The man leaned his body.

"No. Did you hear wrong maybe?"

"My voice still clearly knows?"

"Why ask?"

"Just want to hear it more clearly."

Dygta.

"Darling?"

"Yes?" The woman looked up.

"Do you think I'm too hard on the kids?" he said, and he leaned on the couch.

"You think so?"

"Eitherway. I think I'm doing the right thing. Educate and protect them in my own way. But lately it seems like something's wrong."

"What part do you think is wrong?"

"I don't know."

"Kok don't know? You make the rules, you apply them."

"It's just that the results weren't what I wanted."

"For example?"

"Arkhan."

"Why Arkhan?"

"He seems to want to rebel."

"really?"

"Yes. You know, whatever I do for the kids is keep them safe. The current relationship is very worrying. And I'm afraid they're exposed to things that aren't good, so …."

"You did what you did to me first?" 

"Little."

Dygta.

"I think you're too hard on the kids."

"Is that?"

"Yes. They're not the ones who will just follow your rules. Remember too, children are a mix of genes for both of us. There are some who will obey, and there are also some who are stubborn like you." Dygta laughed softly.

"So my way was wrong for them?"

"Not really. But there are some that are not quite right."

"So I have something to change?"

"A little bit."

Arfan speechless.

"If you think something is wrong, why don't you warn me?"

"Not exactly Papa, but not exactly."

"Yes, why don't you remind me?"

"Can you be reminded? Can you argue? I don't think so. You'll stick to your stance even if no one agrees. Then what can I do?"

"I just feel like I have to make sure everything goes according to my plan. I don't want any help, but …."

"They're human, and anything can happen. Our job is to guide, educate and show the right way. But in the end, only they have the right to decide for themselves. Whether it's according to our plan or not. At least we've done our duty according to our ability."

"And I was too hard on Arkhan." muttered Arfan.

"And you're gonna loosen the rules a little bit?"

The man stared at Dygta's face for a few seconds.

"Maybe better …."

"Not going to." Arfan back on the couch.

"I won't change my rules even a little bit. At least until children are old enough to be responsible for themselves. Even though it makes them feel like I'm too hard."

Dygta grunted slowly.

"Then why are you asking me to talk about this?" The woman rolled her eyes, upset.

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"Miss?" A peek from the opening of the door that opened a little. Tells the state of his wife he's staying to drive Arkhan home.

"Hum?" Amara replied with a slow murmur.

"I thought you were sleeping?" The man went into the room.

"Sleep keeps on being bored." Amara initially closed her eyes.

"I'll bring food, will you?"

"What food?"

"Sort of."

"Take care."

"All right, come?" The man helped her get up and took her out of their room.

"So you stopped by the store?" They sat in front of the television with a table full of food.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why is food from the store? I thought the other one?"

"Duh?"

"Other times if you want to bring anything ask first. What do I want? What it wants, what kind of food. Don't just take it."

He pulled and exhaled slowly. This time he was wrong again?

"I thought because Amara's Love's food was your menu, so you'd be happy if I brought it?"

"Who said?"

"I."

"Not really. Precisely because it's my menu, so even bosen know?"

"Bored?"

"Yes, because I already know what the ingredients are, how to make them, and who makes them." He tasted one of them.

"If this must be Ardi's."

"How do you know?"

"The idea is that making food sometimes does not focus. Sometimes the salt is excess, or the material is reduced. He often hesitates to play the spice. So impressed with lack of taste. If Nania makes it all right. He does not even need a spoon let the cooking taste right. The feeling about the same ingredients is very sharp. So he can be relied on when it comes to cooking."

"Well, until memorization?"

"Whoa, they're my employees."

"Keep why don't you let Nania hold the kitchen? Even make them cook in turn?"

"Let everyone can, and not just one person I can count on."

"But you're like recklessly putting everyone in."

"No. They're capable of their respective portions, and I'm not worried about anything."

"What is the difference in how to cook?"

"Everybody has different tastes. There are those who tend to Ardi's cuisine, there are also those who really like Nania's making. And that's good."

"Which one do you prefer?"

"Created Sister. Hehe." Amara chuckles.

"Well?"

"So Brother for free today buy me food. I want to cook my sister."

Galang grunted quietly.

"Come, over there cook? I'm hungry."

"How will this food go?"

"Nobody eats."

"Most of all, Neng."

"Please go to the apartment clerk. They must be smirk."

The man scrunched his mouth.

"Drag, cook!" Amara glaring spoiled.

"Haihhh! Lucky baby!" He rose up and broke Amara's head.

"If not, dear?" The woman followed with a view.

"I sold you!"

"Well, am I a chicken for sale?"

"Yes, chicken love you to the moon." Stroll towards the kitchen.

"What?"

The man did not answer.

"Sister?"

"Yes?"

"So what did you say?"

"No."

"Aren't you cheating?"

"We don't play ball anymore."

"But Big Brother is cheating!"

"Whatever."

"Yes, I won't play ball tonight?" amara said with a laugh.

"What?" Stopped his activities.

"Next night I won't play ball." repeated Amara, and she laughed while covering her mouth with her hands.

"Main balls?"

"Eh forgot, Brother kan oon. So where do you know about playing that ball?"

"Miss! You call me oon again!" Half-screaming.

"The reality is so."

"Sin knows!"

Amara just chuckled.

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