My sister My husband

72. WEDDINGS

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Andra knocked on Papa Dimas's room door. Nothing special, everything looks normal. But this strange time has shown at two in the morning.

Papa Dimas woke up and slowly opened the door of his room with eyes that were still reluctant to widen to receive light.

" What are these nights like you going to Papa's room?" Papa Dimas helps you to walk slowly.

They stopped and sat in front of the bed. The atmosphere of silence and questionable gazes began to be thrown.

" What's up?" Ask again with the sound of typical fiber wake up.

Andra reached into his cell phone that was in his pants pocket. " Is Papa's account number still the same?" Andra looked at Papa Dimas flatly.

" Yes, what's up?" Papa Dimas seemed lazy to respond and even yawned widely resisting his sleepiness.

" A... What was that, an account number? you asked me for an account number? The same?" Papa Dimas nodded and woke up and shook Andra's shoulder.

Andra nodded with her flat gaze." Yes Pa. I'll replace the money I've used for all my needs." Andra replied calmly while her interlocutor was already almost surging in excitement.

She was happy that Andra's memory had finally recovered. So guess. " Woah, do you remember? you remember everything...?" Papa Dimas's eyes are wide open. His sleepiness evaporated into the clouds.

Papa Dimas hugs Andra to celebrate the return of Andra's memories. But Andra shook her head.

" No Pa, I accidentally saw this. Is this Papa's account number?" Andra showed me a small yellow piece of paper. Yup, paper torn phone book.

Papa Dimas was lethargic. " But you said the same account number, it's a sign you still remember it." Papa Dimas repeated Andra's question.

" Oh, I guess I just mispronounced." Andra rubbed her non-itchy nape.

" Sshhh...., really? " Papa Dimas sat down while rubbing his beard with one hand and the other folded into his chest.

" It's." Andra gave me a small piece of paper.

Papa Dimas read it and nodded. It's true that's his account number.

" So, did you remember your account number? your ATM pin?" His eyes are deeper.

" The emmm..." Andra fell silent as if confused at the thought of a fitting answer.

Papa Dimas laughed. " Papa Hapal, you can't lie. This post looks new. The ink is still a bit wet. You remember that, right?"

Andra. " Yes Pa." He spoke with lirih. " But don't tell this to Dinda. I'm just doing this just so he'll come back to me." To be honest that made a relieved smile on papa Dimas' lips.

" Aastaga, so this is your trick? Since when, or maybe you never forget the memory?"

" No. no..." Andra shakes her hand as a sign of rejecting Papa Dimas' unilateral opinion.

" I just a few days ago started to remember." Answer it honestly.

" All?" Papa Dimas shook his head and looked at him enthusiastically.

Andra nodded in embarrassment, also feeling guilty for having hidden this from her family.

" Okay, Papa's gonna hide this from Dinda. Oh, my God, it's like Papa's cheating on you with Papa's wife right now." The middle-aged man rubbed his face. " Well, what's your purpose in Papa's room?"

" Pa, I want to pay for everything Papa has put out for me. Also includes buying this house."

" No, Papa didn't ask you to pay him. It's just that Papa hopes that if you remember your ATM pin you can pay your own therapeutic fee. For the used do not think. You're my son I should've done all this. I was just afraid that I would no longer be able to continue your therapy. I'm afraid you're paralyzed and can't walk anymore." Papa Dimas spewed out all his teeth. All his fears are hidden.

" Simple! you've always been a forger." Said Papa Dimas who resigned while looking at the incoming message from his M-banking.

" I know it's not free, to relax on my old days.I think I should work hard to bring you back together." quip in on the target and make Andra grin in shame.

" Yes Pa. I beg your help, Pa. Papa would want Papa's grandson to be happy with his father and mother, right?" Andra smile.

" It's awful that smile of yours. All right, I'll try to get him to refer you. But...." Papa Dimas stopped talking and put his phone back on the nightstand.

" Can I hold your word?" Papa Dimas patted Andra's shoulder making Andra's heart beat faster. " Can you look after her and treat her like a queen?" Full of affection and emphasis in each word.

" I promise you, Pa, I won't repeat my stupidity. He's the last one for me." Andra said resolutely and her eyes were firm without hesitation.

" Well, I entrust my children and grandchildren to you Andra Pramudya." He said as if the two of them had made a promise.

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" Thank God Sahh.....!!!" Uncle Sam cupped his hands together and washed them in his face.

A week passed and Dinda finally collapsed as well. He wants to re-refer and this time it is still Uncle Sam who plays the penghulu.

" It's the second time, don't get the third time or you'll get a pretty glass." Uncle Sam was sloppy without a bulkhead.

" Yes Uncle I promise to make Him happy until the end of my life." Andra sincerely made Uncle Sam then patted his shoulder with the meaning he was trying to believe what Andra said.

" Sniff dong! The bride's time is so sore her face is like this." Bibi Nur whispered while confirming Dinda's hijab.

" Hum...!" Dinda smiled full of compulsion and showed her rows of teeth. Makes Aunt Nur reflex pat her shoulders strongly. " Athaghfirullah, Linda! just a smile looks like a chucky doll like this." Bibi Nur was upset.

Then where are those two usually crowded little boys?

They of course have been stuck in the lap of the Abi with pleasure. It feels like they are getting married today.

Andra was no less happy. She never ends up kissing her two children in turn.

Nightfall.

This was the thing that Dinda was most afraid of. Somehow even until he grimaced a few times himself to hold the pain of either the part that hurts the author also does not know🤣🤣.

" Sleep!" Andra patted the bed next to her that was empty.

" Not yet sleepy." Answer the original Dinda who is still standing in front of the closet to choose her favorite negligee.

" You have to persuade me to refer to me." Sindir Andra's.

Dinda throws her mouth. " Hhh, it's late there should be no quarrel between us. Okay?"

Andra fell silent and began to squash herself with indifference. Dinda was also no less indifferent and just walked into the bathroom.

" Married again, to him? This fast?" Mumbled Dinda while brushing her teeth.

Staring in her reflection in the mirror Dinda spoke in her heart. Mas Kean, I'm sorry. I am no longer your wife. You deserve to be with the angels there.

Finished with the ritual, Dinda then came out of her room and found Andra was asleep. He smiled and then climbed into the bed. Not too close, maybe Dinda is complying with health protocols for social distancing.

Dinda faces Andra. He mumbled softly. " Iman, you're a duplicate. Look, my eyebrows, nose, and eyes are the same as her. Good-looking..."

Andra's heart is beating fast when getting a paste of the word HANDSOME. Hayo, is it that Andra is asleep or is she just pretending?