Not Planned Love (R3)

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"Who should be chosen among all the two options available?" - Arsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi

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The weekend has come, when the sun is so bright it lights up the day. In a magnificent mansion, the members of the nuclear family were gathering at the dining table. This weekend, indeed many of the core members who choose to spend time at home. Quality time with family can be very useful for workholics who are difficult to spend time with family.

"Good morning." A handsome man who had just entered the dining room.

"Morning." Greet the residents of the dining room.

"What a different marriage, a couplean terosss dress." Davian, who sits in the middle between Davin and Aroon.

"Dav, don't start it." Aroon Intruction.

This morning, Arsyad did wear the same patterned white shirt that his wife wore. The difference is, he wears subordinate milk-brown trousers. While the wife, using a subordinate in the form of a short skirt with the same color but has an edelwaise flower motif.

"Couplean teroos are a problem for you? Don't you? Sirik you could." Imbuh Davin, while staring at the witty sister.

"Yes anyway. But--"

"Don't make a fuss at the dinner table." Intruction of their mother.

"Yes, sorry." Answer the three, compact.

"Good guys." Kekeh Arkan - father of the triple.

"Today's fishing for a van?" Ask Vano-grandfathers of the 4th generation Radityan.

"Yes yeah."

"Your son?"

"Hm."

Van'ar did get a holiday this weekend. As promised, he will fish with the son to fill his leave time. Along with his visit to the house of his father-in-law-Dimas and Sayla-parents Aurra, his wife.

"At Dimas' house?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then-"

"Mas, breakfast first. Talk messed up first, can't you?" The soft voice instruction belonged to the middle-aged woman. Arcia.

"Yes." Yeah."

In the Radityan family, women are not only a wife and a mother. They are also considered the best ego controllers of men. The proof, the wives in this family can always make the situation better if he needs to take part when needed.

After breakfast together, one by one family members mulai perform their duties. The women fix up the leftovers, while the men partially go to the study, to the garden next to the house, the living room, and so on.

While the Grandsons of Radityan, choose to gather in the middle room. Arsyad sat on the sofa with his wife, facing off against the triplets sitting on one sofa. On the other hand, Arra and Arion were sitting next to each other.

"It's a mistake, the calculation." Arion open the sound.

"What time?"

"Yes. The selling price is calculated from the cost of production and other costs outside production." Said the boy who was still sitting on the bench of the Junior High.

Davian stared at the row of combinations of numbers presented in the microsoft excel.

"The selling price is obtained from HPP or the Cost of Production plus profit, that's bang."

"Is this dong's fault?"

"Yes bang. Wrong formula." Davian gave a small nod, while operating all ten of his fingers on his full-color keyboard. Aided by the instructions of his brother bontot, the real brain is more diluted about calculations.

"Ron, is this really gym spending this week?"

"Yes. That's gross income, no operating expenses cut."

"That means, if gini gym income is still normal huh?"

"Hm." Replied Aroon, who was discussing with Davian.

Arra himself was busy uploading some of the results of the fhotsoot yesterday. This time, he became Brand Ambassador of a famous hijab shop.

"Yanda's brother is diligent?" Praise Kara, right next to the husband's ear.

The man who was typing was silent ever since. There was a wave of shock that stung him, due to the actions of his little wife.

"Yanda too, diligent." Praise Kara, while smiling sincerely.

"This is all for us, make savings in the future." Answer Arsyad.

"Yes, Kara knows. Money from yanda is also Kara's tube."

Kara rarely buys or buys anything. After all, all the needs of clothing and food are always met. Tyoga never made his daughter any flaws. Even with the monthly money Kara got from Arsyad, all of it is still stored in her savings.

"You can use that money to buy your needs. That's a living that's your absolute right." Said Arsyad, while still working.

"Yes, Kara knows. But, all Kara's needs are met. So, the money from yanda mending is saved. Make the future."

Arsyad smiled faintly in silence. The future, huh? Angan built by him for the achievement of their household in the future. He is grateful, at least Kara always brings positive value about an almost bleak future for him. But now, with Kara Arsyad will change all these impossible.

Ting nong's

Ting nong's

The sound of bells ringing, making them switch for a moment.

"Who came early in the morning?" Confused Aroon.

"Where's ketehe?" Answer Davian.

"Maybe Arsen." Arsyad.

He remembered, there was an appointment to fishing with his best friend.

"Bik, open the door dong. We have someone coming." Davian said, asking for help from one of the maids to open the door.

"Good den." Davian gave a small nod, his pair of irises still focused on typing.

Not long after, the maid came to bring the intended guest.

"Den, this is the guest."

"Yes bik. Thanks, don't forget to bring a drink for your guests. We're working rodi first." Canda Davian, who made the maid nod.

"Sit Sen, we're working rodi again. Busy, business." Kekehnya, ask the friend to sit down.

They were all focused on Gaway in front of them. Also the task they are doing, making the guests stuck in the heart.

"Sen, aren't you sitting? Lo can-" Davian paused his sentence, as he put his gaze up.

"Sit Sen, we're taking care of this gym's finances. You said yesterday to recalculate, right?" Connect Davin.

"Yes. Our job is to calculate the net income of the workshop, bang." Aroon chimed.

"Eh, guys. This, not Arsen." Said Davian, who immediately made them raise their eyes.

"You mean?"

A woman with a dark green canal, stood straight before them. Next to his hand held a crocodile leather bag that had a fantastic price. Standing before them, smiling awkwardly.

"I'm sorry if my presence interferes with your activities." He said, looking back at the teenagers who looked surprised by his presence.

"Who do you want?" Say a warm voice, greet kindly.

The woman with the face covered came carrying a tray containing small meals and drinks to entertain the guest.

"Mother?" Confused about the hijab woman.

"I am Galang's mother. Their schoolmate."

Aurra smiled thinly behind the cover of her hijab. "Let's go, sit down." Bring Aurra.

"Children, are there guests not told to sit?"

"You weren't invited bun." Chirps Davian.

"Yes. Anarchist guest bund, justin." Davin Imbuh.

"What's that?" Confused Aurra, will the response of his sons and daughters.

"Bang, this is your friend's mother, right?" Ask the son.

"Hm."

Aurra's confusion grew, when she got the flat expression of the son. What's up with them?

"Sorry, if my arrival annoys you." Just open the sound.

"No ma'am. Children are learning to manage their workplaces. Perhaps, they were being less responsive to his surroundings at this moment."

As if he were fretful, would be the manners of this hijab woman. He knew, a righteous woman like this would surely be able to educate her sons and daughters to be children who are good, also righteous.

"So, what's the aunt here for?" Ask Aroon to the point.

"Ron, what is it? Not polite to parents." Lerai Aurra's.

"But mother, she's the-"

"Everyone older should be polite, son. It has become the teaching of the Prophet." Aurra.

"Yes. Sorry mother." Said Aroon, can not argue with the noble-hearted woman called 'mother.

I nodded, seeing the sight. When he commemorates the son alone, must use extra energy plus mounting emotions. Well this, this one woman easily advises her son. And miraculously, his son was instantly fainted.

"If you may ask, are you their mother or not?"

Aurra nodded. "Yes. They're my sons." Answer Aurra.

"Alhamdulillah, Davin has a mother who does not like julid." Little Davian's naughtiness, happy to be claimed as Aurra's son.

"Basic. Durhaka lo samama mama." Davian Correction.

"Just a guyon, nothing more." Imbuh Davian, justifies.

"If the mother of Arsyad and Arabella? That, you?"

"Yes. Me, the mother of Arsyad and Arabella. Why ya?" Ask Aurra.

Arshad and Arra, who heard his name called, turned their heads. Look at the two women who were talking.

"I'm Galang's mother."

"Groof?" Confused Aurra. "Aarshad and Arra?"

I hesitated to nod. Where his son befriended exemplary students like Arsyad and Arra. There, Galang is their sworn enemy.

"Look, I came here to apologize."

"Sorry?" It was not Aurra who answered, but the triple.

"After the anarchist act of the day?"

"Sort of a bull raging, forgetting yourself. Want to apologize?"

"Auntie is wrong?" Ask the twins, be persistent.

"Eh?" Confused Aurra.

"It was my fault." Just open the sound.

"I slapped your son and daughter."

Deg

Aurra turned her reflexes, staring at her daughter's son in turn.

"I'm sorry for slapping Arsyad and Arrabella. All that I did, because I was shocked to see my son fired from school and in the quarterback officer."

Aurra was still listening carefully. He was also surprised by the fact that it was this woman, who had hurt his daughter's son.

"I'm sorry, for the anarchist conversation I've had. Really, I have no intention of hurting your daughter's son." Just be sincere, apologise.

Aurra nodded in understanding, then she smiled thinly behind the cover of her face.

"As a mother, I knew how she felt at the time. Losing a son is hard, but losing in the meantime is good for keeping him deterred. So, as a mother, we should let the law work properly. Because then, the child who has made a few mistakes will understand what they have done is wrong." Aurra says.

The arrival of unexpected guests this time, in fact peeled off the incident the other day. Sorry, only Arra and Arshad can give. As a mother, Aurra is only an intermediary to give understanding. Honestly, he also did not want his daughter's son to be hurt. But in this case, indeed the intervention of fate over dominating power.

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Sukabumi January 18, 2021