ONE ENOUGH
CHAPTER 22: OVERVIEW
Gilang and Gita are indeed newlyweds. One full moon they went through together. Little by little the nature and character that is invisible when you are close friends and committed to dating is certainly different from their current position.
Gita Kesininya looks more chatty and very assertive, especially in terms of finance. Many think because he is the son of a rich man, his hobby is shopping and traveling. It turns out that it's not all true. Gita prefers to save her money.
And that day was her first time getting her husband's salary. Because the previous month he did not get it clearly, because a sudden marriage also their spending a lot unexpected.
"This is the ration of my beloved wife. Counted in front of the mattress, uh cashier.if less can a'a add with a kiss." gelagak Gilang thrust an emery containing money of three million five hundred thousand rupiah, according to their agreement.
"Widiiih delicious actually if less just kiss. Don't accidentally make it less so you can kiss continuously." kekeh Gita who immediately counts the money from her husband.
"Huh. PMS wife is so very yes neng, like that sewot. Can't be joked with a little." Umpat Gilang put down his tubub in bed.
"Feelings a'a times. Hm.okay. Enough of this. Thanks a', the living. Hopefully it can be used carefully, and the windfall that is still left on a'a can call the cement again, collected in his account a'a." Gita's prayer when she finished counting the money from her husband.
"Amiinu. Thank you my dear wife." Reply Gilang kissed Gita's forehead.
"Darling A'.. ga love?" fishing rod Spoiled Gita.
"Above love is there again?" ask Gilang to his wife who will rush out of the room.
"Hmm. don't know." Answer's cuek.
"Neng love and affection are as sweet as tea, like metabolism, which will not stop until death." Gilang pulled Gita to sit on her lap.
"A'a know what a'a equals AC?" Gita doesn't want to lose a dreadful dong.
"What's emang?" endus Gilang on the back of Gita's neck.
"Same-sama makes a cold sizzle, A'..."
"C. ea. Whose wife is this...? makin pinter ngagombalna..." Gemas Gilang's.
"The wife of the king of the gombal laah." Kekeh Gita then stood up and stepped away from Gilang.
"Where's it going?"
"You make coffee for a'a. It is slow to make coffee. Husband takes tea wants nyu su." Cibir Gita is happy.
"Ga neng coffee, warm chocolate only. Or just chamomile tea."
"Why?" Gita undoes her intention to continue to leave their room.
"Fear not being able to sleep. A'a's wife can't be worked on yet. So, want a drink that makes drowsiness quickly aja neng." Papar Gilang to the bathroom.
"Come work. The rice field." Grunts Gita is upset.
"The means of planting neng." Ledek Gilang directly into the bathroom, before getting hit by his fierce wife.
The new household is that, if it is not mutually led, yes fight. When she was newly married, she wanted to have children. They know that their world will change drastically if they have children later.
Where had a fight, B.A.B aja reduced duration. You will not have much time to just soak in bath ups, or just want to meditate to maintain sanity.
Gratitude can be a child who is a henchman, not a crybaby and not susceptible to pain. But, they are descendants of the sultan huh. You may not use the services of a baby sitter, at least the troublemaking queen's mother may be hired if the couple has a baby later.
Gilang is neat, he and Gita have agreed to go to the mother's house to deliver monthly shopping rations for Gilang's mother.
When they arrive, the mother, Arum and her two children will have dinner.
"Om Laaang." The spoiled Haniyah whine directly blocked Gilang's body in the chest of the Gita's favorite field.
"Delight... Hani perfumed shower baby?"
"Udah om." Reply Haniyah kissed his favorite left and right cheeks.
"Shall I pray with my mother?"
"Yes, same with Wan and Nini." Enthusiastic answer.
"Smart.kiss Anty Gita first." Sodor Gilang to the Gita. That his nephew loved his wife too.
"Lang... Have you eaten? Come on, I cook a lot. There's fried petai." Bid friendly mom from the dining table.
"Yes ma'am, please wash your hands first." He answered while removing Haniyah from the sling.
"Aaaa.aa da want off. Carry it up again." Whine Haniya spoiled.
"Cih, here it is. If the nephew is too spoiled. Don't know if people are hungry too, they want to be fat." Gita's mind was a little upset looking at the child's manjaan.
"Damn...!! Sitting here. Eat...!" For the first time Gita heard the voice of her sister-in-law Arum, very firmly with her son. Gita was worried, no one could be assertive with a 5-year-old boy who did not understand what.
"Here's the one sitting at the diner." Gilang was friendly with Haniyah. Never had the heart to hurt or say harshly with the child never got affection from the father since the baby.
Despite frowning, Haniyah still tried to swallow the food that he managed to bribe himself. As a result of getting a plot from his mother. It's a pity, but it's natural to do that to him. So that its potent properties do not drag on.
"Mother..this is the monthly allowance for mother. Gajih Gilang now 17jt ma'am. For 5 million mothers. The rest for Neng Gita, and our daily needs, also Gilang want to wait for the preparation of college again yes ma'am. Sorry I can't give you as much as I usually do." Gilang conveyed that when he, his mother and Gita were in the same room.
It means both Gita and mother. The same can listen to what Gilang said.
Mother extended her two hands to Gita, wanting to ask Gita into her arms. Gita responded to the response of her mother-in-law, then welcomed the helping hand and entered in the arms of the in-laws.
"Thank you for sharing your life with mom. Sorry, I'm old and useless. Even for daily meals should still be given by the mother's son. Please go to your pledge, Git. We equally pray that the door of the glorious fortune is launched to be able to always make you happy." That's the word Gilang's mother told Gita.
"And happy mother too." Gita also tearfully listened to the sentence that her mother-in-law said. Her mother-in-law was not a monster. Nor is the scourge that is scary and must be hostile and vigilant. She was just a widow whose life was dependent on her son. Who had fretted, if only his son's wife ignored him.
Seriate...
Entering the beginning of Ramadan
Try not to have a nasty scene in the morning..
But move to the night after it opens.
Same as lying🙈
Thanks for all your support
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