Possessive Uncle: My Beloved Little Wife

Fried Eel

Alvin's family arrived in Jogja this morning.

"Let's walk the street." Take Zam after lunch.

"Come on."

"We went to Borobudur first."

"Don't. Too rame. We're going to Prambanan. Go to Malioboro."

"Yes, yeah."

"Come on."

"Yes yes. It was brought. I'm ready to."

"Kok. We're eating out."

"Children can. You don't. Danger later if your stomach acid relapses at any time."

"Mas."

"Then protest doesn't go away."

"Yes yes." Aya Finally according.

The journey long enough they took finally arrived at Prambanan temple. Aya is busy photographing all her children's activities with the camera she carries.

"Sit down first."

"Yes. I'm talking to the kids first."

"Honey. Same mom I sat there. You guys don't split up. I'll give you 30 minutes to see."

"Yes, Mother."

Aya approached her husband who was already sitting on the bench.

"Capek is Mas?"

"No. Males only street. I see it often too."

"Oh."

"It's really hot today."

"House? I'll grab a drink in the car for a minute?"

"Yes. But you're heart."

"Yes. You can watch me from here."

"Yes." Yeah."

Aya rushed to get a drink for her husband.

"It's Mas."

"Thank you, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

"In Malioboro many. You don't macem macem in there."

"God. I'm not a kid."

"Oh, you like to tell me to arrive."

"No. Notwithstanding. Make a promise. But buy bakpia ya Mas."

"Yes. It's not dangerous for you."

"Thank You."

"Same as darling." Alvin hugged his wife.

In the afternoon around 4 o'clock they have arrived in Malioboro after stopping for a while to pray ashar.

Alvin did not stop holding his wife's hand.

"Mas I'm gonna take a picture. Take off ah."

"Yes." Yeah." Alvin moved to embrace his wife's waist.

"Children are still around. We'll just wait here."

"I want to buy bakpia."

"I told Ara to buy it."

"OK."

Aya who kept looking at his camera made Alvin feel neglected. The man took his wife's camera.

"Why the hell is it."

"You're busy mulu daritadi. I'm you're cuekin."

"Sorry."

"You take your medicine first."

"Later home. All dinner."

"What is papa?"

"Otherwise my stomach is good too."

"Mothers. Father."

"God. What are you guys buying?"

"Many Mothers. Ara is at home. We go home yuk. Tired."

"Come on. The mother who drives."

"Yes."

"Udah. Don't protest." Aya said before them all.

Aya drove her car happily.

"I love this car."

"You girls love these rich cars. Usually girls like sports cars that have two people's capacity."

"Kalo Range Rover is more agar Mas. It's comfortable."

"Pantesan really asked for this."

"Hehe. Yes, Mr. Haji. Thanks for the money I made to buy this car plus."

"Yes. Same same thing."

After dinner they gathered in the family room.

"Obinary habits of beloved sisters. Ask me for news."

"Oh."

"Mothers. Here deh. It's my mother's bakpia."

"Gee. Thanks." Thanks."

"The same."

"What did you buy?"

"much. But I can't eat."

"Why?"

"Try asking Dad."

"They buy the pedes pedes pedes."

"dad." yeah."

"But I am calm. As dutiful children we also buy food that can be eaten with Mother."

"What?"

Ara pulled out the contents of another crackle bag.

"There's yangko, pondoh salad, Monggo chocolate, plaques, and fried eel."

"Thank you. I love you guys." Aya hugged her son.

"Mom try one."

I tried everything one by one. Until he tried fried eel. A little hesitant but he was curious.

"No need to eat."

"Knowing what it's like." Aya ate it and then she ran to the toilet to vomit it. Everyone is panicking. They hurried to see Aya.

Aya lay on the bed limply. Just because of the fried eel he vomited. It feels very deep on the tongue.

" Feed the fruit to be fresh." Alvin feeds his wife an orange so that the taste initially disappears.

"We're sorry, Mother."

"You are not wrong. Her rich mother doesn't fit in eating eels."

"You guys go back to the room. It's night. Let me rest."

"Yes Well. Good Night Dad. Mommy."

"Good night, dear." Aya kisses them alternately.

"Ngeyel again?" ask Alvin.

"No. It's kapok."

"Good if you still have a kapok taste. Now sleep. You've been vomiting."

"Yes, it's." Alvin hugged his wife and patted Aya gently on the back.

"You changed my perfume?"

"Yes. I just bought it yesterday. I told you that."

"The hell."

"Yes. When we say goodbye to your Mommy's house."

"Oh."

"Why? you don't like it? If so, I used it a long time ago."

"No. This one is good too."

"Mas."

"Yes." Yeah."

"After staying with us Daniel is a bit seger huh. You didn't want her to come first. Skinny dry that's."

"hey are. Now her life is good. Happy and content."

"Thank you, Mom. You're adopting Daniel."

"You said we should help each other."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I also thank you for making me better."

"We are equally as good. We fix ourselves together."

"So my wife feels what the hell is Yang?"

"happy. So my husband how does it feel?"

"perfect. I'm rich I don't need anything else."

"Well, don't need money?"

"No."

"Eh Which son of my employees is pregnant out of wedlock. Still in high school."

"How's crus?"

"He was expelled from school."

"Who is pregnant?"

"his girlfriend. Her boyfriend just graduated."

"You want responsibility, right?"

"Boro boro responsibility. Now where is it."

"It was made to run away again. Bener is outrageous. The man has no responsibility at all. What I wonder is that such an age child knows how to relate."

"Watching that video is possible."

"Good thing is that our children are not. Don't get to that. If a good man abis that is not used up if the woman runs out if pregnant will be a disgrace. That's why I always want to go to Ara to take care of myself. I also named Ara her brother."

"Udah Ah's. Sleep."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Good night, dear." Alvin kissed his wife.

"Mr. night." Aya answered, closing her eyes.