Possessive Uncle: My Beloved Little Wife

It's The Same It Was Styled Before

A large family is gathering at Aya's house including Darwin and Rio as well.

"Why did he get into the pesantren anyway?"

"Tau that Mom. It was all Mas Alvin's idea. If I was just how a child. They are the ones who stumble."

"Let them study religion more deeply, brother. Be independent too."

"They are little to know."

"Either that. From childhood, we must get used to."

"We are the pisahan dong." Darren and Ano hugged the two who were sitting with the mother.

"Om gonna miss you both." Darwin Sahut.

"Kids like gamau Om."

"It's just a Dam exercise. If you want to continue or not it's up to."

"Age. Ara. Dengerin. In the pesantren ga tasty. The food is also not as good as your mother's cooking. It'll be there for you..."

"Heh what the hell. Want to poison my son's brain." Said Alvin patting Rio hard on the shoulder.

"Vin's pain." His complaint.

"Sukurin."

"Mas." Tegur Aya saw her husband's behavior.

"sorry. Rio mouth was poisonous. Basic profocator."

"Mas."

"Yes yes."

"When's it going?"

"Tomorrow Ma."

"That's chatty. Kirain is still a few days ahead."

"Mothers. Zam later slept with Ara Mother Yes."

"Yes. Don't sad. As much as possible Mother will often look at you."

"Yes. Oma the same Opa later also look up." Said Mommy gently stroking the heads of her two grandchildren.

"Don't be sad. Just a practice, baby. Later if you do not continue it is okay. Consider it a new experience."

"Yes Om." Reply both.

"Chelp Om. We will not see you tomorrow."

The two boys hugged Darwin and Rio in turn.

Aya gently stroked the two cheeks of the sleeping child hugging her.

"It's rich that I don't have the heart of it."

"Ga papa's. Let's see if in the future they will feel at home or not. I also have nothing to do in the pesantren. I just want them to try."

"They'll be good there, won't they?"

"Quiet down. The pesantren belongs to Grandpa, your Grandma who is managed by her friend. Don'worry. They must have taken good care of our two children."

"I'm afraid they can't adapt to the new environment. Fear of not being comfortable."

"Udah. Ga papa's. We sleep. Tomorrow we have to deliver the morning children."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Good night, dear." Alvin kisses his wife's lips.

"Mr. night."

Alvin's luxury car is parked seamlessly in the courtyard of the boarding school. Seize the attention of those who are busy with their respective activities.

"Let's get off, baby. We've arrived."

"Mom." Whining both.

"Said. It's already up to you."

"Yes." Yeah."

Aya and Alvin get out of the car followed by their two children. They went straight to a room where all the teachers were gathered.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam Sir, Madam please come in."

"Call Alvin, Mr. Kyai. This is my wife Aya."

"Yes. Have not seen each other for a long time. Sometimes I like to forget. Sit down." Sit down."

"Thank you." They sat themselves on the couch. Alvin drew himself closer to his wife to see the young ustadz gazes that were so intense towards Aya. 'Dress ustadz, same behavior. Can't stand beautiful people. This man's wife.'s inner in heart.

"Azar's grandson is big. Last time I saw him was Aya. Now I have a child. This is your son."

"Yes kyai."

"What's her name, baby?"

"Azzam and Azzara kyai." Answer them.

"We're picking them up Kyai. Please guide her."

"Yes to Alvin. We'll take good care of them."

"Yes."

"Yes to Aya."

"Later if for example we often visit is okay? They're not used to it yet."

"It's okay, son. They'll slow down and adjust."

"Ustadzah, Ustadz. Please take them to her room."

"Kyeai. Want to take Mommy?"

"Yes. Can." Smiling at both.

Aya finished delivering Zam and then drove Ara to her dorm. "Ustadzah Ara wants to talk to Mom first?"

"By Nak. Then I come back first. If there is anything please call it yes. Assalamualaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Yes Ustadzah."

"Mother." Ara hugged her mother tightly as if she did not want to part.

"Don't cry dear. Look who's under you too much."

"Later Ara kangen Mother."

"Slow down. I'll be here a lot."

"Mother's not rich in Aya's room."

"This is the boarding school, baby. Same thing at home. Ara long ago will also get used to."

Ara hugged her mother again. A hug tighter than ever. Aya returned her daughter's embrace patting the little girl's back gently.

"We said goodbye, Mr. Kyai."

"Yes, heart on the road."

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight." Alvin holding his wife's hand showed anyone who noticed Aya that she belonged to him.

"Udah Yang's. Don't be sad." Alvin said shortly after they entered the car.

"I couldn't have been with Zam and Ara. They don't want to hug me."

"Later also forget themselves they are just as sad. Long time too used to."

"Where did you stop by first? Maybe I'll get it."

"Not Mas. Just go home."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Jaudah that way." Alvin hugged his wife.

"God I'm forgetful."

"What's That?"

"I'm going to the supermarket. I forgot to buy something."

"Tell Aunty."

"So nawarin."

"Judek. Sir turn around yes. We go to the supermarket first." Alvin said to the driver.

"Good sir."

"You want to buy what?" Alvin asked as he pushed the trolley following his wife.

"You buy cake. Later if we look at Zam with Ara we bring."

"Oh."

"What did you realize was that young ustadz didn't look at you?"

"No. Where I've been watching them."

"Bikin people are angry. Don't know what if you're my wife. If you look at Zam with Ara later let me just. You don't have to come. I don't like it."

"What the hell. I'm in. Child's own time can't."

"But That."

"That is Mas. Don't take it dizzy. What matters is that they're not the same."

"Yes. If you dare to be like that. I cut off their heads. You're a brash."

"Huh. The power that needs to go to the pesantren is you. The talk hasn't changed."

"sorry. Loves release. I don't know why. I rarely speak rude anymore."

"It's the same It's in the old days." Said Aya pointing at her husband's chest and lips then passed away. Alvin smiled and stepped up to follow the Wife.