Possessive Uncle: My Beloved Little Wife

Sorry My Decision is Round

Alvin just left for the office about a quarter of an hour ago.

"Mothers. Dad's leaving?"

"Honey already. What's up?"

"Our mother came out yuk."

"Where do you want to go? Zam wants what?"

"We went to Mom's shopping. Zam wants the same beans chips for later snacks iftar. But Zam wants to buy it himself. Don't ask me to buy Auntie. Zam wants to go with Mom."

"Ara wants to."

"Yes. We buy. Come on."

"Mothers. Ara wants a cake wrapped in banana leaves like yesterday."

"What cake?"

"Ara forgot."

"Nagasari huh?"

"Yes that."

"Later make me."

"Thank You Mother."

"Same as a darling." Replying to the arms of his son.

Aya and her two children left after sending a message to her husband. He did not wait for a reply from the husband because it would be long or even not allowed.

"Assalamualaikum Mas" said Aya picked up the phone while on the way.

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"Just a second. It's again on the road. I have permission from you. Time to tell him to come home again. Gamau ah."

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"Don't worry. I'm just going home. You can track me through GPS, anyway."

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"Udah deh Mas's. You're too much to tell me to stay home. Why can't you do it."

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"That's mulu. Already ah. I'm closing. Assalamualaikum."

"Why Mother? Don't you give me permission, do you?"

"What a darling. I just asked where I was going."

"Oh. I guess I don't give permission."

Arriving at the supermarket Aya took her two children down. Zam and Ara chose various foods they liked while Aya just followed behind him while pushing the trolley.

"Mothers. Zam asked for this?" Show it to the soda bottle.

"Don't darling. Zam will have stomach pain. The others are."

"Yes, Mother."

"Mothers. Ara ask for this chocolate."

"Yes. Just take. All for brother Zam."

"Yes, Mother."

"Zam's mom wants meatballs."

"Let's make it at home, baby."

"Thank You Mother."

"same. This is all. Don't want what else?"

"Had Mother. It's full of food for all of us."

"Jas. We pay."

"Sir, we don't go home yet. We go to the market for a while" Aya said to the driver.

"Mrs. Why not just shop here? The lady will be uncomfortable. The market is dirty, madam."

"I want to buy banana leaves sir. There's nothing here. Take me to the market."

"But Madam. Mr. will be angry."

"Let me speak."

"Good Mistress."

"You want to come with me down or in the car?"

"Follow down Mother."

"Related?"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer them steadily.

Aya held her two children's hands into the market.

"Mother.dirty." said Ara.

"Shut. Don't say that. It's not good if anyone hears. We appreciate the place and the people. Here they make a living."

"Good Mom."

Aya bought banana leaves at a merchant there. "Sweet people want to shop in a place like this. Why not just clean it up." Said the middle-aged mother.

"No Ma'am. At the supermarket and here it's the same." Aya replied with a smile.

"Mbak bed. It's clean there. The place where the rich elite people mbak."

"I'm a regular mom."

"Don't lie. The car is so fancy."

"Trait's just a deposit from Mom."

Aya just smiled in response.

"This is your son?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Kirain. Whose name is son?"

"Zam same Ara Ma'am." Answer them politely.

"Beautiful and handsome. Polite anyway."

"What's the matter anyway?"

"What is mom?" Ask Ara.

"This is jackfruit dear. Ara want to try?"

Ara nodded in spirit.

"The jackfruit is also the banana, ma'am."

"Good mbak."

"How much is it?"

"All 120 thousand mbak."

"This is the change take ma'am."

"There are still many mbak. Still 80 grand."

"Mother's Sneak."

"Thank You Ma'am. Hope the luck is good."

"Amen. Same Mom, I'll excuse you."

"His heart."

Arriving at the house Aya went straight to the kitchen with her two children.

"Bi please peel the numbers."

"yes, madam."

"Mothers. When do we make the scandal?"

"Will it be now or later?"

"Mother isn't tired? If you're tired, you just rest."

"Mom's not tired. We make it now."

"Ara help."

"Even Zam."

Alvin just came home directly to his wife in the room. "Assalamualaik." He said he hugged Aya.

"Vaalaikumsalam. What the hell is it."

"You go to the market?"

"Yes. I told you."

"What the hell are you. I don't give permission."

"You gave me permission earlier."

"I gave you permission to go to the supermarket, not to the market."

"I'll just be gone for a minute."

"I'm worried to know. I'm afraid something's happening."

Alvin hugged his wife again after a moment of noticing the pretty face.

"Don't that ah. You're too much of a person."

"You don't know how many times I almost lost you. I'm afraid that time is repeating itself."

"Relax Mas. Everything's fine."

"Just from now on, if you don't go with me. I can't."

"You are that again. I'm no longer a child. You don't treat me rich gini dong."

"You should just hang on."

"Mas." Aya Whine.

"For your good." Gently rubbed his wife's head.

"You're too much."

"I'm sorry my decision has been unanimous" Alvin said.

Alvin and Aya gather in the living room with their two children after the tarawih prayer.

"The numbers are good, Mom." Said Ara while continuing to chew.

"Eat it slowly dear."

"Zam you don't want to?"

"Zam is full of Dad."

"Your sister is not full yet."

"His stomach fits a lot." Said Azzam watching Ara who was focusing on her food.

"Yes. When are they going to school?"

"Next month. Love Permission I menemenin them yes Mas. I beg you."

"Yes. But you have to tell me" Alvin allowed because he didn't have the heart of his wife.

"False Mas. I'll always tell you."

"Same as darling." Alvin hugged and kissed his wife.