Preferred Woman

Maya's Worry

"So you're the Miska?" ask miss Desi ketus.

"real aunt! Why auntie? Does bang Genta often tell me about my aunt?" sahut Miska's. Madam Desi smiled cynically.

"Oh, no, no! I only heard stories about you from Fauzi. Genta who likes stories about other women if not stories about his wife Zian. The clapper only liked his wife. If he was chased by other women it was from his old age," said Miss Desi. Miska smiled, she did not understand the insinuations of Miss Desi.

Madam Desi watched Miska. His movements are very suspicious. He is seen often paying attention and stealing glances towards the small garden behind the house near the kitchen. There Genta was with Fauzi grilling fish. Madam Desi was unmistakable in suspecting that the woman currently nearby liked Genta.

"Ehem!" madam Desi cleared her throat as she saw Miska smiling herself when she saw Genta grilling fish while joking with Fauzi.

"Eh, what's up, auntie? Can I get you a drink?" sahut Miska who saw the madam Desi who suddenly cleared her throat.

"Nothing! So you like my son, Genta? Since when? Don't you know that my son already has a wife and a household? Do you like to ruin people's homes?" miss Desi's barrage of questions strongly cornered Miska. Missus could not answer. For a moment, Miska was silent.

"Sorry aunt, I'm not like that aunt. I. I. I," said Miska could not speak. At the same time Genta came to his mother.

"Mama! Let's eat together!?" invite Genta who is ready to roast fish.

Genta and Fauzi prepared the fish that had been burned earlier on the dining table. The maid at the house also prepared food and other drinks on the dining table.

"We want to eat. I will eat with my children. You're joining in?" tawar madam Desi.

Actually already looks lazy with the arrival of Miska in the house. Don't know why? What is clear is that a mother's instincts see that the waves Miska is not good and try to approach her son who has married. As a mother, Miss Desi did not want her child's household to fall apart just because of betrayal and infidelity.

With no hesitation Miska followed the steps of Miss Miska sitting in the dining room together with Genta and Fauzi. Mr. Fendy happens to still have business in the office so there's nothing in the house.

"Please let Miska taste her grilled fish!" genta said impressed to give attention.

"Eh, yes! Thanks Genta!" sahut Miska's.

"After eating and being full you better go home!" continued Fauzi who still shows dislike for the arrival of Miska.

"Eh???" Missa was surprised. It also feels like getting angry but there is a mistress of Desi and also Genta. He must show respect and courtesy to the Genta family.

"Dik! Don't be so dong! Misska came here and wanted to play with you! Cook that way with your friends!" genta protests. Miska who felt defended by Genta pretended not to feel good because of her sister and sister became disagree.

"Oh, yes Genta! You will bring grilled fish to Zian your wife! Why didn't you go to Zian's house?" said madam Desi.

"I hope after this there is good news from Zian. Zian is soon pregnant and pregnant with your child" said Miss Desi.

"Aamijin! But this is a check with the gynecologist not because Zian is late, ma! But make sure that Zian's uterus doesn't have any problems and all the reproductive tools are good. The obstetrician will provide a good solution for us so that we can get offspring as soon as possible" explained Genta.

"Yes, it doesn't matter! Mama hopes that after this you can immediately give mama a funny grandson. Oh yes, how about the weekend you will vacation at the top of the villa. Let's just say you're on your honeymoon. Maybe you need a new atmosphere for the process of making grandchildren for mama," said Miss Desi occasionally glanced at Miska. There was jealousy on Miska's face that only Missi understood the most.

"Hem, I will tell Zian first what not to do with the holiday weekend later" said Genta.

"Surely Zian will, bang! But remember, this is a vacation for just the two of you! Don't invite others" Fauzi said. Fauzi's eyes looked towards Miska. Now said Miska glaring sharply at Fauzi.

"Hem, sorry auntie! Excuse me for going home!" mishka suddenly. His chest held back the tightness and anger. Since then he has not been well received in the Genta family.

"Well, I'm in a hurry Miska! Your food is not finished yet!" sahut Genta stood up from his chair.

"It's okay bang! I'll go home first!?" said Miska and quickly snatched her bag.

Genta saw Fauzi and his mama taking turns. Both of them shrugged their shoulders.

"I'm also coming back!" genta.

"Eh, Genta! Wait up! Mama get Zian's fish ready first!?" mrs Desi held back Genta's steps as if to catch up with Miska. While Miska had walked quickly away from the house.

The sound of Miska's car rang out from inside the house. Fauzi and mama Desi pretend not to care. Genta, of course, realized that his mother and sister were also acting tough with Miska.

"This is grilled fish for your wife, Genta! And this is the steamed brownie you bought last night. Greetings to Zian! Remember, next weekend you have to go to the villa for the holidays," said Miss Desi.

"Yes, mama! Thanks!" sahut Genta kissed his son's right and left cheeks.

"Genta! Whatever happens, mama just wants a granddaughter from your wife Zian! You must not hurt and betray your wife! There are many temptations and trials as a husband out there. You must be strong and do not be easily tempted! Basically it is gratitude and the intention to be faithful that makes the household will last and last. In addition to respecting each other," said Miss Desi.

"Good, mama! I will always remember my mother's advice!" genta Sahut.

"Genta, son! You are a handsome man and have experienced a fall in building a business. Now I can get back up because of what? Because your wife supports you when you fall! So remember that! Zian is a good woman. Don't waste a woman like Zian, she's kind, obedient with her husband and not weird," said Miss Desi.

"Well, bang! Zian is my best friend! If you hurt Zian the same way you hurt me!?" continued Fauzi. The clapper spontaneously ruffled Fauzi's hair.