PURSUE CUSTOM IN-LAWS

Section 17

We have arrived in Semarang, I changed the course of the trip, decided to take a vacation to Semarang while visiting my father-in-law there. Mas Arga is very enthusiastic, I know he hasn't spent a long time with his father. The car that Mas Arga was carrying was parked on a very large courtyard.

"Sir, father. That's who's coming." Stepmother Mas Arga cried out in shock at our sudden arrival. Mas Arga's stepmother welcomed my arrival with a warm embrace. It was so warm that I felt like I was being treated like a child. The attitude of stepmother Mas Arga is very different from her birth mother. Let alone welcoming my arrival with a hug, even when I kiss her hand she will immediately wash her hands back especially if I hug? Maybe he'll take a seven-piece flower bath. That was the attitude of birth mother Mas Arga who looked disgusted to me.

"How are you?" Arga hugged his father tightly. The smell of longing is very thick. My husband misses his father a lot.

"Well son, why don't you call Dad? your mother can clean the upstairs room for you first." We just throw each other smiles. Mas Arga begins to recount a sudden change of journey. Surely we will go to Bandung, but I stopped going there because there are other reasons that I think.

While Mas Arga was chatting with his father-in-law, I went with stepmother Mas Arga to prepare a fresh drink in the kitchen. Mas Arga's stepmother was very open, I became not hesitant in doing whatever I wanted to do.

"It's dad, Mas Arga drinks it." I put two glasses of warm drink on the table. After that I decided to help my mother-in-law who was cleaning the upper room for me and Mas Arga to rest. My mother and I shared the task. I cleaned the mattress and changed the sheets while Mom swept the floor. The room was clean and tidy the mother-in-law came down to tell Mas Arga her room was ready to be inhabited.

"Thank you mother." Mas Arga looks pretty close to his stepmother. I'm getting curious how can Mas Arga not hate or feel at all against a stepmother. If the image of a stepmother is fierce and torturous this time I disagree. Because everything is inversely proportional to what my husband is experiencing. There is a lot I don't know about Mas Arga. Sooner or later he will tell me everything.

"Mas," call me. Mas Arga was laying down his body and had closed his eyes. He only answered with a word hmm like lazy to respond to a call from me.

"Mas, don't you want to?" I asked my husband who closed his eyes.

"Want what?"

"Want anu, Mas. Never mind, let's go to sleep." I stopped continuing my words. It seems that Mas Arga is still not sensitive to my wishes. Arga did not close his eyes. Now he's changed his sleeping position and moved on top of my body.

"You mean want this?" Arga pointed to one part of my body. I just smiled embarrassedly. Mas Arga slightly pressed his body against me and whispered softly in the ear.

"I'm going to start tonight" he said and switched to kissing my lips. We let each other loose the link of lips that had fused together. I nodded the sign ready to start everything. Arga started playing his game.