PURSUE CUSTOM IN-LAWS

Section 8

Today my parents called Mas Arga to come by the house. I myself do not know why all of a sudden my parents told Mas Arga to come home after work.

I had gone home from work first, after cleaning up at the rented house I rushed to my mother's house on foot without waiting for Mas Arga's return.

Not long ago I stuck to my mother's door chair like someone was knocking.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"That must be Mas Arga," my inner.

"Assalamualaikum," the voice of the greeting faintly sounded from outside.

Mother who was about to open the door immediately I forbade.

"No, ma'am, let Nadin open it."

Mom sat back in her chair. Sure enough when I opened the door my husband's lethargic face was visible.

"Getishalight." I answered while kissing the back of his hand.

I let Mas Arga in, my husband came in and greeted my mother.

"Where's father?" ask Mas Arga.

"In a moment I'll call ya first." Mom went inside to call dad and before long they went out together. Mas Arga immediately grabbed the hand of the father without further ado and immediately talked about the essence of why the father called us.

"Look Arga, you've been married for three months. Shouldn't your reception be held immediately? I'm worried that if Nadin gets pregnant then automatically your reception will be postponed again." Say it with a serious tone. I just fell silent, I lyrically my downcast husband getting lethargic.

Father and mother of mangosteen, they understand the problems faced by Mas Arga. Both my parents did not bother about the cost because the reception will be fully borne by the father. Father and mother have decided to stay waiting for approval between Mas Arga and his father. Mas Arga contacted his father-in-law so that his father and mother could speak directly to him.

After going through the negotiations they finally agreed that the wedding reception party would be held soon in my residence of course. I feel happy that finally Mas Arga will also open his mind to receive advice from the father.

"You'll just take care of it, so that the father who will find the day if you can will contact you." You look so happy.

"Okay sir, thank you." Mas Arga said with an awkward smile.

It was getting late and I decided to go back to my rented house. After saying goodbye, we went straight back to the contract. Arriving at the rented I dove freely into the bed, while Mas Arga went to the bathroom to clean up.

Mumpung Mas Arga was taking a bath, the crazy idea in my brain came back. I pulled out some weapons for me to use to fight tonight.

"Ahay," in my heart I laughed to myself.

Before long Mas Arga came out of the bathroom I immediately pushed Mas Arga's body until his back hit the wall. I grinned mischievously. Mas Arga just scrunched his forehead.

"You sick, Dek?" mas Arga's hand touched my forehead. I quickly shook off my husband's hand and placed it over my pelvis. A few minutes Mas Arga still did not budge.

"Daddy, I'm tired of taking a break." Arga tried to get away from me.

It's not that easy, Ferguso. I've been working hard to prepare all this. If it never gently mempan it seems to have to be in a rough way. I tried to grab my husband's lips but in vain. Arga rejected me completely.

Mas Arga left me alone who was still sculpting. After wearing the full outfit, Mas Arga picked up a pack of cigarettes and smoked them outside the courtyard.

I started to feel tight to my chest. Mas Arga prefers to spend his time with a cigarette rather than making out with me the wife he is legally married to. Arga wants me to ask you what is the meaning of our marriage? Even to this day I still do not know you.