Revenge of the Former

Simple Family

Mona is looking for a bustle after being left by Wira's parents, she remembers her shopping and plans to cook it. All the ingredients are available, Mona is busy alone in the kitchen, it does not feel like an hour has passed all the dishes are ready to be served on the table. But it was almost 10:00 Wira had not yet awakened, he remembered the words of Bu Diah to wake him. Mona heads upstairs to wake Wira, until Mona knocks on the door many times but there is no answer from inside. Forced Mona to go in to wake Wira, until inside the room it turns out that Wira is still missing.

All sorts of ways Mona had tried to wake her up, from calling her name to tugging at the hand of the Hero. But his kebo attitude was so ingrained that it made Mona defeated, finally he decided to let Wira and go out of the room. But when Mona woke up from the Wira's bed, precisely her hand was pulled by the man and fell on the body of the Hero.

Mona was the first woman to touch the chest of the field belonging to Wira, she fell into his arms and made the Wira more sound.

"Wira let go, what the hell are you"

yelled Mona while trying to escape from the arms of the Hero

"Wira wakes up, let go of me"

"Sttt, quiet Mon. Stay like this for five minutes, I want you here"

"But Wir"

"Stttt"

The atmosphere became silent, Mona who was in the arms of the Hero could only be silent while looking towards the door. The chest of the field was stuck right on Mona's small back, the temperature of the Wira's body even Mona could feel back then. Mona's heart was beating irregularly, how could she possibly resist the situation even as her heart wanted to refuse still her body wanted it.

For five minutes Mona was silent without a word, until Wira finally let go of the hug and got up from her bed. He went downstairs and picked up a towel to immediately go take a bath, while Mona still remained in her position while dumbfounded.

Until finally Wira returned to his room he still found Mona sitting on the edge of his bed while staring blankly.

"Mon, why are you still here?"

Many times Wira called him but Mona did not budge

"Mon..."

until finally Wira touched Mona's shoulder and made her realize

"Yes mas"

mona Reflek

"Mas...??? who's mas?"

ask the confused

"Emb, I mean Wira. What's up?"

"Oh, don't you want to go out?"

"Why indeed?"

"I want to change clothes, sure you want to stay inside?"

Mona refocused and looked at Wira who was standing in front of her just by wrapping a towel from her waist down.

"Ihhh what the hell are you Wir, you pervert basis"

mona shouted as she ran out of the room

"Why eh so I thought I was a pervert?"

shouted the unaccepted hero

Mona came down and hit her in the head, blaming herself for thinking too much of something disgusting in her brain.

Upon arriving below he immediately took a drink of water and sat down at the dinner table, Wira who came down from the top floor looked at Mona with laughter. He approached the girl while teasing her

"You why Mon? Must still be fascinated by me?"

"Oh anyway, you perverted basics"

"Why am I the pervert? who were you at the time, still in my room? I knew I was taking a shower and it was just a towel"

"Also you deliberately do that so you can show off your body right"

"Ngapain showing off? if you want it yourself"

"What shit"

"But you like it, right? especially when I was hugging you like you were enjoying it"

"Hiih has not been discussed again, all because you do not want to wake up"

mona said as she covered both her ears

"Other times if you want it I want Mon to show it for free"

The atmosphere in the kitchen became warm with the presence of the two of them, it was a while when Miss Diah and her husband came. Seeing the familiarity of his son and Mona makes them so happy, especially when Mona managed to persuade Wira to go home, it became a plus in the eyes of both parents Wira.

"What are you doing here?"

ask Miss Diah who surprised them

"Mama, where did you come from?"

"From the usual Monday group"

"Aunty has breakfast?"

"Here you are, why don't you eat? this is Mona cooking everything?"

"Oh yes aunty, would like to wait for the same aunt so be together but yasudah deh"

Suddenly Mr. Sam came into the kitchen like a cat smelling the scent of salted fish

"The aroma is like this vegetable, delicious this time. Masakin dong - ma"

mr. Sam said to his wife

"This is already in the same masakin as your son-in-law"

said Bu Diah while glancing towards Mona

"Well, it looks good. Mau dong ma please get it"

"Have you not had breakfast?"

"The smell of salted fish and vegetables is hungry again"

"Yes already, mama change clothes we used to eat breakfast together with Mona and Wira"

While waiting for Ms. Diah to change into Mona clothes preparing dishes and other cutlery, Sam's father who was impatiently waiting to glance at Wira who was busy playing his phone.

"Sut sut"

sam's code sir on the Hero

"What the hell is pa?"

"Look at your future wife, turns out pinter cook"

"Why would you agree with Mona and me to call her my future wife?"

"It depends"

"Depends on pa?"

"What the hell is this fussing about"

said Ms. Diah who went back to the kitchen

"This is loh ma, tadi mommy equally call Mona prospective daughter-in-law and my future wife. Does your mom agree that Mona and I are married?"

"You're your wedding you're thinking of, looking for a job there. Anyway, if Mona marries you, what do you want to feed her?"

said Ms. Diah

"But you don't want Mon to be equally wise if he doesn't have an established job"

added mr Sam

Mona just fell silent with a small smile, she felt that this was not her own decision

"Let's om, Auntie"

"Let's eat"

said Ms. Diah

"I want a lot of vegetables huh mah"

added mr Sam

The atmosphere was so peaceful, the little family enjoyed the food with a happy face. That simplicity makes the family of Mr. Sam and Bu Diah more favored by other families in the dormitory. In addition to harmony, Mr. Sam and Bu Diah never showed a glamorous way of life, although the rank of her husband can be proud and her salary can also be for socialite style, but it was never Bu Diah did.

Thanks to its simplicity, their families set an example for other families, even though they failed in educating children but at least Mr. Sam succeeded in educating his wife and building his household.