SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 114

Nilam was heavily teased by his sister and sister-in-law, making a red hue endlessly adorn the girl's white cheeks. Moreover, his nephews were also so compact to complain, saying that Nilam no longer loved them completely, because the heart left those who cried asking to come along, when Nilam and Baskara say goodbye to the house of Ms Rahma.

"Sudaaah, do not continue to disturb your sister," said Mr. Indra, when he realized that Nilam was getting upset.

"Billa, you can not say Aunt Nilam does not love you, Aunt Nilam still considers you the most special. It's just that he also has business, so he was forced to leave you at home" explained the grandfather of three grandchildren.

"What business, Cake? A boyfriend?" the little girl's chirp made the others gape.

"Nabilla, how do you know that term?" ask the father, not like it. Surya's eyes frightened her daughter.

"Mmm, thatuu ...." Realizing her daughter was distressed, Citra immediately approached her, then touched Nabilla's shoulder.

"Billa know what a date is?" ask the gentle mother.

"Temenan trus dibonceng Bu, use a motor," said Nabilla plain.

"That's a doang?" ask again.

Nabilla nodded.

"Trus why else would people go out?" The mother of two wanted to know how far her little girl understood the words she said.

"Said my friends at school, at the same flower cake," said Nabilla again. His voice is still terrified. Every now and then he glanced at the father, who began to soften his gaze.

"That's it?" urge the mother again.

"Why again, Mom?" Nabilla asked back.

"Yes, I don't know, it's Nabilla herself who is talking about dating" Citra said again.

The chat of the mother and child became a spectacle in the middle room of Mr. Indra's house.

"That's how it looks," the girl muttered as she shrugged her shoulders.

Citra looked at her husband and said, "the horror itself right? Don't get angry immediately, don't make the child afraid of our same story." The woman spoke while re-occupying her previous seat. Surya could only smile awkwardly, upon hearing his wife's nagging.

The atmosphere that had been tense a moment ago, again melted by the fanfare of children who were playing.

"Mba, make a yuk puff." Suddenly Nilam sparked the idea to make a special food with complete Balinese spices.

"Lam, you're not craving anymore, are you?" Diana's suspicious gaze, made the others turn their attention towards the girl.

"Geez, mba! Don't be weird!" Nilam stared at the horror towards his older sister.

"Your own strange, suddenly disturbing," replied Diana.

"Yes would like to, mba. I haven't done it in a long time. Ask the father to make the spice, we buy the material. Wanna?"

Diana looked at the others in turn, asking for approval.

"Can too. All right, let my wife do not have to cook at home" said Surya smiling widely.

"Sir, you want to make the spice," Nilam pleaded with his father.

(this is a typical Balinese porridge, maybe someone wants a vacation to Bali, can try to find this one culinary)

"You go both yes, I take care of the children" Citra suggested to her two in-laws, and got a nod by the two brothers.

They then went to one of the stalls to buy vegetables and other complementary materials. While Citra is in charge of bathing children, and cleaning the living room where they play.

"Where is the Baskara family meeting?" Diana asked her sister.

Nilam shrugged, "Come on, mba."

"I don't know?" the woman asked not to understand.

"Wicked if I don't think they're sincere with me?"

"meaning?"

"Tari, ketus very much with me. In fact, the clothes I bought for him and his son, not looked at at all, mba. It's just down below."

"Then anyway? How is Aunt Rahma?"

"Aunt Rahma, I love you. He also said that my choice suits his taste. But yes it was, Utari as if deliberately make me have no face. When she got mad at her mother in front of me? She said Rahma's aunt was too much, like never buying clothes, she said."

I heard breathing from behind. Nilam who was riding his motorcycle turned to the rearview mirror, ensuring the look on the face of the brother.

According to mba, how?" ask Nilam at last.

"If mba anyway, as long as you are comfortable living, and do not consider their attitude to be disturbing, yes just live it. The most important thing is how Bas treats you" Diana said.

"He's really good, mba. I often feel bad about him. His attention was, I can't worry," Nilam's great-granddaughter was full of pride.

"Thank God. That's the main one. Indeed, his family is also important, but for what family affection if for example our partner does not love?"

"If I could, I'd like to take all of me, mba. All love me, same me,"

"Yes if you can. But if you don't? Should I choose one of them?" diana again.

"If you have to choose anyway, mending dearest partner, mba," said Nilam after a moment of silence.

They spent no more than an hour to go out to buy cooking ingredients, but enough for Nilam to pour out his heart with his older sister.

Upon arrival at home, they handed over groceries to Mr. Indra and Bu Sukma who were busy in the kitchen.

The two parents decided to cook together, letting their son and daughter-in-law clean themselves first.

After everything was done, the cuisine was already on the dining table, they were all preparing to enjoy dinner together. The atmosphere was full of laughter, warmth, albeit in simplicity.