
Ms. Rahma asked Nilam to return to her home for lunch, only then was she allowed to go home to her parents.
Nilam certainly could not refuse the request of his future father-in-law, he could only nod obediently.
And finally here they are. Sitting with potluck food in the living room, because the mother of three children did not cook a special menu to welcome the arrival of Nilam.
"I'm sorry Lam, I just cooked this this this morning. You do not say you want to come, so I'm not ready for you," said the woman was friendly.
"It's okay, Bik. This is enough," Nilam said with a genuine smile.
The bus, looking at the interaction of his mother and his future wife, smiled happily. He hopes they both get along forever and love each other.
In addition to the four of them who were sitting around on mats, in the living room there was also Satria, Bas's younger brother who had just arrived. He also joined in to enjoy the late lunch.
Nilam enjoyed his food in silence. Although she has often met, but she still feels awkward being in the middle of the family of her future husband.
While Bas and Satria were cool to talk about work and continued to the problem of occupancy that Bas just woke up.
"Lam, add the rice again, son," said Bu Rahma when she realized the portion of Nilam eating very little. The girl's plate was already clean, while the others were still enjoying her meal.
All eyes were on Nilam. The girl just smiled shyly.
"Udah full, Bik, had already had time to eat because," said Nilam, a little glance at Bas hoping the man would help him.
"Mom's food is not good? Why don't you like it?" ask Rahma again.
"Kok son, Bik, I'm the one who's full. I eat here again sometime. Later I finish the aunt's cooking," Nilam said with a slight chuckle.
"Yes ma'am, we ate just now on the road" said Bas at last. Feeling sorry for Nilam being urged by his mother.
"If you don't want to, don't force it, ma'am. Bizarrely. He's been big times!" Utari also spoke but with the sentence.
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly changed. Nilam felt bad to hear Utari's words. While Bas and Satria hardened their jaws, they stared intently at their youngest brother.
The appetite for the bus is gone. He put the plate.
"Why wasn't the rice spent?" ask Ms. Rahma.
"Udah is full, Ma'am," said Bas.
He bailed out on Nilam, to smoke on the front porch. Nilam just nodded.
"Mba, don't take it for heart he said Utari," said Satria, after Bas came out.
"No pa-pa, Sat," Nilam said.
"Why am I? Am I wrong? Anyway, I'm talking about the fact, he's a big boy. Should the meal be handled?" Utari did not accept Satria's words.
"She should be able to appreciate mom, mom. I was eating, taking a little. Let what try? Is my mother not offended? The effect is rich the food you make is not good."
"Dance!" Satria was feeling bad. Instead of apologizing, his sister became more and more. Talk as you please.
"Already! What the hell are you guys fussing about? Habits of fighting in front of food! When it's over, let me take everything." Ms. Rahma stopped the children's debate. The woman immediately got up and brought the rice-warming place she took out, back into the kitchen. Nilam did not stay silent, he helped bring the rest of the side dishes they ate. Behind him, Utari carried a dirty plate and an empty water pitcher.
"Enak is mba Nilam. Not married yet all have been prepared the same mas Bas. Made a house, designed, the wealth all want to be followed," Utari said when they were in the kitchen.
"Not fighting from zero is the same husband. You will feel good later," he continued. He looked at Nilam cynically.
Nilam was about to answer, but from the direction of the door sounded a speech that silenced Utari's mouth.
"So it should be a man, if you want a girl. Must be self-assured, because mba Nilam is not an easy girl. Mas Bas must have thought, until he fought as hard as this, surely because his future wife deserves to get the best. You alone? Why can your husband still be so relaxed letting his son and wife stay with his in-laws? Where is his responsibility as a man?" Satria said so spicyly, raining down on the hearts of every one who heard it.
Patch up to flushed his ears hearing that sentence. How are the Utari being targeted by her sister?