
It turned out that everything was not as simple as Gantari thought. He didn't miss Nevan, but he was in a frenzy because he hadn't seen Nevan all day.
Gantari reached for her phone to contact her husband, but he interrupted. Fascinating, dong.
"Pure Bi wants to go home?" greet Gantari as her housekeeper passed by after checking the entire door as usual.
Yes, Bi Murni did not sleep there, although Nevan had already provided a room for him. Usually he will come and go home to pick up the child, but at certain times he sometimes stay too.
"Tonight Aunt sleeps here. Nemenin Mbak Gantari," he replied calmly, then walked closer to Gantari who was sitting in front of the television. Then, sit there.
The middle-aged woman immediately added when she saw the confused look on Gantari's face. "So Mas Nevan called."
"Loh, he said he went home," said Gantari quickly who seasoned the slight scent of protest there.
"Home home, Ma'am, but it's a real malem. He said, at two."
"That's morning, not night" said Gantari with a frown.
Bi Pure chuckled. "Don't pout much. His son will follow, you know."
Gantari twisted her body enthusiastically facing Bi Pure. "What's the truth, Bi?"
"Yes, if you want to have cheerful children, the mother must be cheerful as well" explained Bi Murni patiently.
Gantari nodded in understanding. He thought about his attitude that always made Nevan go wrong. Of course Gantari did not want his son to be a child who was a dissident to Nevan.
"Auntie was pregnant with first child at what age?"
"Med 16 years," replied Bi Murni kalem.
Gantari glared in shock. At that age he is still in High School and is in the spirit of doing many school tasks. However, then Gantari nodded in understanding. It is fitting that Bi Murni already has a teenage grandchild.
"I'm ... scared, Bi," I'm Gantari at last.
"Fear what?"
"Fear can't keep him. Fear of not being a good mother to her" replied Gantari with her head bowed. Tucked a bitter tone there.
"But Allah believes the same Ma'am Gantari. Is that not enough?"
The deg!
Gantari. Pure Bi's speech actually slapped him. Bi Murni's wrinkled hands stretched out, then gently rubbed Gantari's head. "Newly married, immediately given the trust. It's to be grateful, Ma'am."
"God knows best and this must be the best for Mbak Gantari and Mas Nevan."
Gantari's shoulder shook. He began to sob in tears, until Bi Pure pulled him into an embrace.
"Remain, let Allah rule the rest."
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Sometimes we need to talk to understand. Sometimes we need to listen to understand. Like Gantari who felt much better after talking to Bi Murni.
Gantari slept very quietly and soundly, although Nevan had not yet returned when she closed her eyes.
"Wake, baby. It's noon."
Gantari forcibly opened her eyelids quickly and immediately found Nevan smiling warmly at her. The man was resting his head with one hand and the other he used to stroke Gantari's hair.
"When do you come home?" gantari asked hoarsely, then tilted her body to face Nevan.
"So it was 4."
"Every night, said Bi Murni coming home at two," said Gantari.
Nevan's eyebrows are linked. However, his hand still stroked the wife's hair. "Why should Pure Bi say? Why not ask me directly?"
"Fear you're busy."
Nevan sneered, then pinched Gantari's gnarled nose. "Udah mad?"
Gantari nodded her head a few times, then slid into Nevan's arms. He leaned his head against the husband's chest.
"Sorry, yes, dear. I'm sorry I've done so much."
Nevan's chest expanded, then deflated again as a result of her deep breath. However, Gantari then grabbed him with both arms. "The one who bleeds, but the funny thing is I love."
Gantari giggled for a moment, then raised her head to see Nevan's face. "Today we go to the doctor, yes."
Nevan's face turned alert. "You sick?"
Gantari smiled, then shook her head. "You check on our son."