Sharing Love: Sunset With Love
Ratih
### The previous chapter …
“Later in the afternoon we return to Papa's house. Hmmm, Brother Ratih came home,” continued Arfan after the woman beside him just kept quiet.
“Kak Train?” asked Arini with her very happy face.
“Iya, ki ..”
Without waiting for an answer other than the word yes from Arfan, the woman immediately ran to the stairs,” Depart now only, Mas”
Arfan smiled amusedly at Arini who was about to meet her older sister. “Hah, I hope Mama doesn't tell me about my second marriage. Finish me”
“Mas, hunting change clothes,” Arini's scream on his doorstep managed to make Arfan surprised.
“Iya”
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In the car, there was only the sound of the radio broadcaster. Since the car was started, Arini was silent and immediately turned her face towards the outside. I don't know what the woman was thinking.
“Hmmm, want to stop by the supermarket?” asked Arfan when he had to stop the car because of the red light.
“Make what?”
“A hand?”
“Although in hand there is fruit now?”
“Arin”
“What?”
“You don't know what a hand means?”
With her face looking puzzled, Arini shook her head repeatedly.
“Funny,” said Arfan in his heart with a smile. He removed the brake controls on his leg. The car is running again.
“By-by, for example fruit or cake gitu”
“Oh. Hmmm, bentar.” Arini looked forward like she was looking for something.
She kept looking to the right, left, front and back. Perhaps what he was looking for had passed. “STOP”
Arini's sudden shout made the man who was holding the wheel of the car immediately step on the brake suddenly. “ARIN,” accidentally Arfan snapped at his first wife.
“Ma-sorry,” great-grandson Arini while lowering her head.
“Huft, gapapa. Fortunately, the streets are empty. What's up?” asked Arfan in a soft voice. He doesn't want to yell at his wife and best friend, anymore.
“I-it's a-there to-ko ku-cake delicious,” said Arini stammeringly.
Arfan looked to his wife's side. There is a very famous cake shop in town. “We buy cake in situ”
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Arriving at Papa Anggara's house, Arini is silent even since they went to the cake shop and Arfan who chose the cake. The man knew his wife was still angry or afraid of him. “Sorry,” said Arfan as they both walked into the house.
“Hm”
“Arin,” call the man while pulling slowly on his wife's wrist. “Smiling”
“Extreme smile,” Arini took off her husband's grasp and walked first into her in-laws' house.
“Kok getting cute anyway,” said Arfan while running after his wife.
“Assalamualaikum”
“Calam,” is not an adult who answers greetings from Arfan and Arini. “TATAK ANTIK,” the shout made Arini surprised while stopping his footsteps.
“Yeah, you're big anyway, sweetie.” Arini kissed a handsome boy with jet black hair.
“That's becal?,” asked the little boy while tilting his head slightly.
“Yes, you're getting fat anyway,” Arfan's turn to kiss his 3-year-old nephew.
“That ndak ndut .. hiks ... hiks .. atu anteng”
The sound of a child crying loudly managed to make the previously quiet living room crowded because the child's parents came.
“The habit of de godain anak sibling continues, make your own there,” Kak Ratih's orders that directly take over the son in his carrier, “Cup cup cup, Mimi's handsome son. Om evil yes.” Brother Ratih rubbed his son's stye cheeks from crying.
“You are yes,” says Hans, Kak Ratih's husband.
“Alhamdulillah healthy, you guys are really evil the same brother. You guys didn't invite Sister”
“Kak Ratih is abroad, coincidentally fitting event there blizzard. Gapapa, Kak”
Arini tightly embraced her husband's older sister, who was already considered her own sister.
“Yes too yes. Oh yeah, good luck with your marriage that you were once friends with, Arin, Dek.” Ratih's sister returned his brother-in-law's embrace.
“Dek? Me? Brother, I'm married. Change the dong of the call,” said Arfan with his spoiled tone.
“ Never will be. For Brother, you remain the most adek brother dear. Here hug”
Arfan hugged his sister. At least at this time, her brother still did not know about his second marriage. “Hopefully, big brother still loves me,” he said inwardly.
“Yuk to the back garden, we again make sate.” Hans takes them to the back garden while holding his son, James.
They're all headed for the back garden. There, Papa Anggara and Mama Rina were sitting relaxed on a chair while looking at the light of dusk, sunset.
“Assalamualaikum, Pa, Ma”
Arini greeted her father and mother-in-law in turn.
“Waalaikumsalam”
“Pa, Ma”
“Tuman, ga greetings first,” said Mama Rina when extending her right hand to her son.
“Can already was”
“When?”
“Arini's line of greetings right?”
The fatal pinch on Arfan's burly arm managed to make him grimace in pain, “Aw, sick. Doyan really torture anak”
“More severe you,” Papa Anggra said.
“What Papa means?”
“You forgot or pretended to forget huh?”
Arfan began to understand the meaning of his papa. Apparently, his parents still did not accept his second marriage.
“What's up, Pa?,” asked Ratih Kak when he saw the face of the father who looked to hold anger against his sister.
“Just ask yourself with your sister it”
Papa Anggra immediately got up from his sitting position and walked towards the meat roasting.
“Ma?” Ratih urged her mother to answer questions her father had not answered.
The mood became quiet. Only James's babble made everyone smile amusedly.
“Pi, atu au tu,” point James on beef that is still red and looks fresh.
“Dimasak first yes meat”
Without Arini noticing, the woman stroked her flat stomach. “How to talk James like Jef huh, Mas?” ask the man sitting right next to her.
“Iya”
“Mas?”
“Hem?”
“Ka-you ben-bentar .. la-lagai ... pu-punya a-child right?”
Arini's question managed to make everyone there stare at him and Arfan, taking turns.
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