She's Wife In Dream

Nareznoy Baton

“Mother! Kaka, home!” the young man shouted from the main door.

 

The middle-aged man shook his head because his children always screamed when they came home.

 

“Wa'alaikummussalam!” replied the middle-aged, who was wearing a shar'i shirt.

 

“Sorry, Mother I forgot! Where's Ayi?” kafka asked, staring at the entire room.

 

“There in the kitchen!” Mother left her child.

 

Kafka decided to go to the kitchen to meet his older sister.

 

 

“Ayi-Ayi!” kafka shouted, as he entered the kitchen.

 

“Widih .. The skin is getting whiter! Must be in Russia consuming white bear meat huh?” Kafka chuckled at his own question.

“Back of your Mbah!” he answered while stirring the bread.

 

“Mbah me, yes Mbah you too! But, I think I want to tell Mbah to buy a bear. Create a collection, who knows Ayi! Fear of sleeping alone. Can be made a bedmate!” Kafka spoke, while opening the freezer.

 

“Basic kid seyton!”

 

“Mother! Said Ayi, Mother seyton! Curse Ayi, so togel, Bun!” Kafka shouted to complain that Mother, they heard.

 

“Basic! Namebutase, likes to complain!”

 

“Halah, don't blame your sister, the handsome dong! Blame them, why are they following your sister!”

“Hey ..Silver sister, new meet already fighting!” Brother just entered the kitchen, holding his second child. Who is nine months old.

 

The brother and sister fell silent, as Abang reprimanded.

 

“Ayi, what will you do?” Brother looked at his sister's hand, which was dirty from the flour dough.

“Nareznoy baton!”

 

“Halah, just say wheat bread! Wear say concrete baresnoy!” Kafka pissed off her sister.

 

“Assalammuala'ikum! Az-zahra, Time! Home!” That voice, made the three people who were in the kitchen come out.

 

“AZAHRA! THE MASNYA! Home!” The three people were talking compactly on the side of the kitchen door.

 

The middle-aged man gulped his saliva because of his children. While Mother, hold back her laughter.

“That is, Mother! Papa, home!” sky changed his nickname for his wife.

 

Welcome to the family of Heaven and Light. The couple had two children, Arsy and Kafka. Both of his children have a difference of approximately ten years.

 

“Papa! Ayi kangen, so much my hero!” Arsy runs to embrace Papa, beloved. Papa Langit happily returned the hug of his beloved son.

 

“Sama, Papa too! Arrive to Jakarta, what time is it?” he asked, stroking his son's hair.

 

“Siang, tenth hour.”Arsy seemed reluctant to take off the hug.

“Bang, know not? Why didn't I existaited when I heard Ayi, go home?” whispered slowly.

 

Gibril frowned because of his sister.

 

“What?”

 

“The youngest child lost, with the middle child. If it's a matter of affection! Papa, love Ayi more, than us!”

 

Gibril shook his head slowly, because of Kafka's words.

“Papa! Youngest child jealous, with your closeness!”

 

Papa Sky, smile. When he heard the words of his adopted son.

 

... ***...

Adzan magrib reverberated, the family prayed together at the mosque in the house. They were gathered in the family room, and there was his wife, Gibril.

 

“Pa, this is Ayi making wheat bread for Papa!” Arsy put the bread on the table.

 

“Thank you, Son!” he put the newspaper on the sofa.

 

“Ayi, tomorrow start teaching right?” ask Sister Vi.

 

“Iya, Sister Vi!”

“English Language?” ask again.

“No, Brother! Because at Kaka school, there are already two English Teachers. So I'm going to teach maple PAI.”

 

“Well, didn't you major in English Literature while in Russia?” asked Brother Vi, who had been his wife for three years.

 

 

“Before going to Russia, Ayi studied in Malaysia two years, she got her S1 degree. After that he immediately took Literature in Russia!” Mother of Light, tell her daughter-in-law.

 

The living room was rattled when Gibril and his wife sang the song.

Plus Arsy who asked for Papa's carrier.

“It's been missed, Yi! Sleeping in Papa's sling?” mother asked, holding her little son Gibril.

 

“New one month ago. Papa to Russia, look at Ayi! Cook it in gendong.” Kafka sitting on the couch.

 

“Origin only, base name saberbutase!” Arsy answered the babbling of his sister, while in the sling of the Papa.

 

The Mother of Light only shook her head because her two children were always fighting.

 

Kafka smiled at Papa's cell phone, which was lying on the sofa. The young man opened the WhatsApp application, then mevidio his older sister who carried her Papa. Seraya says. “Don't be exemplified, this is a child dur-ha-ka. His father is old, still asking for a sling. Ayi, where's the face?” kafka asked, pointing the camera at his sister's face. Arsy immediately hid his face, Papa's shoulder.

... ***...

On the other hand, the man was gathering with his son. They were drinking coffee together. Occasional Harjunot, smoking cigarettes. Then he pulled cigarette smoke out of his nose. His hand opened the Whatsapp application, it was clear that someone was updating the status. Shifted the phone screen.All chats become status. Harjunot seems surprised, because the new update is not a person who usually creates status.

“Newly this time, I saw Dirut make a story'!” he muttered slowly, while putting his cigarette in the ashtray.

 

The curious Harjunot, he decided to look at that status. His eyes were wide when he saw the video. A woman, with her hair tied high. Being carried by a middle-aged man. Harjunot increased the volume of his phone, in order to hear the voice clearly.

“Don't be exemplified, this is a child dur-ha-ka. His father is old, still asking for a sling. Ayi, where's the face?” The voice is a little unclear, because in the video there is also singing. And a crying child. Making the master bring his cell phone to his ear.

“Mas Arjunot, horrified what? How did it get to?” ask Mr. Agus who is sitting across from Harjunot.

 

Harjunot kept the phone away from his ear. Then look at his men.

 

“Ah ...it's okay!” he answered, then saw the status return. Harjunot read the caption below it reads. “Have returned to our home. Our son, Arsy Latthif, lost his brain on his way home from Russia to Indonesia. Please everyone who sees this status. Can transfer his prayers so that his brain works again. So, receive salary!”

 

Harjunot who read that status, he could deduce. If the one who makes the status is not his superior. Except for his superior son. Harjunot turned his phone around, to see the face of the woman in the video. Harjunot turned to the left, but the woman's face was invisible! To the right especially. Looks like Harjunot, wants to know the woman's face.

But the video only shows the woman's ears.

 

“Arjunot Brother! How a hell, if you see the women in the video!” said Harjunot's men sitting next to Harjunot.

 

Harjunot glanced at the young man, saying. “No!”

 

“Not what? Obviously, Arjunot from earlier was looking at cell phones! What's his name Kak?”

 

“Arsy Latthif!”

“Tuh right, just read already remember!” god because of Pandy kepo. The young man decided to shake his body. Head towards Harjunot to see what his foreman really sees.

“Basic stalker!” he said, standing and stroking Pandy's shoulder. Then left his men, who still drank coffee accompanied by fried.

 

Titin who saw that, he wanted to ask why Harjunot was in such a hurry. But it was reduced, because of the voice of Pandy who shouted at Harjunot.

“Pepet keep KAK, do not give way to others, to overtake!”

Titin who heard Pandy's words, he smiled while keeping his hair to his ears.

...***...

I've seen Kang Mas again!