Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Already Free to Paste Each Other

“Mama, I want puyang,” whine Umar and also Mauza to Vita.

“I'm juda, want puyang.”

Mauza was in front of the chest, while Umar was on the back. Forcing his mother to get up because they had been sitting for too long. While Rayyan himself was in the lap of his Papa, focused on listening to the tausiyah delivered by the Ustaz.

“What, the hell the storm continues to be unpleasant to look at the same person,” whispered Yudha to his wife.

“This is your son asking to go home. They get tired of sitting for too long. Anyway it's time for a nap.”

“Yes, already, we return to his house Alif,” said Yudha decided. They first say goodbye to the host including Dara who is currently chatting with her brothers.

“Umi want to go home?” Yudha asked because her general condition was not too good.

“In the meantime,” replied Umi Ros. “Umi still at home chatting with besan. Let Umi come home with Abah only.”

“Ok, we go home first yes, Mi.”

“Iya, Son ...”

“Loh, how to go home?” ask Dharma, (Pakde Dara) when he found Yudha and his children leaving the location.

“The children are fussy, sir,” replied Abah Haikal. “It looks like they're tired and sleepy. Understandably, last night traveled quite far.”

“Oalah, yes deserved,” Pakde Dharma responded. “But today's children are indeed far away yes, sir.”

“True Mr. Dharma,” Abah agreed with his words just now. “My son was the first to stay how many years in the pesantren, S1 in Yemen, also often went back and forth abroad for work. Jakarta is very broad. Many women live there. But know-how instead bring the wife home from a corner. Salak garden.”

Everyone in the room laughed at the story of Abah Haikal.

“This is second too,” Umi Ros said.

“Which fool anyone knows, yes, Um,” timpal Bu Ratna.

Abah said again, “But for us from anywhere it doesn't matter. Provided our son is happy.”

“Betul, Sir. Limitation problems can be sought, deficiency problems can be met. Whatever the presumption of the people—depends on how we respond. I think, too follow the affairs of the child; especially those related to his soul mate, also not too good. This has often happened around us, many examples,” like my own nephew, the inner Pakde Dharma continued. “I am also like Mr. Haikal, freeing my children to match anyone, as long as the seiman.”

When Pakde said so, Hilman who was also there, moved to ask his wife to push her wheelchair into the house. It is certain that he felt insinuated by the words of his brother.

“Omong-by the way, these kids we met where, Sir, Bu?” back Pakde asked.

“He said old friend,” replied Abah Haikal, “maybe lately they met again then close and feel fit.”

While the one being told itself was separating itself from the food bribes in the corner. Feeling hungry because since morning they have not swallowed any rice.

“This chicken is delicious, the fire is also. I liked. It must be Budeku's. If sold in Bistromu must be in demand. All the same choppy,” said Dara chuckled with her own words.

Alif commented immediately. “Bistro the French canteen. It's weird that there's a menu there. What is a lesehan stall?”

“Hehe, where know there are rich stray people want to buy a pecal, it could be,” said Dara did not want to lose. “We can call the pecal the Salad of Java. Because the menu is English, so we can sell it at a more expensive price. If it is usually in the traveling hustler Only eight thousand, we can sell eighty thousand.”

“That's even worse,” said Alif inexhaustible.

“Eh, but true, loh. English food is usually more expensive. For example, ice tea at your place. Imagine, your usual iced tea costs thirty thousand. And if I buy in warteg, thirty thousand iced tea I can get ten glasses. Try, what difference does it make? Same iced tea, right?” dara said at length.

Not satisfied until there, he again told me, “There is another thing that makes me wonder so that my eyes can not be separated from your menu book, the price of coffee. The name is black coffee, the price is forty thousand cups. If I buy it at Cuma—ya stalls, five thousand at most. What difference? Same with black coffee. Fried rice too. Fried rice in street vendors only fifteen thousand, but if you use English; fried rice can be up to fifty thousand one plate.”

And then Alif explained, “All the coffee I sell is original in get from the manufacturer, not buy sachetan in the shop. Some are deliberately formulated specifically by Barista for stomach acid sufferers so that it is more comfortable to consume. The place is luxurious and comfortable. The taxes, the employees I have to pay. People can hang out for hours there, some even almost stay overnight. Then if I peg the price of coffee five thousand, then how to set the budget turnover?”

“Iya I know. It just feels weird, Lif. So no wonder if tourists like to vacation to Indo, because cheap festive. Inversely proportional if we go out there.”

“Depending on which country,” Alif responded.

A few hours passed, and the show was finally over. Umi Ros and Abah have returned to Alif's house to rest for a while before later tonight back to Jakarta. They can't stay here too long, because they bring a lot of families who also have a lot of business.

Now that night has come, Alif and Dara head to the rental house to see them before returning home.

“You guys quickly followed, yes. Umi wait at home,” said Umi who is now in one car with Abah.

“Iya, we will go there soon,” replied Alif and Dara kissed Uminya's hand in turn.

“Om, Om! Come puyang!” take Umar and Mauza.

“Later Om go home with Onti D,” Vita answer the words of his children. “Start now call it Onti D, yes.”

“Onti ...,” call Mauza to wave his hand for reaching.

Dara poked Mauza's bloated cheeks while saying, “The promise is Onti's nephew. This too,” alternates with the other one, Umar. Not wanting to be considered favoritism, Dara headed to the other niece who was always attached to the body of her father, namely Rayyan, “Dadah Rayyan, diligently studied, yes. Let's be a smart kid.”

“Thank you Onti D,” the answer is very polite.

“Soleh son ..”

“Congratulations yes, Dar,” Vita smiles meaningfully. “Hopefully catch up quickly, like me,” while stroking his stomach.

“Izh, mamak-mamak this one. The fizz! Many children have a lot of sustenance, Mas?” the answer to Yudha.

But again the man replied, “Inadvertently it.”

“Inadvertently-inadvertently from Hong Kong,” Alif said that was then responded with his brother's hardness.

“Ok, we're home, yes. Happy honeymoon,” said Yudha pleaded.

“Because I came home, yes! Quickly catch us to a new home. Let's meet often,” said Vita half-screamed.

Alif clucking. “Meet yes, lumpy also yes.”

“Hahaaa guess it's our secret, Ta.”

“Women with women if they have met is definitely gossip.”

Vita and Dara were getting stifled.

“What is our job, Lif. We are tired mothers with a myriad of home affairs. If there are friends, use the opportunity to share so as not to be too bunek. Aren't you, Dar?”

Dara immediately replied, “True .. hence the age of women is longer than men. You see, women more often remove their strands than men who tend to prefer to harbor feelings.” Dara turned to the side, it turned out that there Alif was staring intently at him so that made Dara laugh. “Hahaaa, insinuated, Mas? Need fan? Here I blow-blown.”

"That's all you're talking about" Alif mumbled.

“Yuk we go, yuk!” take Yudha because the wheels of the car in front of him have started to shift little by little. “Go home yes, Lif, Ra. May happy always.”

“Aamiin, aamiin. Thankyou, Mas Yud,” Dara replied.

“Top together Onti, Nak,” said Vita to her children.

“Drug! Onti, Drugs!” all the little boys waved their hands. They still turned their heads before the car moved away and approached the gate.

Now there are both of them. They entered the house.

“I'm definitely being kicked out,” Jack said self-conscious. Their arrival made the existence of the man who was eating felt very threatened. And alif really threw him out.

“Room in Dara's house narrow. The bathroom is also outside,” Alif beckoned. “So you're the one who went.”

“Ya Lord ... I guessed before.” Jack opened his mouth wide to put a lot of popcorn in his mouth because he felt furious.

“You can stay in my office. But don't vape there.”

“Sorry yes, Jack,” said Dara while laughing.

“You ate a lot first! Let's face reality!” jack replied as he passed by. While coming out the man still sounded grumbling. “This is the family called sakinah, wagempur, wagaspol. Sakinah, warbat, wagaspol.”

They wait for Jack's noisy motorbike to move away before the two are free to poke each other.

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