Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

35. Habibie's Suspicion

"Mas Abie!" call Kiara when her husband just came home from the mosque.

"Why? You need anything?"

Kiara shook her head then nodded. "Ummi same Gibran wants to come here. He said play, how?"

Habibie shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently. "Leave it! What if they want to come here?"

"Gibran said he wanted to see his sister's wife!"

Kiara intentionally said that with her eyes looking at her husband. Kiara just wanted to know, how did her husband respond to this. A few minutes ago, Kiara had already asked Bi Arum this. One sentence that was thrown from Bi Arum's mouth made him very curious.

"Owwla ... is it possible, Mr. Habibie suddenly good with Madam because there is Den Gibran huh?"

But it doesn't seem right. Habibie looks ordinary. It was stupid. Kiara doesn't care. What matters now, Kiara will meet with Ummi Amelia. He hadn't hugged the girl for a long time. Kiara misses her mother-in-law very much.

"Where are you going?" ask Habibie ketus. It was clear that Kiara was still in a lot of pain, but the woman was trying to get out of bed.

"Well, I'll see Ummi. Wh why? Can't you?"

Habibie exhaled a rough breath. The man did not allow Kiara to meet her mother. But yes if Gibran comes here, yes Kiara wants to come out with inappropriate clothes like that.

"Wear this!" habibie's decree gave the outer to his wife.

Kiara snorted, but she still grabbed it and wore it ogah-ogahan.

"I help you down" Habibie said.

"No need. I'm not a decrepit, Mas!"

Again Habibie received an unexpected snapshot from his wife. The man wanted to protest but it was impossible to be hounded. Ali said, women who come that month the mood goes up and down, sometimes flying indeterminate direction, Habibie must be patient. Although he was a little annoyed, but that was already his destiny, huh. Think of it that way.

Downstairs, Kiara kept glancing at the clock on her phone. It had been almost an hour after Gibran said he and Umm Amelia would be coming, but it seemed like they were still not there.

"Eat first, Kiara. This afternoon you ate nothing!"

Habibie sat down on the sofa that was on his wife's side.

Instead of answering, Kiara laid her body on the sofa. The woman looked at Habibie with her eyes pinched. "I want to eat if Ummi is here!"

"Kiraaa!" furious Habibie.

"Kiara, Kiara, Kiara!" The woman repeated what Habibie said. "Don't force me, I'm not your puppet, Mas. Bad talk, good rambling, tomorrow like Mr. Dugong. Now act like an angel!"

"Kiara, you-----

"That's a fact Mas Abie! Don't digress. Just accept what Kiara said with a light heart!"

Just now Habibie was about to speak, but the man could not continue because two people from the direction of the door had already come.

"Assynnya!"

"Wa'alaikumssalam!" kiara and Habibie. The woman lying down stood up. He turned around, ran and hugged Ummi Amelia tightly.

"What's up, Kiara? Same with Ummi?"

Kiara nodded with teary eyes.

"Why Ummi never played here, Ummi. Kiara thought Ummi had forgotten about Kiara. This must be because Gibran brought a new son-in-law to Ummi, huh? Why Ummi? Ummi's new daughter-in-law is better than Kiara? .. but Kiara is definitely more beautiful lha Ummi, don't throw Kiara away. Kiara doesn't want Ummi." The woman continued to babble regardless of Habibie and Gibran's whereabouts. For him, whatever he already had, he had to be well secured. Except Habibie. That man is too hard to conquer.

Gibran who was behind Ummi Amelia just smiled. The man looked down, since when did Ummi Amelia have such a spoiled daughter-in-law like this, he thought. Indeed, Umminya also did not have a daughter, so it was only natural that Ummi was very attentive towards Kiara, moreover Kiara still looked like a child, the woman was probably an SD child hiding behind an adult's body.

"I never said that my son-in-law was Ummi, brother. Gibran is still single" he said with a slight oddity.

"Why does Ummi rarely come here?"

Kiara looked up, Ummi Amelia cupped Kiara's face, wiping the tears flowing down her daughter-in-law's cheeks very gently.

"Ummi again there are some things to take care of. Ummi was coming here tomorrow morning but Gibran said you were sick, so Ummi asked Gibran to come straight here. Have you eaten yet?"

Kiara shook her head still as unwillingly. The woman hugged Ummi Amelia again, she really did not want to be separated from her in-laws.

"Please put the food on the table, Gibran!"

"Yes, Ummi!"

After laying it down, Gibran walked towards the place where Habibie was. The man was more and more of a sour face, but Gibran felt that he had done nothing wrong. Is this guy jealous? But it's not possible. Habibie was clearly still alive in the shadow of his first wife.

"Why, Brother?" ask Gibran.

"What?" ketus Habibie's.

"Yeyyy. Gibran only checks sound," joked Gibran because he did not want to be too serious. "But Brother. Sister's wife is funny, rarely there are helpers who can be this familiar as in-laws. Kiara is a special woman. Gibran also wants to have a wife like Kiara!" The man spoke as he glanced towards Kiara and Ummi Amelia. The woman accepted bribes after mouthfuls with a smile on her lips. It is very clear that Kiara is grateful for what she generally gives.

"You just don't know how to trouble your brother-in-law, Gibran." Habibie is still as cranky as ever. Though, ever since, she kept glancing at Kiara with her eyes tails. Make sure that the woman is okay.

"Gibran doesn't matter, brother!" when it made Habibie frown, he who had been struggling with his laptop now began to sit seriously staring at Gibran.

"Everything is a plus minus, sister. The creation of God is not perfect, therefore, we who are married have a duty to perfect each other. Sorry before, brother. Kiara's sister may not be a shalehah girl and Habibie's sister. But believe! There are so many people who are willing to queue up to get Kak Kiara if they do not know that Kak Kiara is married."

"What do you mean, Gibran?" Habibie looked at Gibran with a sharp look. The man looked at every movement of Gibran even to the motion of his sister's eyes was not separated from the observation. "Don't tell me you're one of them!"