The Cottage of In-Law Tak Indah

Beautiful When Fighting Together

A few days later, the city of Bandung was raining. Even since the morning rain has fallen, it makes the atmosphere in the city of Kembang it becomes even colder. Until we go to the office, it's raining.

"Well, it's raining early in the morning, Mas .. I like the rain anyway, but not in the morning," Giselle complained to her husband.

"Well, how else, baby. It may be rainy season" Gibran said.

However, Giselle quickly shook her head. For him, it was just the dry season. However, it has been three days of rain falling very heavily and the duration is longer.

"If heavy rain like this, lazy to work, Mas. I just want it at home. Unfortunately, it's still a workday" replied Giselle.

Yes, Giselle herself felt that when it rained like this it felt so mager. Makes her reluctant to leave the house. The atmosphere is perfect for pulling a blanket only, and coiling under a warm blanket. But still a working day. So, inevitably have to go to the office.

"How are you truanting?" ask Gibran now with his wife's arms around.

Giselle chuckled slowly, but a moment later she shook her head. It also feels bad if you have to leave just because of the rain. It's Friday, tomorrow it's the weekend off.

"Died in today, Mom. Tomorrow starts Saturday and Sunday. Cook should skip because of the rain. You used to be in school, you like to skip school when it rains?" ask Giselle now to her husband.

"No, Honey. Precisely in the past when SD and Junior High School I was still riding a paddle bike. When I go home from school and it rains, I'm happy. Could rain. Sometimes the bag is left at school. Fun while fooling around with friends," Gibran's story reminisces about his old school days.

Indeed, Gibran school SD and Junior High School still riding a paddle bike. In fact, when it rains it becomes an opportunity for children to play. It was so fun, hopefully playing, raining and screaming. Those childhood memories Gibran will always remember.

"I've never had such memories. I always go to school with the driver. In fact, I can ride a bike that's a bit big already" Giselle told me.

It was all Giselle's rich background, so the school was always delivered by Wardhana family drivers. Rain is not an obstacle, because they are in the car and certainly will not be rained. So, the wet-wet experience Giselle never had.

"Different story, dear. No matter how different our childhoods are, it's just that we're united by love" Gibran said.

Giselle smiled, agreeing with what her husband had just said. Everyone has a different childhood. When they grow up, they are united by love. Like Giselle and Gibran today. Different social strata, in fact, can unite the two.

"The rains are good eating meatballs" Gibran said.

However, Giselle immediately covered her mouth and nose with her palm. Just hearing the word Bakso it feels so eneg. Finally, Giselle spoke to her husband.

"Mas Gibran, if you want to eat meatballs you can, just don't whip me first. Dizziness, Mas," he lamented.

"Handling, dear .. I also already know, if you eat a taxi must be alone and also immediately take a shower once you get home. Later it could be, even when the baby is big, he even likes Meatballs, Yang," said Gibran with a little laugh.

"I don't know either, Mom. She was not pregnant, usually. Eat yes eat. Now it's even like a gini. I myself also feel strange," replied Giselle.

After that, Giselle nodded her head. "Mas, go to work? Come on, it's late. You still have to take me to the office" replied Giselle.

"Yes, he actually wants to skip. When else, the truancy continues to enjoy the warmth with his own wife" Gibran replied.

"Night, Mas. Tomorrow is also a holiday" Giselle replied.

"Safe, Honey .. anytime is also fine. Yes already, yuk .. I wear shoes first while the engine manasin his car first," reply Gibran.

Finally, Gibran came out of his room. He put on his shoes first and then started to heat up the car engine first. While Giselle tidied her hair, and wore perfume on her body. In addition, Giselle took the initiative to bring a jacket, just in case it gets cold in the office later.

"Are you ready?" gibran asked his wife.

"Already, Mas ... I went out and checked everything first," replied Giselle.

Giselle always used to check the house before leaving. Starting from water faucets, electricity, or even gas stoves. Watching yourself is better. After everything was safe, Giselle left the house and locked the door. After that, she followed her husband.

"Already, Mas. Go ahead, before it's too late. Hopefully it doesn't get stuck. Usually the rain is stuck" said Giselle.

"Yes, yuk ... failed to skip, even though the intention was to skip with you. It turns out that you are a diligent student first," Gibran replied with a laugh of his own as he shook his head.

On one hand, Giselle chose to smile. The direction of his gaze stared at the car glass, looking at the rain that fell so rapidly. The woman then rubbed her own arm.

"Tumben is this hard. In Jakarta usually, if it rains this hard some parts of the streets have been flooded, potentially flooding," he said.

"Papa's neighborhood is flooded, honey?" ask Gibran.

"No, Mas. Only if you want to go out is it still there are some flooded roads. If it's safe at home," he replied.

Gibran nodded his head. "If the house of Ma'am Naya and Mas Bhishma?" ask Gibran now.

"It looks safe too, Mom. The original Mbak Naya's house has become a clinic where the practice of Mas Bisma, Mas. The pharmacy also has its own Mas Bisma. While the house they occupied was from Mas Bisma to Mbak Naya. Sweet yeah," Giselle's story.

Gibran smiled, "I also gave you a home, even though it's still 15 years old, honey," he replied.

"No problem, Mom. Households are a different story. It's beautiful, fighting together. The proof of that house is a blessing too, Mas. It had only been a few months there, and there was already a baby here," Giselle replied with a swab of her stomach.

Now Gibran nodded his head. Strongly agree with what Giselle is saying now that it is beautiful when husband and wife are willing to fight together. In the struggle, there is love and hope that will continue to bloom every day.