The Honeymoon

15. Visited

Yanti POV's.

I sat next to the man who is now my husband, Mas Reza.

"I'm sitting where I am" I asked Mas Reza.

This was the first time we had a formal appearance together in the family.

"There are you, if you sit behind, people will think I'm a driver...

That's what you want heh.." Mas Reza said with a smile.

I blushed, that's not what I meant.

"This is sitting in front, beside me" said Mas Reza.

I grinned and then obeyed his orders.

I remember Reza telling me to act ordinary. I know this status change is making awkwardness. But I was also confused, as usual as how. I think it's normal to act that way as long as Reza can take it. Well that's him.

We reached the main house, the guard opened the entrance gate.

Coming to this house was like de javu five years ago, when I first came here.

The phyloric tree that lined the roadside was still faithfully welcoming anyone who came.

I used to hide behind that tree to see Reza go home and go to the campus.

My status at that time was only as his brother's upbringing, and now I'm back in the same house.

But my status has changed as a wife. The rightful wife of the heir to this family.

Reza stepped out. His hand gave a sign for a worker to approach.

People who work in the garden. Pakde Jury.

The middle-aged man approached.

"Yes young master"

"Sir please carry the goods in the trunk in. Invite others to mind." Order of Reza.

Mas Reza bought a replica statue of Garuda Wisnu for Mama, and various other sovenirs.

"Come on Yan."

Bring Reza in.

I followed him in.

"Ah Reza my dear "mama yelled from home and immediately hugged and kissed Reza's cheek.

"Mama" Reza hugged and kissed Mama's cheek.

"Let's go, you're getting beautiful, it looked like yesterday's treatment" said Mama.

"When should we go there again, Yan" asked Mama.

" Yes ma" I answered briefly while kissing my mother's hand.

Me and Reza went in.

Mr. Kusuma is finishing fitness, looking from his clothes wet by sweat. The old man still looked handsome and handsome. Very similar to Reza, just older.

"Papa ! still the spirit of pa!" he said as he approached and put up his horse's fist, and attacked

Mr. Kusuma swiftly deflected Reza's punch.

"It's not that easy, Za! Ha ha ha!"

The struggle he finally ended with a warm hug and a happy laugh.

I came and kissed the hand of master Kusuma.

" Oh, yanti...

Thank you for taking care of Reza" said Mr. Kusuma, patting me on the shoulder.

"It is Yanti's duty to look after him" I replied.

Mr. Kusuma nodded.

The two men then passed by while chatting a few things. From health, business affairs, to souvenirs brought.

I love the statue I bought. The statue was then displayed in a corner of the living room.

Another souvenir for the residents of the house. Mom seemed busy sharing.

I set foot in the kitchen. Looking for my mom, Ros's mom.

"Mommy, "I said

Apparently he's cleaning the kitchen.

"Yanti, my son" his eyes glazed over with glass.

Mak, I'm coming. No cry. But I also felt the same shahdu.Takan felt the corner of my eyes warmed and the circle did not feel falling onto the cheek.

An unexpressed taste.

Yesterday I was still in charge, and now because of the sacred bond, because the jab and the qabul of responsibility passed to my husband's shoulders.

Me and Mak hugged for a long time to let go of longing.

Then she took me into her room.

We then sat facing.

" How do you nduk? Mr Reza is good not with you?"

I don't know what happened between us. Someday I'll bring you a grandchild surprise. I pledge.

"mas Reza is good, mak, don't worry" I said to calm my mother.

" Thank God, I'm relieved, you know our position here.

Even so you are with the man you love.

Mak is happy. Mak is always there for you and supports all your decisions "said mak while holding my hand.

My mom is my biggest mental support. The one I love too.

Mak I understand how you feel.

I nodded my head.

I took the map out of my bag.

"mak , this is a gift from Reza mas, from us "I said while handing over the certificate and shophouse key in a map.

" What is Yan" asked the mother.

He opened the map.

Mak closed his face and cried.

" you never had a dream, wanted your own business, now you can realize it "I said.

" Kalo mas Reza here and served by his mother and father must be mas Reza sung.

For everywhere, the position of mama and mother, the same as our parents.

Although the difference is only the number of treasures.

" Yes Yan, mak does not want to burden Mr. Reza, he is very kind..

Oya mak call father first, he's behind cleaning the backyard. " Said mak.

" All of you make me drink "fresh mak.

" Do not make mak, like anyone, Yanti will make her own" I said.

"Well, if so "

He went back to call my father.

I went to the kitchen to make a drink. All for Reza and Papa in the living room.

Mas Reza is discussing the business strategy that will be carried out by the company with papa.

"The drink is mas, papa" I said.

"Yes" said papa. mas Reza nodded.

Then they came back with their plans.

I don't want to interrupt, and go back to the kitchen.

My father, Mr. Suparman, emerged from behind the door.

"My son" he said.

I immediately kissed his hand.

My father hugged me and stroked my hair.

"Your mother told me about that shophouse.

Maybe it's time for our independent efforts.

There are many services from my family for our family. " Said father.

We then chatted here and there laughing at my childhood.

***

Mas Reza seems to have finished talking to papa.

He went to the kitchen and kissed my mom and dad.

Both my parents accepted the treatment. They look at each other awkwardly.

" Mother and father are also our parents" said Mas Reza.

" I will take care and take responsibility for Yanti Mak, sir " said mas Reza

" Thank you Tu. em nak Reza" said the father.

We continued the conversation, Reza gave an overview of the business in the new shophouse. He is willing to help for the affairs of the supplier rukonya mak.

***

Not feeling the day before noon, mas Reza invited me to visit the shopping center as originally planned.

We say goodbye to leaving.

I waved my hand at our four parents.

" Reza is leaving first "

Said mas Reza.

We also left.

***