
Soon Fiqri and his entourage were seen coming home from the mosque.
They sat back in the living room.
"Assalamualaik." I heard words from outside.
"Waalaikum salam." Answers from some people from inside the house.
"Please come in, Ms. Herni. Who is this beautiful?" asked Bujing Jelia looked at the girl who was beside Oma Herni.
"Ichy, my son is bujing," said Iman who stood so familiar with the voice that gave the greeting earlier.
"Greetings first, dear," said Iman looking at his son. They also shake hands.
“This is my husband, Ma'am," said oma Herni.
"Pras," said opa Pras while thrusting her hand to shake hands with Bujing Jelia.
"I'm Jelia, Qonita's mother. Sit down, Mr. Pras." Permit the opa Pras to sit together with the Fathers in the living room.
"Bu Herni and Ichy we'll come here, yes," said Bujing Jelia as he walked towards the living room. Oma Herni and Ichy follow Jelia's bujing.
"Here, ma'am," oma Herni thrust the hand she brought to Bujing Jelia.
"Well, kog bothers. Thank you, ma'am" replied Bujing Jelia.
"Mother." Ichy shouted as soon as he saw Qonita.
Run towards Qonita and immediately embrace her. So did Qonita, who immediately held Ichy in her arms.
"How are you, honey? qonita asked as she carried Ichy walking towards Oma Herni.
"Healthy, Mother. Papi is not cool mother, come first," lamented Ichy. Others laughed when they heard it.
"Healthy, Mom?" ask Jelia while addressing Oma Herni.
"Thank God be healthy, dear."
"This is Mama, Uwak and Bujingnya Qonita." Bujing jelia introduced one by one and then they shook hands.
“Please eat, Mom," Bujing Jelia told Oma Herni.
"Thank you, Mom."
"Ichy want some ice cream, son?" qonita asked Ichy who answered with a nod.
"There was an event, Mom?" bujing Jelia asked Oma Herni.
"Yes Ma'am, Iman's cousin is there. The show was not finished. So Iman, we told him to come first, because it was a little bit difficult earlier," said Oma Herni with a grin.
“Out of his cousin, following Iman ya Bu, Haha.." interrupted Bujing Tika.
"Hopefully, Mom. Aamiin," exclaimed Oma Herni.
"Aamiin" said Bujing Jelia.
"Why the Faith, Ma?" ask the new puput coming from the side.
"Kepo," said Sari while mocking.
"There are still stocks that I believe Iman knows, ma'am. Here are many girls," Bujing Tika told Oma Herni and ignored his daughter's question.
"God willing, ma'am" replied Oma Herni.
Puput set his eyes on Oma Herni. "This mother, who?"
"I'm the mother of Faith."
"Oh, pantesan bang Iman handsome, his mother beautiful gini. Still young, fit to be her brother bang Iman." Puput approached and touched Oma Herni. Oma Herni just smiled.
"What if Faith doesn't come, Mom?" ask Puput.
"Couthful. That, again the same Qonita."
"Oh my God, beautiful this time, what's her name? Here's the same Aunt." This time it approached Ichy, trying to retrieve it from Qonita's lap.
"Sister does not want, Mother," cried Ichy while holding hands and clothes Qonita so that can not be pulled Puput.
"Eh, gapapa, Aunt good kog. Ayok Aunty played with the others there." Pointing to the side.
Ichy shakes.
"No, let the kids play there. Ayok, what was his name, Ichy ya. Ayok Aunty knows her friends." Forcefully withdrawing Ichy.
Ichy's drawn towards Puput. "Huaaa... Huu uuu..." Ichy finally cried. Puput.
Qonita immediately picked up and hugged Ichy. "Father, Honey. Don't cry, yeah."
"Why?" ask Faith who is already in the middle room, because once he heard the sound of Ichy's cry he went straight to the origin of the sound.
"The bike is evil, Pi." Ichy's hand pointed at the Puput.
Faith breathes. "Father, Honey. There is a Mother. Said she missed Mother."
"Papi is also kangen ama Bunda. Kog's sitting there?" Ichy pointed at the direction of the living room.
Deg
Faith fell silent at the innocence of her daughter.
"Haha... So Ichy and Papi both miss Mother Qonita, huh?" tanya bujing Tika meredek.
"Yes, Grandma" Ichy replied.
Faith scratched her head while glancing at Qonita.
Oma herni smiles.
Qonita.
"Ichy don't be afraid of Auntie, honey. His cousin's aunt Kak Qonita, you know," exclaimed Puput. "This is Auntie, yok. Aunty's not a bad kog, just to play."
"Wouldn't. Ichy wants Mommy" cried Ichy.
Faith wiped his face. Confused how to treat Qonita's own different cousins.
"Let her be with Qonita, Put. Ichy loves Qonita. Likewise with the Papi," said Iman flat and returned to the living room.
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Faith POV
The day when Jelia was performing her home thanksgiving, along with the delivery of Dhini, my cousin's sister.
Papa and mama said that we should attend the event at Aunt Mia's house first. Only then did he go to Bujing Jelia's house.
Ahh, actually want to go there from the morning, but there is a way to meet with his family.
However, the discussion of the application event was quite long, this question and it was all asked. To be clear, they say so. Huuhht. Don't know what, I've been wanting to go.
Finally seeing the time, my mother suggested that I leave first.
Lots of people too, his family. Bujing Jelia was indeed very understanding, I was introduced to all. And, when I was introduced to his mother Qonita, I called him 'repeat'.
Om Ferdi taught me. "Later to meet his mother, call 'neatang'," said om Ferdi.
"Kog's chanting?" many confused.
"Let her mama know, if you're serious about her son. As soon as you have to call her mama to be her. If the papa's still there you call 'bone'."
There's a good thing I went to Dhini's delivery, hahha...
What made the sprain was his cousin Qonita. What the fuck is caper with me and Ichy. Just make Ichy cry everything. Hahaha, a child just know which good is evil, fortunately Ichy did not call him 'mak attached'.
I thought after I told you that I and Ichy liked Qonita, she would be quiet, unkempt and busy approaching me. Turns out I was wrong.
When I excuse you for going to the bathroom, uh it turns out he's waiting for me. Getting out of the bathroom, he came up to me on purpose.
"Did you like Qonita?" tanyakanya.
"Yes, that's what my family and I are here for" I replied.
"Sir Qonita is a widow, Bang. Divorced by her husband. You can get that girl. Brother Qo -"
I just cut off that kebawel. Males I've been around for a long time.
"I'm a widower, Qonita a widow, fit donk. Well if the girl fits equally single. Do not-don't bludgeon single who want to be busy chasing the widower," I replied then passed.
Don't know what she is, I've rejected how many women are dozens of times above her. Cih, want to say Qonita again. If I don't remember there was Qonita, I finished it.