The Love of ROBBKU
"the household conflict begins"
"Beautiful..." Satria muttered with his wife.
All the invited guests came alternating Mala made tired all day to stand beside the husband who really enjoyed the event without burden.
Understandably Mala does not like crowd events in contrast to Satria who is already often present at such events.
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The clock has shown at 04.00 which means it is afternoon, Mala noticed every corner that there is only a nuclear family indicating no outside guests will come.
"Our son, I am tired" whispered Mala beside Satria.
Satria only nodded his head to approve the request of the wife. He felt sorry for Mala who felt sultry about the bridal clothes she wore.
Suddenly out of nowhere a lot of car accompaniment was heard from outside, the sound of police car sirens made Mala and Satria snarl down from the car and pay attention to the entrance.
A lot of people who entered dressed in black suits made Umi Azzahra approach the two brides to ask who invited the people to come.
"Whose guest is this, son? "
Ask Umi Azzahra while looking at the two people in front of her alternately.
But only the headband that he got until someone's voice was heard calling the knight.
"Satria Putra Gem"
Said the man while approaching them.
"Gpa... " Lirih Satria's.
"Let's go home, baby"
Saying the girl next to the man.
But Satria shook her head in a sign rejecting their invitation.
Many are whispering because they know who came he is Malik Permata lengendary businessman whose name still shines in the field of mining.
The opa accompanied by her oma made Satria bitterly afraid that she knew very well how the nature of both parents of her mother.
"How much money do you want??? I can give it as long as you give me my granddaughter, she doesn't deserve to be married to a babu"
Oma Yolanda said haughtily while insulting Mala.
"Save your money madam because your money will not be brought DEAD" Sakras Mala sharp.
"You.... "
Oma yolanda said furiously while pointing at Mala.
"Stop oma, she's my wife if oma hurts her, I won't stay silent" Satria said.
"Look baby, they bring bad influence to our grandchildren not nothing our grandchildren have dared to go against our orders" Adu oma Yolanda told the husband.
"Satria let's go home" opa Malik said.
"Well, but I'm also going to take my wife home, before I want permission to say goodbye to mumi and dad" Pinta Satria was polite to the grandfather who got the agukan head of the man.
"But baby" Yolanda wanted to protest.
"Silent" Hardik the husband who means should not be denied which he finally silenced for a moment.
"Let's change Nur's clothes and finish it's parting"
Pinta Satria who returned to the head of the wife.
The loss of the newlyweds went into leaving four people of different gender.
"I'm sorry I was presumptuous but what is this father, the father of my grandson's wife?"
Ask Mr. Malik politely to Mr. Udin who is replied to a head.
He turned to look at the hijab-wearing woman and asked again.
"Are you his mother?"
But he got a head bobble that made him tangle and ask again.
"So where's her mother? Because I want to ask permission to take my granddaughter's wife to live with me"
"Bomb"
Said Umi Azzahra whose heart was arrogant about the attitude of the man's wife in front of him.
"Innallilly.... "
The wise words that came out of the mouth of Mr. Udin made the Umi Azzahra feel amused himself, but not for the female Yolanda oma was very offended.
"Thank you so much sir, I'm so grateful that my granddaughter was well received here, and I'm sorry that I couldn't attend her wedding ceremony because we just came from America" Mr. Malik said regretfully.
"And you want to go? "
Ask Umi Azzahra who made Mr. Udin glare at him.
"Sorry ma'am, if I'm presumptuous but I have to take the two children away because of the mami Satria koleps, currently in a coma at RS"
Mr. Malik said the purpose and purpose so that there is no misunderstanding.
"What....?? "
"Satria....."Say them simultaneously.
"Why didn't opa tell me anyway? "
Asked the knight while crying, the bag held until it fell fortunately there was a sprightly wife.
"Sorry dear opa also just received news from opa subordinates so opa directly flew here"
"Let's Nur not much time, we follow the car which opa? "
Satria asked nervously.
"Silent, take a breath, exhale, we salim the same father and umi used to mintak Ridhonya"
Mala calms the husband.
After Satria could control himself Satria followed the advice of their wife saying goodbye first and headed to the hospital where the mother was treated.
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In the car there was a fierce quarrel who else did it if not the oma Yolanda and Mala.
"I don't want my granddaughter to marry you like you" Hardik Yolanda.
"If so angry with Satria, why would she marry me" Reply Mala who was able to make Satria's oman was silent.
"You Satria don't have another girl in this world to marry this babu girl? "
"Omm.... Nur is my wife if oma hina she means oma also despise me"
Once again oma Yolanda silenced her unable to fight the poisoned mouth of the couple.
Seeing the wife was defeated to make Malik's opa smile happily he was sure after this the wife would cry while complaining about the behavior of his grandson.
"Opa why mommy coleps? "
"According to opa's complaint because your mom wanted to kill herself"
"Opa will try his best baby, opa will use all opa networks to get your papi out of prison because only your papi can control your mami madness" said Mr. Malik at length.
"So my sister Satria is crazy or pretending to be crazy? " Tanya Mala was curious.
"The crazy one is you, not my daughter babu" Hardik oma Yolanda who got the earlobe from her husband.
"Darling... "Lirih oma Yolanda she was really furious with the husband who dropped his prestige in front of the grandchild.
"Mami Satria is not really crazy baby, she is just crazy, because she loves her papa Satria which has become a part of her life" said Malik's soft opa.
"What do you mean, brother? "
"Gini Nur, mami is love dead as papi if there is no papi then mami will choose to die"
"Light love means that? "
"Love dies Nur, not blind love".
Hearing the debate of the grandson like a nostalgic song for opa Malik himself very much misses the princess who chose to live with her husband.
Such is the destiny of girls if married will accompany the husband when likes and sorrows as a form of devotion.
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...***Connected......
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