The Love of the Duda

TCSD 156: Morning in the Dining Room

Inside the dimly lit private room, the twilight-aged woman was seen sitting on a rocking chair while tightly hugging a medium-sized picture frame. The picture frame in which there is a picture of two small men from whose faces both emit a twinkle of happiness.

The childhood of his two great-grandchildren seemed so happy. The head that was previously lowered, he shifted towards the front where directly opposite the back garden which was filled with fan spruce trees that looked so beautiful.

Recalling his reunion with the granddaughter who had long since left him, just making the clear hairs of his eye fertilizers escape. Indeed, he did not want to welcome the return of the grandson with a cold welcome and impressed not care at all. However, what the grandson had done in the past really only made the old woman like re-opening old wounds that had been trying desperately to close tightly.

"I understand that you didn't leave me at the time, Nu. But it turns out that you didn't have enough courage to fight your wife, until you actually left me."

Oma Widuri wastes a little rough breathing. He wiped away the tears that had flowed profusely from his clear well. "I'm not angry, just a little disappointed with what's happened in the past, Nu. You are indeed one of the figures of a good husband by always involving your wife in making a decision, but unfortunately the decision you have taken just makes my heart slightly hurt."

The woman began to rise from her sitting position. He stepped foot into the bed still while carrying the picture frame. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, pulled the blanket and began to rest his body.

"Hopefully tomorrow, I can be normal in front of you, Nu. I miss you too, but disappointed it still feels so shackled soul and not until when it can be released."

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"Bok, did you forget that I don't really like tea that's too sweet? This is so sweet, let's do it again!"

The quiet atmosphere of the breakfast table is slightly broken down by the sound of Dira who had previously looked complicated by the food and drink in front of him. Mbok Darmi who is responsible for serving all breakfast menus this morning was a little overwhelmed because from earlier what he made was not in accordance with what the wife of Vishnu wanted.

"Dir, what the fuck are you? This is the third time that Darmi has made tea for you. But you still protested. Don't overdo you!"

Vishnu who was enjoying a piece of bread with peanut butter was a little upset because really what was done by his wife was very outrageous.

"But Mas, you know not if I don't really like sweet. Tea made mbok Darmi is still very sweet. So it's only natural that I ask him to make it again?" Dira wander in search of the whereabouts of mbok Darmi, after the tail of his eyes managed to catch the shadow mbok Darmi, he again shouted. "Hurry up here Mbok! Make some tea for me!"

With slightly wide steps, Darmi approached the dining table to take the third cup which also received a rejection from Vishnu Kunto Aji's mistress. But just as he held onto the cup's ear, a baritone voice managed to catch his attention.

"Bok, let it stay there. There's no need to mbok Darmi make more tea for my wife. Let him make himself what he wants."

"But Sir..."

"Already Mbok, no longer mbok Darmi busy taking care of my wife's will. Let him make his own tea."

Dira was a little annoyed by what Vishnu said. He snorted softly and his lips pursed.

"Mas, what are you talking about? If mbok Darmi doesn't make me tea then what does she do as a housekeeper? Can eat blind salary mbok Darmi if you don't want to make me tea!"

"Darmi's job is not just to serve everything you want, so don't waste the time Darmi has just to obey all your wishes."

"But I am also the mistress who is in this house Mas. So I should have gotten good service from mbok Darmi."

Vishnu only screeched. His wife forgot one thing. "We're not the host or the hostess in this house, Dira. Remember, here we just hitchhiked. Hitchhiking at Oma's house!"

Both of Dira's eyeballs were perfectly wide. The existence of the husband does not make his position safe as a young mistress but rather degrades her even more. "Mas, what are you talking about? You still have the right to occupy this house, so we are not hitchhiking at all. I really don't....."

Dira's speech was cut short when the Oma Widuri started to open her voice. The twilight-aged woman also appeared to be anxious about what was happening in the dining room this morning. Dira's hard heart really hasn't changed at all. Although he is currently bankrupt, but he still positions as a great mistress who can do his best.

"I'm sorry about my wife, Oma!"

Those are the only words that can be said from the lips of Vishnu. The man was very embarrassed by the attitude of the wife who had exceeded that limit. While Ora Widuri was silent, did not respond to the slightest apology from the grandson.

You've always been like that, Nu. Apologize for mistakes you did not make. Your heart is really good, but why is your soul mate like that? I hope Dira can really change. But if Oma shows a pinta hopefully someday you get a wife who has a heart and behavior that is much better than Dira, is it wrong?

Oma Widuri monologues in heart. There is a sense of pity when seeing the grandson get a companion like Dira, but how else? They have become a couple. And the only way to change Dira's attitude is just to always be patient and happy to wake him up.

God and Mara could also only be speechless at the sight on this dining table. They do not want to interfere with what the oma Widuri, Vishnu and Dira are talking about.

"Darling, I'm leaving first. Later if you want to go to the cake shop, ask Kasim to deliver it."

Mara grabbed the husband's hand and then kissed the back of his hand. "Yes, be careful."

The god gave a little smile. He kissed the head of the wife with full affection and then slightly he bowed his head to be able to kiss the stomach of the wife who had been bent this. "Papa goes to work first, dear. Whiz Papa don't fuss. Don't make Mama's trouble, okay?"

Dugs... The Dug....

As if understanding what God said, the junior God who was still in Mara's stomach gave a response with small kicks. That's what makes Mara and the gods tickle.

"Hmmmmm very clever this son of Papa. Be healthy, baby!"

The god re-enforced his body. He turned to Oma Widuri for a farewell. As usual, the old woman always showed her sweetest face for her granddaughter.

"Sister, I'm leaving first" said the god after saying goodbye to the Oma.

"Yes Wa, be careful!"

Gegas, the future papa left the dining room and began to set out to find sustenance.

"Loh Mas, why don't you come to the factory with the Gods?" timpal Dira who was a little surprised because the husband did not follow the gods to go to the factory.

"The factory belongs to the gods, and I have no right to work there. If I want to work there, I'll have to send you a CV and a job application letter first!"

"What!???"

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