The Step Sister of Tiri

181. Reciprocal

“You must have exhausted your brother's temptations, huh?” hanif asked as Kinan sat beside her while chuckling.

“Finally I was sprained by Ayman. Maybe he could not bear his wife when someone cornered him,” replied Kinan with his upset face.

She as a woman could also feel what Zayna was feeling. His sister-in-law had already fought so much for her son, now even being casted like that. Who is not angry to hear it. Whether it's a joke or a serious word.

“Maybe there's a reason. You can't interfere with their business.”

“Remain, whatever the reason, it is not justified. As a woman, I feel hurt. You don't make it that way, yeah, Mom. You have to defend me, unless I'm really wrong and over.”

“Even if you make a mistake, I will definitely defend you,” said Hanif with a smile.

“I'm serious, Mas, even kidding,” interrupted Kinan with a frown. He really wanted to be defended if anyone cornered him. That woman doesn't want to be like Zayna.

Hanif chuckled at his pouting wife, looking funny in his eyes. The man rubbed Kinan's hair rough.

“I'm serious too, honey. If you're wrong, I'll defend you unless we're at home and alone. If you are wrong, I have the right to rebuke you. We learn together, but when it's outside your mistakes it's my fault. So I can't possibly blame you instead I'll blame myself.”

Kinan hugged his husband while smiling. He did not expect to get a heart touching answer. Though the woman only wanted to hear if Hanif would defend her, but instead her answer was more than expected.

“I am so moved to make it,” said Kinan who was in the arms of the husband. The woman's eyes also glazed over. Hanif is very good at making the heart flowery.

“We're sleeping here tonight what's home, honey?”

Kinan rubbed his eyes which almost shed tears. “We'll catch up first, deh, Mas. I'm so tired. After all the cleaning is also not finished.”

“Yes, it's okay. Let me send you a message first Mama. Let's not wait for us.”

“Iya, Mas.”

Hanif took her phone and sent a message to Mama Aida. Both of them helped to clean the house. When they were done, they went to their rooms. So too with Ayman.

When the man entered the room, the wife was already asleep on the sofa. Surely Zayna was also tired until she involuntarily fell asleep there. The man picked up his wife and took her to the bed. Don't forget to cover it with a blanket.

Ayman cleaned his body first, after which followed his wife to bed. Before closing his eyes, the man apologized many times and ended up kissing his forehead. He smiled and closed his eyes.

Early in the morning the house looks very crowded. Everyone is busy with their own activities. Baby Ars also enlivened with his cries. Mama Aisyah who saw also became pity.

“This is Baby Ars with Mama. You are from the past diemin child can not," Mama Aisyah reprimanded to Ayman because the man had earlier held her son, but could not be silent as well. In fact, the crying gets louder, while Zayna herself is in the toilet because of stomach pain.

"I was on a business, Ma." Ayman tried to defend himself.

"What usaha? Already, do not talk much, so Baby Ars is not noisy," concluded Mama Aisyah.

Ayman sits on the sofa with Papa Hadi. Sure enough, just a moment the baby was immediately silent in the sling of Mama Aisyah. The man was relieved that the boy could finally shut up as well.

"Men are different from women. Babies can feel the arms of a loving woman. It's not that we don't have affection, but women are more sensitive than us. They are also better at taking care of children" said Papa Hadi while rubbing his son's back.

Ayman nodded, right what Papa Hadi said. Though he was her father, but the baby was more comfortable with Mama Aisyah. If you pay attention it feels the same way the carrier.

"Oma Sama! Must have cried with his father, huh?" ask Zayna who just came.

"Yes, that's how men are. They say they can take care of the child, in fact the cry child can not be cuddled," grumbled Mama Aisyah.

This time Ayman chose to be quiet because it was the reality. Keeping a child is not her expertise, but that does not mean she does not want to take care of him. The man wanted to keep Baby Ars when his son was silent. It's up to Ayman to be said to be selfish rather than making the child cry and she can't keep quiet.

"Come, the food is ready! We have breakfast together, "take Kinan out of the kitchen.

"You're the cook, Dhek? Don't we really get poisoned?" asked Ayman who deliberately wanted to tease his sister.

"Nake the poisoning. I can cook even a little. Anyway now the cook is not me, but Mas Hanif," said Kinan made Ayman quite surprised.

"Your husband can cook? That's great."

"Yes, dong is great. Better than Big Brother, which brother can cook."

"So I don't have a wife whose homemade food is so good that nothing can't cook."

"These words should be for you. In fact, if you are cooking, it could explode the kitchen. So it's better that you don't cook."

"Reason," Kinan interrupted as he flicked his lips.

That was the debate between brother and sister. They always insulted and mocked each other. Others just pay attention. Mama Aisyah who saw that became very upset. Especially here there is his grandson, this grown up even arguing.

"Already, already, you guys are arguing. Come on, let's eat!" take Mama Aisyah while walking towards the dining table.

"Ma, Baby Ars just put it in the stroller," said Zayna in between steps.

"Is it okay?"

"It's okay, while being pushed a little later."

Mama Aisyah put Baby Ars in the stroller. Zayna pushed her into the dining room, she put her baby next to her. The woman enjoyed breakfast while occasionally pushing her baby stroller. Everyone also enjoyed their breakfast in peace.

"Well, your cooking is delicious, Hanif. Do you cook every day?" praise Mama Aisyah as well as ask.

"Not really, Ma. Just sometimes, if Mama or Kinan again wants to eat my cooking. Otherwise, Auntie's cooking."

"You're how, Kinan. Not that you are the husband masakin, even ask the husband who cooks for you," Mama Aisyah said.

"Mas Hanif cooks, too, I help you, Ma." Kinan tried to defend himself

"Help what? Help nyicipin." Kinan pouted at his mother's insinuation, but it was true what the middle-aged woman said. If he only helped a little, the rest was done by Hanif.

"It's okay, Ma. I'm happy if my cooking is liked by Kinan. I don't care if I have to cook every day for him."

"You don't spoil him too much, then even a mess."

"God willing I'm sure Kinan knows the portion."

Kinan smiled at the husband's words. The man kept his promise to keep defending him even though he was wrong.

"Oh, it's nice to be built with a husband. Thank you, dear." Kinan struggled spoiled on the arm of her husband who was met with a smile by the man.

"Here, you continue to eat it" said Hanif who knew very well if his wife was insinuating her brother. So too with the others.

No one spoke anymore, after hearing what Kinan said, making Ayman's guilt return. The man looked at his wife who was eating. Zayna did not know that her husband was looking at her. It's just that he doesn't want to have private chats here.

The woman also felt jealous of Kinan, upon hearing Hanif defending her. Though it was obvious that his sister-in-law was wrong, but Hanif still defended him. After all finished enjoying breakfast, all busy with their respective activities.

Papa Hadi and Ayman go to work, while Hanif and Kinan leave to go home. Before the two go home, the woman first holds Baby Ars so that later she does not miss him.

"Auntie comes home first, yeah, honey. Later if there is time, Aunt comes again. Later when Aunt comes, you should be able to walk, yes! Let's play anything, take a walk."

"It's a long time, haven't you been here in a year?"

"Would a baby be a year old?"

"Yes that average. There's even faster there's eleven months."

"For a long time" Kinan muttered with attention to Baby Ars's face.

"Darling, let's go home! I'll have a noon meeting," Hanif.

"Yes, Auntie's coming home first, yeah, honey. Charm ...."

Kinan kissed his nephew's cheek and handed the baby to Zayna. The two said goodbye to their mother and sister-in-law and left the house.

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