The Third Match.

Pov Diah Susanti's.

In the afternoon I went into my house alone. Because my children and my husband stopped at Adit's sister's house. I brought a bushel filled with bone soup. According to the theory I heard, bone marrow can speed up the healing process of wounds in the bones.

The content of collagen and glucosamine owned by the bone marrow of cows is very useful in maintaining bones and joints. And can prevent various diseases that occur in the bones especially people who are the age of father and mother.

"Bi, this is the soup warmed up first"

"None Good,"

I left my aunt warming up the soup and went to Mom's room. Arriving at the doorway of the room, my eyes caught a mesmerizing sight. Namely the arrogant mother was crying bitterly kissed the soles of the feet of the Father. I was glued to the spot watching him as if I were living in the most beautiful other world, which I had never seen before. Father and Mother are now hugging each other, heard sobs mother who almost never dripped it was finally overflowing. Without him knowing, I was crying too. How happy my heart has been, since I was a child, never seen them as romantic as they are now. I remember my childhood that I never had peace in the household My birth mother and stepfather.

Me and Mas Adit almost every day listening to the squabbles, not infrequently mother always slammed the kitchen utensils make me and Mas Adit grow into a person who has no principles. Our days live under pressure, never having the complete affection of both parents. We live in a sphere of violence that I hear and see every day. However, you are always patient to face the nature of Mother who always wants to win by herself.

I did not step back so I entered his room, because I did not want to disturb a moment like this. I give space to him who is aware of each other's mistakes.

O Allah, thou art the one who can turn back the hearts of men, how happy I am, now that Mother has returned to her path.

I lay my body on the sofa chair that Mas Adit bought a while ago feeling tender suddenly drowsiness attacked.

"Goooll.." I faintly heard Ghani's voice. I opened my eyes. Oh, it turns out I overslept, heard the sound of a football blow. I open my eyes my stomach feels like it has a circular hand. I'll know whose hand, definitely Marsel's. I just realized, didn't I just sleep on the couch? Why did I move to the guest room? I smiled at my husband who was in deep sleep. It must be a handsome man at 4ty years old who took me to my room.

I am happy, the older our marriage is, my husband loves me and my children. Remember the children, I came out of the room to them my five children and the other Bhanu son Mas Adit cheered. They're playing ball. It looks like my daughter Syifa is guarding the goal on the left side while on the right side Bhanu is guarding. My lips are not always smiling looking at my 4 children who are fighting for the ball. Ghina often wakes up naturally because she is a girl.

"Mama. I'm tired..." Ghina sat on her lap as I sat on the porch looking at them.

"Capek huh?" I fix the ties of her hair that have been released but still stuck in the hair. Her hair was soaked with sweat.

"Goooll.." exclaimed Rafa and Rafi apparently the ball broke into Syifa's goal.

"Swant! Gool! You are Ghina, I live alone;" Ghani went to fight to sit on my lap.

"Yes, it's late in the afternoon, you rest for a while and take a shower" I gently stroked my two children's heads.

"Son, yes, all of you must rest" I called Syifa Rafa and Rafi.

"Yes Ma" they ran over to me, while Bhanu bailed home. My thin body was not visible anymore, because they were all spoiled to me.

O Allah, I am very happy, I am blessed with children who are smart, funny and dear to me.

"Heemm.papa again sleep, you are very noisy," we turned to my husband, with red eyes when he woke up and hugged me from behind.

"Some... Papa was sleeping late in the afternoon" Ghina's protest made Marsel chuckle.

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The next day was precisely Sunday, early in the morning we invited the children to gather at the mansion papi Efendi. I don't know what the event will be, because yesterday Juliana my step sister, invited us to come and bring the kids.

"If you're happy to applaud,"

Plok plok.

"If you're happy to laugh. Haha,"

"If you're happy, let's be together, if you're happy to applaud,"

Plok plok.

While on the way, Calista led her four sisters to sing. Marsel who was driving next to me laughed looking at them in the rearview mirror.

Marsel deliberately bought a large capacity car so that we can always go together if there is a moment like now. Because both of our babby sitters we always bring.

"Eeehh. Smart kids, say hello first" I said.

"Assynoltom..."

"Goddessalam..."

"Waah.. Grandpa's grandchildren have come, Grandpa wants a surprise for you,"

"What surprise is the Cake?"

Children enthusiastically close in front of papi.

"Who yesterday, who wants circumcision?"

My son looks happy. "Rafa wants to"

"Rafi too"

"Ghani wants to..."

I stared at Papi. Papi seems to know what I mean if I want an explanation.

"Sit all down" papi said.

We sat facing papi and mami including the children.

Papi actually even called the doctor. I turned to Marsel for approval even though Papi Efendi had prepared all of course I had to get the husband's permission. Marcel also agreed.

After breakfast the children are circumcised in different rooms so that if one of them there is crying the other is not afraid.

I was with Marsel to accompany Rafa first because he was circumcised first. "Mama.. sakiit..." Rafa yelled to make me panic. "Hold hold dear.. boys must be strong," I hold his hand sweat on the forehead purging, I take a tissue and I wipe and continue to invite him to talk until the circumcision process is complete he began to calm down.

"Mama stay first, baby," I said. He nodded. While Rafa was accompanied by the sisters and then I went to Rafi's room with Marsel and the sisters.

"Hiks hiks hyks. I'm afraid Pa,"

"It's okay baby, Rafa didn't hurt, either" Marsel comforted him. Rafi was afraid of the syringe so when the doctor took out the equipment from the small suitcase he cried.

"Pray handsome boy," said the doctor when applying alcohol will inject before circumcision. Marsel continues to entertain throughout the exercise of circumcision Rafi menagis.

The last one was Ghani, when I meant he was with my little daughter Ghina.

"Ghina with Ghani can't Ma?"

"May" I embrace my daughter's shoulder. During the execution Ghani turns out not to complain anything maybe because He asked.

An hour later all the family bekumpul kak Adit and kak Mawar also came to the family to invite and my Father and Mother.

...Tops. ...

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"Hallo reader here is the story of the cypress family. Hopefully there can be something to take advantage of this story. Although those who read the story of Diah not up to a hundred like my previous novel but until the final chapter that reads consistently there is no one who runs away thank you all,"

Now I'm working on a different story maybe in the near future will release, hopefully not bored ya y'all want to stop by again. 💪💪💪❤❤❤.