The Voice of the Husband

London

Naren's daydream was over when a flight attendant greeted her. Smile when he looks at her.

"Please enjoy our dishes. Hopefully full and comfortable to get to the destination." After Naren received a tray of food and drinks, the flight attendant left.

And Naren also thanked him. Even though the flight attendant was gone. At least he's been saying, rather than not at all.

Hot weather outside the plane makes drowsiness quickly ambush. Full stomach and breezy wind that comes from AC. Adding a plus for Naren who at that time chose to close his eyes.

The journey is long. He had to rest for the time to pass quickly. Hopefully when he wakes up, the plane will land safely.

Elsewhere, the mother-to-be is busy dancing her fingers on a laptop keyboard. The decoration of the two lenses becomes a barrier of light from the screen to the eye. Look focused until not blinking.

"Mommy, I'm home!!!" the sound of shouting and hugs makes the focus of the mother-to-be collapse.

{"Mommy, I'm home!!!"}

"Change clothes first. After that lunch. Okay?" getting a kiss from her daughter, Nara gives it as well. Then he ordered Yumna to change clothes first. Then have lunch.

Yumna nodded her head, understanding what her mommy was saying. Little by little he understood the international language used in the school and the surrounding environment.

Before the pretty boy left, he kissed his mommy cheek again. Do not forget to give a kiss to his sister who is still in the stomach.

Nara got up from her seat. Walk to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Since she was pregnant, Nara rarely cooked. Buy food outside more often. Incidentally in the residential area there are those who sell Indonesian food. So, Nara no longer had much difficulty fighting in the kitchen. After all, in the occupants of the house only two people. Him and Yumna. It will soon increase.

"Mommy, have you eaten?" The two-headed boy hugged Nara from behind. Ask her if she has eaten or not. Every time Yumna would eat, she asked her mommy.

Nara turned around, stepping towards the dining room. Put two dishes on the dining table with two drinks next to it. It's styling as usual. "Already's. Let's eat. You must be hungry? Mommy, buy chicken large ketchup for you. You like it no?" He's sitting down. Accompany Yumna eat until finished.

{"Already. Come eat. You must have reported it? Mommy bought chicken large ketchup for you. You like it not?"}

Yumna excitedly nodded, a sign she liked it. For more than a week, Yumna had not eaten chicken. Mommy said if you eat too much will make it difficult to think. Too much fat and chicken injections. Danger.

A glass of juice and water ran out. Yumna got up from the chair. Wash his dirty hands with rice and tomato sauce. A characteristic of Yumna that is liked by her friend, she does not like to eat with a spoon and fork. Even though he was a rich man, he still did not like it. He said it was complicated and difficult. Especially if it's chicken.

Once, my friend Yumna asked during lunch break. "Why do you use your hands? Wouldn't that make your hands dirty?" with a surprised look, his friend asked. Maybe just this time he saw someone eating without a spoon and fork. Alias with hands.

{"Why do you use your hands? Wouldn't that make your hands dirty?"}

Instead of answering, Yumna asked back. "Don't you know if eating your hands will make the food better?" And that made his friend curious.

{"Do you not know, if eating by hand it will make the food more delicious?"}

Jordan, my dear friend Yumna furrowed her brows. He had never heard of any research on eating with his hands making food more palatable. She doubted. But I want to try to be proven.

"Is that really so?"

{"What's so right?"}

Yumna nodded, "Yes. If you don't believe me, try it." He greedily finished his mommy's food until it ran out.

With doubt Jordan tried it. It was followed by some close friends Yumna and Jordan.

"How's? Delicious?"

Jordan turned his head, then he nodded while giving two thumbs up. "It's delicious. I really like it." Friends who tried to say the same thing. It looks delicious and delicious.

Suddenly the bell sounded. Ungoverned, Yumna ran towards the main door. Open the door after pressing the password.

"Jordan? That's you?"

{"Jordan? That's you?"}

The blond boy smiled pepsodent. Same with a woman beside him. Jordan's mother, Yumna's neighbor.

"Who's coming?" Nara came, standing behind Yumna.

{"Who's coming?"}

Jordan's mother, Michel's mistress Nara. Tells Nara that she left Jordan because of some business.

"Sorry it's often troublesome." mrs Michel hugs Nara. Habits before the break.

{"Sorry often troublesome."}

Nara shook her head, nothing bothered. He was happy. His house is increasing. Yumna is also not lonely because she is alone.

"No. I'm happy because the house is getting more and more crowded." Nara shook her head. Mrs Michel's words are not true. Not troublesome at all.

{"No. Precisely I am happy because the house is becoming more and more crowded."}

Mrs Michel smiled, then she stepped away. Do not forget to wave your hands before lost in the speed of the car.

After Michel leaves, Nara invites Jordan and Yumna to enter the house.

"Have you had Jordan's lunch?"

{"Have you had lunch Jordan?"}

"Already, Auntie Na."

Yumna invites Jordan to go to the playroom after the short conversation is over. While Nara, she again sat on the chair to continue her college assignments.

The plane, which Naren landed safely at nine or fifteen minutes, was flown at London Heathrow International Airport in Greater Bratania, London. The airport is famous as the busiest airport in the country with the nickname The Black Country.

"Alhamdulillah be there." Naren got off the plane along with other passengers.

He walked out of the airport. Looking for a taxi and getting ready to meet his little family.

The memory of the past is approaching. A memory that will never be forgotten. Since the new inhabitants of his heart moved the country, the memory often just appeared. Is that a sign of something?

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