Throes

warm family

Akbar kept his word that night. He took Amel to his house without hesitation. In Amel's usual clothes she went with friends. No matter it to the home of the prospective in-laws or not, the most important thing is that Amel's clothes are still polite and worthy to wear. Not that he did not appreciate his meeting with Akbar's two parents.

But he did not like the excess. Like buying a dress to look feminine or look more beautiful. Even if you do not wear a mini dress, it looks beautiful and sweet. The most important thing is the assessment of the way people respect the older ones. Yes even though somehow his judgment how will Akbar's parents to him.

Can't expect more. Because he will be afraid if later he will get an uncomfortable answer in the heart. Between the rich and the poor like himself and Akbar. Very different, and further from his family caste.

The afternoon is always stuck. The streets are never empty of motorists and pass me somewhere. The goal is definitely a home. Like Amel who had been sitting sweetly beside Akbar was driving his car.

Akbar is not a romantic guy, and Amel is not a spoiled woman either. Like any other couple in the car. Must pull on his lover's arm or just hold hands. No. gabe.

Ah.. Wait, they're not already. They are embarrassed to interact with each other. Just ask and answer.

Long enough to spend time on the road in the afternoon jammed until arriving at the house the sky turns black.

" Let's get down." Take Akbar, take off his seat belt, and look at Amel who is still watching his house.

" I'm scared?" Lirih Amel's. Suddenly his heart skipped a beat and his guts began to shrink when he saw the house of Akbar's parents who were bigger than his own son's house.

" Don't be afraid. There's me." Reply Akbar. For the first time ever to touch Amel's arm. Until making Amel turn to him and glance at Akbar's hand rubbed his arm.

For the first time they touch, even though before never. And ever, even then when Amel was sick was helped by Akbar without feeling.

" Come?" Take Akbar, with a smile and remove the seatbelt from his body.

Isn't that romantic? Until his heart came back beating. Hopefully, Akbar doesn't hear it.

Just nod and smile. Try to inhale the air longer and throw it away slowly. And slowly get down from Akbar's car. The one who had gone down first waited for him outside.

I don't know where the courage is. Akbar clasped Amel's hand which was already beside him. Looks very nervous and hands are a little cold. Amel ventured to return his grasp and walked hand in hand towards the house with the door that was wide open like waiting for his presence.

For two times.

" Mas Akbar." Friendly greetings middle-aged mother. A long-serving assistant to the Akbar family.

" Mama says Papa there's a mbok." Ask Akbar.

" Mama's here?" Greet mama Akbar from behind her maid.

Amel grew nervous and embarrassed when Mama Akbar walked towards him. took off Akbar's hand and rubbed his own hands on his pants. As if afraid his hands dirty when later shaking hands with Akbar's parents who look very elegant. Different with.

" Ma?" Says Akbar with a warm smile. Hugged her mother and kissed her two cheeks.

" What's up, baby. Long time no go home." Haru mama, rubbing her son's arm. Which inexplicably more and more days makes him very long with his son.

I miss the family togetherness first.

" Good ma." Akbar. " I'm here to see mom with her." Imbabuhnya, smiling looking at Amel followed Mama who began to look at Amel.

Amel smiled slightly nodding greeting his mother Akbar who smiled kindly at him and was a little surprised to get a sweet treatment from his parents.

Gently rubbing Amel's arm. And said. " Amel yes."

" Yes, aunt." Answer half-nervously and stiffly. And greeted Akbar's mama who greeted him with a warm smile.

Ask Mama Akbar that somehow makes Amel happy. Did Akbar ever tell himself to his mother. When yes. It really meant something to Akbar.

" Don't call aunty, just call her mama like Akbar. Let's go to the dining table. Mama's ready to eat dinner for us." Holding Amel's hand, he led her into the house to the dining table.

So sweet. For the first impression.

But either really sincere or not. But Amel could feel that it was sincere.

" dude? Look who's coming!" My mama Akbar cried, making Papa Akbar who was sitting turned to the source of the direction.

Standing up from his seat and smiling kindly looked at the son and the girl who was in the arms of his wife.

" Look?" Greet Akbar warmly, crucify his papa. And got a sweet treatment with his shoulders gently patted by his papa.

I don't know when the husband and wife got back together.

Either it gets along well and harmoniously just in front of his son-in-law. Or it should no longer fight every day for the sake of his son who once complained to his two parents.

But most importantly for now, Akbar just really wanted the atmosphere of his home to be warm and peaceful. That'sthat's all. No more, whether or not Amel is present.

But hopefully, the presence of his prospective son-in-law can strengthen back to two people, What is the presence of grandchildren certainly.

Amel came a little closer, and did what Akbar did. Copying Akbar's Papa. And it turns out the same. Getting warm treatment on Papa akbar.

" Let's eat first. Papa is hungry. Can't wait to eat your mama's cooking." Take Papa Akbar and make Amel smile.

" Come on, baby." Lead Mama Akbar to tell Amel to sit next to Akbar. With Papa Akbar who has returned to sit as the head of the family. Mama Akbar sat across the table and faced him.

" Mommy doesn't know what Amel's favorite is. So mama can only masakin Akbar's favorite. Sorry, son." After taking her husband's food and watching Akbar who took food for Amel.

Perhaps you know, the girl next to her son was timid. And it turns out true, Amel is very sweet and sees his appearance is so simple. Like his son's criteria.

" It's also quite tan. I also love this auntie's cooking." Answer Amel smiled.

Seeing her son smile made a mother's heart smile. Somehow, he felt Amel the right woman to be made his son's wife and the woman who would accompany his son with joy and sorrow.

Enough is enough, his son suffered because of his two parents. Let it be for now and then, his son be happy by his own choice.

Whatever he will support. For his son now.

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