Tolerate It's.

Deep talk

They were sitting on the balcony of the hotel. Looking at the dark garden of the hotel that is being cleaned, the former event was the wedding of half-sister Ilyas.

They daydreamed together staring at the craftsmen who were drifting. Both of them focus on their own thoughts, even the former gurgling water does not make them pause to clean up the semblance of the former event.

Ilyas suddenly draped his suit onto Jiani's plain shoulder which was only wrapped in a dress with that short strap. Jiani turned her head to the man who was without displaying any expression.

"Cold. Pake." he said short and then they went back to silence.

Jiani did not like awkwardness and residence. "Your mother doesn't know us, sister. How's dong?" It feels like a real lover who does not get the blessing of the prospective in-laws. Jiani suddenly felt sad, "You... Looking for another woman?" Jia asked with great caution.

Ilyas who was sitting on the balcony chair with Jia turned his head, "Hm? Nope. How the hell is that?"

This man was too relaxed for the size that was set by his mother. His family Ilyas has come to their house, his brother Ilyas has calmed Jia that everything will be fine. Then they chatted together, either chatting what because Jia did not listen to him.

"Seriousness. Are you seriously marrying Jia? Is your mom going to be okay?"

Ilyas tekeuh, "What are you afraid of?"

"Fear that we're walking. Your mother will ruin our marriage."

Ilyas again chuckled, this time rubbing his hands on Jia's head. Her cheeks became red plus her white cheeks in contrast to what the color on her cheeks was, very visible.

"His cheek is red? You're cold, aren't you? Go home yuk? Or do you want to sleep here?" Bring along.

"Yourselves?"

"Huh?"

"Sleeps the same as you?" Jia asked back with her flexible face, counter to her ever-ambiguous remarks.

"Astagfirullah. We're not legal yet."

Jia frowned instantly smiling as she looked at her rabbit teeth. Ilyas just realized that. Jia's cuteness increases when smiling like that plus her slimy rabbit eyes.

"If it's legal, can it be?" Jia's question is becoming more and more.

"We go home yuk? His work also stopped. You will be nyariin." He got back up from his seat.

Jia nodded then from her seat. "We're going to stay married?"

"Yes." Yeah." Ilyas answered while taking the keys to the car.

"Aren't you going to find another woman to be approved of?"

Ilyas was already standing looming in front of him. "Nga, Jia. Don't think about it."

Jia likes it when Ilyas calls his name, it feels like there is a sensation that makes him flutter. It felt like he wanted to re-record the remark so that he could hear it whenever he wanted to.

"Sweep you won't be mad at me for taking you to the front?"

Jia shook her head, lastly when introducing Alkan. His papih immediately greeted him kindly and talked about the conversation. She likes the person she's going to connect with, if Ilyas. Jia doesn't know, but she faces being able to connect with her picky Papih, just like her. His name is also the nature of the child will not be much different from his father.

"Religious. He'll be grinning." It seems, but when talking about marriage anyway, do not know yes, Papihnya it will also be equally possessive, even when with Alkan alone they are often not allowed to walk alone, both of them, plus their different religion makes Papih often ask him to break even though Papih likes Alkan.

"Okay, come on." They walked out to the parking lot, went home and Ilyas went back to his hotel.

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The knock on the door made Ilyas' mother turn, "Mother? It's Naia." It's Naia." Call him out there.

"Come on!" Her permission was still focused on knitting the knit sweater that Naia had guessed was definitely for Ilyas. The color of the ball is dark blue.

"Not sleeping yet, Mom?" Naia walked over to sit on the bed next to her mother. "Sleeping alone again dong today?" Joking. The father Naia referred to was her stepfather and Ilyas.

"Let's just do it."

"The Father's Cassian."

"You there. Sleep, your husband sleeps alone."

"He slept with my son, Mom." He answered casually while laying down himself.

"How do you become a wife? Moso your husband's sleeping is not cemented."

"How did you become a wife too? Moso the father of his own sleep is not cemented? I slept in the back room." Backward satirical.

His mother slapped Naia's shoulder making the woman laugh softly. "Absolutely, Mom." Then his mother's hands got busy with the knitting.

"Mom not sleepy?" Naia asked watching her mother from the direction of her sleep.

"No. You just sleep there,"

"Mom's going to sleep with you, okay?"

"Yes, can. Doesn't need permission first?"

Naia smiled softly hearing that, to be honest she also missed her mother. Although they often meet, but he misses his mother in another sense. He longed for the times when he was a child living with Ilyas. When Ilyas left with his father, Naia was very sad. However, he would be even more sad to leave his mother. So he's here, stay with his mom.

"Lady..." Call slowly.

"Come? Napa Ma'am?"

"Dear mother Ilyas?"

"Opo seh your question is iku? That's for sure, dear. Where there are parents who love their children."

She cleared her throat, understand. "If darling. I should have respected Ilyas's request to continue his life choices while not harming Ilyas."

Understanding the way the daughter talked, her mother put the knit on the table beside the mattress. "Mom doesn't like the choice. That woman is no match for Ilyas."

"If you don't like women. Yeah don't dislike the same way Ilyas also dong, ma'am."

"According to Mom, that woman is no good, Ma'am."

"Mom just met. What if Ilyas could change that woman? So the reward will be for him." Persuaded it.

Naia herself still did not understand the sudden motive of her sister. However, as an older sister, Naia would always respect Ilyas's decision except when her sister went down the wrong path, but it was a matter of kindness, the man wanted to marry someone even though it was still too ambiguous.

"Mom want to know them? That Ilyas, was a good boy, ma'am. He never asked for this, different from me. This time he just asked for blessing, when I didn't love you?"

His mother was silent, perhaps contemplating. Actually, his mother still did not let go that Nadya did not become with Ilyas, she instead with her other children. And his son even chose a woman very out of bounds than usual.

"Yes, I bless her."