WEDDING (Not Just) IN BED

TIME IS TOO LATE WITHOUT FEELING

"Cylluvus!"

"Mamaan!"

"Haha....! You cipluk! I remember the green ice cingcau that used to hang out in our residential park!"

"Yes. Bang Maman! Eh, how? So we're copying across?"

"Come on! Uh wait!... Call the Pluk house first! So they don't worry about you coming home late!"

"Already dong! My son's been in the boarding school for a few months anyway."

"How old is your son?"

"10 years! He wants to go to school while doing religious studies!"

"Waaah.. Your son is cool, Pluk! But is koq different just as mama? Her mother is not hijab. Haha....!"

"You can't go straight, man! So, really you become a person! I guess 21 years old never changed wiser, it turns out not!" Astari scowled at Rahman's honest but striking words.

"Sorry, Pluk! Don'tm mad! I'm khan just kidding! Good effect to meet Cipluk Ba! Hahaha....! Try now you say Ciluk Ba, can't you Pluk?!"

"Comeaaaa!! Ish the Rahman kehed! You're you!"

Both of them laughed as if they had forgotten. Forget about and forget the household problems that from yesterday shackled Rahman's mind.

"Yes, Pluk! Your husband's a doctor too, huh?"

"No. Husband soldier!"

"Hm.... Is the doctor's mate the average soldier or the security forces?"

"Ga too! Many koq doctors marry same office workers too! Don't box people's jobs!"

"Hehehe is too!"

"These faces look like boxed rice at the Maulid show at school!"

"Haha... Astari... Cipluk Baa! Still remember the same jokian rice box diabara Maulid Nabi when the 1st grade Middle School was!"

"That's the Man-nominated event! Which makes you famous throughout SMP Bianglala 98. Haha.... If I remember that, cry a hiccup kangen you!"

"Gee! Not miss kangen, oncom! But miss our old friendship! Too many memories of our friendship! Until you lend me your school shirt when my bag goes missing in the swimming-rink arena. All my school clothes are on that bag. And I came home with your smelly school shirt and your favorite mop-like jeans in my house!"

"Hahahaha! Not thanks, but instead insulting my clothes. Basic Cipluk!"

"Haihi....! Man! I'm sorry for the deaths of your parents as victims of the plane exploding in Natuna waters! I'm sorry, I can't be a good friend anymore after Junior High!"

"Hehehe.. Thanks Pluk! I was on the wrong way when you moved Pluk! Wrong and lost far away!"

"Is she?"

"Yes. When you were around me, you always protected me in negative associations. You're like that witch who forbid me!"

"That's khan for your own good, Maman oncom! That's why I've always been the one you can count on at any time. Even when you play with the class brothers for the solidarity of the boys, and you forget to do PR.... I am your goddess of help!"

"Hahaha yes, yes! You're right, Pluk! Oya, where's your husband at? Already a general dong of his rank?"

"My husband died 3 years ago, Man!"

Rahman swallowed his saliva. Bummer. And no longer know what to say. In addition to saying the phrase 'istirja'.

"Sorry, Pluk! I'm so sorry!"

Astari smiled faintly.

"What is your wife? Have you not been blessed with children?"

"My wife is a city person here too! We were not married for a year. But..., Mira has not wanted any children between us! He had injected KB at the beginning of marriage. And now I really want to have a child. I remember being 36 years old. I would love to have a descendant! Unless God has not allowed it. But, we humans.must strive! Really khan ma'am doctor Cipluk Ba?"

"Haish, Maman's oncom! I'm serious about your horror, but you're bad!"

Rahman laughed at Astari's annoyed words. They used to be used to conversing with the procene language. The typical rough language of a random but fun metropolitan child.

He and Astari are the children of super-busy wealthy businessmen. Make them accustomed to being lulled by the fan of money rather than just the chants of soft words of your father.

He and Ramzy and Astari are millennial children who are hungry for parental love. That is why, if you have chosen to commit, you will certainly maintain that commitment in order to achieve the happiness of getting affection.

Hhh....

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