You're Not the First

Koko

Tata's classic car stopped and he came down and saw us bowing. Staring at us one by one. Then it just passed with the sound of his cane clashing with the paving.

We followed him from behind and when Tata stopped we stopped in unison. This what? We're playing or something.

Suddenly my wife whispered to me, "The car is old like the guy!"

"Ehem....!" Tata cleared loudly to shock us. I hope he didn't hear Aya just now. Although that is the reality.

"Should you tell me what a kid?" Tata said as she pointed her wand at Aya. As a good husband, I was right in front of him. If Tata's wand to get away from my wife's sight.

But it turns out that Aya who is sometimes stubborn even shows her head next to my arm.

"Sorry Ta. Hehe... his car's old as his man"

"You are!!! You don't know how much it costs. There are only 36 in the world. This car is not mass produced. Only certain people can wear it. Not just anyone can buy this car" Tata said with great emphasis as she pointed at Aya with her cane.

"Ohh. Expensive car? But the wheels are also round like cheap cars, huh Ta?"

"You are....!! Teach your wife why we have to use a fancy car!!!" This time Tata pointed his wand at me.

"That's some kind of Retro lambo. The price touches the range of 5.3 million US dollars or equivalent to about 70 billion rupiah. Our goal is to use a luxury car so people know if we are rich. Then they will respect us" I said as I glanced at Aya who was still hiding behind my back while rubbing her hand that was gripping my arm.

"Oh. Want to show off?" He said he made my mother lower her head. Maybe for the first time mama was furious at this favorite daughter-in-law of hers.

I nodded my head in agreement with him. Daniel, who had been standing beside me from the beginning, pointed his two thumbs at my wife, who I reflexively deflected so that he would know the limits on his brother-in-law.

"Ish...." Breath Daniel.

"Yes!!!!" Tata's teeth churned in anger.

Mama and papa reflexes holding Tata's arm like his shock hearing Sofiyah's words to issue a swear word to the family's favorite daughter-in-law.

"How do you educate the children? Why did they become like this?" Tata raised his voice and then coughed unceasingly.

"I'm sorry! Forgive me!" Mama bowed her body many times as an apology.

"This is what else.... Why prepare useless things like this? I just want to eat. Want to taste the dishes of little girls who are lacking"

"Astaghfirullahaladhim..... Tata!!" Sofiyah immediately darted closer to Tata and then held her arm. "Ish ish ish! improperly! A grandfather cannot speak ill of his grandson. Did you forget that it was prayer? Looks like Tata's getting old. We prepared all of this because we thought that the one who came was the Han family's entourage. Ish ish..... Why is it that old and even worse to think of these young people....?"

This really is my wife. Think this is a scene filming Ipin Upin what? Is this pregnant or is my wife really this ignorant? I approached her so that nothing would happen to her. Afraid that Tata whose temperament was unpredictable suddenly hit him.

"You are!!" Tata was carrying Aya's ears covered in hijab. "You're praying Tata fast at that?"

"Yush....! Where there is such a thing. Fiah sayang sama Tata's. Is that koh?" Ask me while rolling her eyes and I pretend to ignore her.

Sofiya held Tata's arm to enter the house and went straight to the dining room while inviting her to talk. And only this time I could see Tata acting relaxed like an ordinary human being. If in the nest Tata is similar to dedemit. It was scary and no one dared to dispute it there. His old and wrinkled face was becoming increasingly haunted and terrifying. Coming to his palace Tata was already like a test of guts.

Without realizing it, there was someone who had been behind us. The woman just walked behind us without making a sound. When I looked back I knew there was Mama Daniel among us.

When he arrived at the dining table Tata immediately sat at the end, the position of the head of the family. Then Papa sat in the first chair.after mama Daniel was about to sit next to papa but Tata stopped him.

"You! Sit there!" Said Tata while looking at the mama who stood parallel to the ART while linking hands and bowing her head. I'd rather see my mother like this. It's like a housekeeper.

"You're deaf!" Tata said a little snapping making mama raise her head.

"Sit there!" Said Tata while pointing at the chair near papa using his chin.

"Sa-my?" Ask your mom and point at her own face.

Tata ignored her question but Papa patted the chair next to her while smiling at her. Mama walked while resting her head and was seen swallowing saliva many times.

"You're sitting next to him!" Tata said to mama Daniel who immediately pulled the chair next to the mama with a rough and sat down with a bend of his face. Looks upset because now Tata has started to accept honey.

"You sit here Mey!" Tata said to Aya who was welcomed with joy by him.

Ungoverned I sat down next to my wife and Daniel sat next to me, face to face with his biological mother.

The atmosphere of the dining table is quite pleasant because Tata is satisfied with Aya's cuisine which is not far from noodles and typical Chinese food. Today there are mums, peking ducks, sapo tofu, kwetiau, chow mein, I fu noodles and Hainan rice made by my wife and some mouth coverings made by my mother.

Although Daniel's mother repeatedly made a rowdy to seek attention but so far everything went smoothly and was quite pleasant.

While enjoying the appetizer Tata said with a serious face. " In two weeks, your wedding will be announced. We're gonna have a big party. Soon someone is coming to measure you!"

Aya and I looked at each other. Make an event with us as the main character without inviting us to negotiate first. The character of Tata was ingrained apparently. Authoritarian. And it turned out that Aya agreed with a nod of her head so I was silent and didn't protest

"Mah...!" Daniel made a voice to call who. Mama or her own biological mother who obviously both women are both looking at her. Mama Daniel then immediately looked away and the look on his face looked sad and angry.

And the funny thing is, several times mama and mama Daniel simultaneously took the same side dish. The chopsticks of the two touch each other on the same plate then look at each other and pull their hands each not so take the same side dish. But it happened three times. This is the first time this has happened. Mama and her mother Daniel gathered at a table.

Papa then took the initiative to take the pudding and divide it in two small dishes and give it to his two wives. But as agreed, the two refused to eat it and chose to drink the water in front of them rather than eat the pudding served by papa.

It looks funny in my eyes as well as the people next to me because Aya looks to hold her mouth so as not to laugh While Daniel grinned at the ridiculous state of his parents.

"Geeh!!" I cleared my throat so that Aya and Daniel could stop laughing while Tata just looked at me without saying anything.

The night when it was over I was stomping my wife's feet which looked swollen. Compress it with warm water. Aya looks very tired. He has been preparing everything since yesterday. Stay in the kitchen to serve his best meal. Good thing my son can understand that his mother is bothered so not fussy at all.

"What kind of grandfather?"

"Pangette...!" He said, closing his eyes.

"You're so spoiled now you know?"

"Have a son!!"

"That's true. If the mother is spoiled, like to preen it's a girl's son"

"Do you have a name?" I'm still squeaking on her white, smooth calf.

Suddenly Aya's phone rang with the same ringtone as it was this morning.

Look who we are

We are the dreamer

sWe make it happen, happen,

’cause we believe it

Look who we are,

we are the dreamers

We make it happen

cause we can see it.

The song jolts making people want to just dance.

"Yes...."

"Yes, yes ma"

"Later Fiah will tell ya ma...!"

Sofiyah hung up her phone call and I grabbed her phone.

"Who?" Ask me full of questions.

"Mrs ..."

"Mama is below why you should call. Not usually?"

"Mama second ko..... If it's time to check your mom's womb wants to come"

I scrunched my forehead. Since when was my wife close to my stepmother.

"Have two mothers already. Enjoy it!" Ask without guilt.

"You don't know who he is yet!" I said seriously who answered with his head.

"He's a stubborn, ambitious guy!" I said.

"Huf..... In Aya's vision she's just a wounded woman trying to prove to us that she's okay and able to get through everything even though her core family doesn't support her. If he is hard on mom and koko it is because he is envious and tries to take attention through his annoying attitude. Poor him ko...! Koko don't be so hard on mom. She's a mother who's hurt because her own son doesn't acknowledge her existence"

I snorted annoyedly at the words of my little wife. Instead of us fighting I deflected the conversation.

"Who sang that song?" I said while shaking his phone.

"Ohh, that's Jung kook" He grabbed the phone in my hand and opened the YouTube page and showed me a show.

A beautiful song blend of k pop songs and typical middle eastern songs. Plus a cool visualization with a handsome star and good at dancing makes me momentarily lulled.

"This is the opening ceremony song of the world cup in Qatar in 2022. Jong Kook BTS featuring Fahad Al Cubaisi."

" Do you like pretty guys who like to wear makeup?" I said insinuate. My soul rebelled. I can't thank my wife for liking other men, even if they're just fans.

"No. I also just found out it was a member of BTS who used to be called my friends. I yearya when the news of the world cup held in Qatar is reaping cons from the western world. Various ways are taken by them to make the image of Islam bad in the eyes of the world but Qatar has prepared everything well. Qatar poured massive funds to welcome the tourists who came. Prepare competent preachers and muezzins. Building a mosque as beautiful as possible with various facilities to make it easier for anyone who wants to know Islam further. Supported by a community that presents a friendly, generous and non-alcoholic local culture. That's really elegant dawah in my opinion."

Aya showed me some videos of the world cup squirming away from me. I haven't seen football in a long time.

"We must also preach to the Tata family and the entire Han family by showing them that we are good people because of our religious teachings that encourage every human being to do good. There is no need to invite directly just show, this is a true Muslim tablets!"

I digested all his words well and kept them in my head.

"Yes well ustadzah! Now it's time to preach to me. Show me that you're a good wife who knows her husband's hidden desires".

"Ko....." Whine while hitting my arm. "My body's tired of all the ko.., "

"Yes, that's the cure. Later when it is finished, the body feels fresh tired of everything"

"Ish that's what you want...!" He said, turning his lips.

"We try if we don't believe. Later if it is not proven you can ask again"

"Back!!!"

I didn't hear the grunts, which was important tonight I got rations.

I'll slow down, son, you take it easy. I whispered on my wife's belly button, skin as white as milk and smooth as silk. I tried to see Aya. He bit his lips and no longer rebelled. It's resigned like that.

I am cooming baby

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Satisfied do not read it, until pegel nulis.

Ok Less than one more chapter Insya Alloh END