A Faithful Oath At the End of a Rifle
THANKS TO UMI SALWA
"Abi with Zahra where are you?" tanya Fara grabbed her in-laws hand and then dipped politely and brought it to her cheek, feeling the warmth of the hand of the woman who had given birth to Al Fath for her.
"Take a break at your service home! It was the same umi sir Sam, the same creature this one," he pointed to Afrian.
"...Go to the house first. But it turns out you are the same Fath does not exist, so Imi susulin came here on the advice of your aide! If Zahra is in the capital, you can't join the lecture. Yesterday there was going home by chance again on college leave,"
"You ain't nothing, are you? Let's try umi see abis as a hostage what's lacking?" he twisted, flipping the body of his first daughter-in-law to see the state of Fara.
"Don't think about it! Where the hell did it go, until all could be kidnapped?!" his nag. Al Fath no wonder at ghibahin umin right in front of the face.
Afrian laughed crisply, he was most pleased, if Salwa had been nagging cypress family members.
"Sal! It's a loe kid!" reply Afrian.
"Diem loe!" salwa sarcasm.
"That's Fath, that's how you feel. I'm still old, but it smells of soil!" afrian said, while Fara was still reading the interaction of the umi and the om like a cat and mouse, he could conclude, umi Salwa did dominate the family apparently.
"Have a smell of earth, I swear Acha kecantol brondong!"
"Owwhhh, let you have an affair with me Sal, understand me!" kelakar Afrian who was always happy to tease Salwa.
"Don't shoot him Fath-shoot!" balas Salwa's.
"Umi same om if you meet, Allah makes you dizzy!" Al Fath said, Al Fath is indeed a crib. If his ashes are not there then he is the one who plays the role of mediator either with Afrian, Zahra or Rayyan. Fortunately the youngest and his younger brother were not here. If all present, fix him crazy right now, plus his wife who is one frequency with these riotous culprits more complete burden Al Fath life if they unite.
For the sake of peace and tranquility of the office, Al Fath finally brought his family home, Fara can not be separated from the embrace of favorite in-laws.
"Well, is he moving, son?" salwa asked as the three men walked in the back to discuss the case that was now in progress.
"Udah mii, that was so!" exclaim Fara enthusiastically.
"Thank God! Tabarakallah," rub it in Fara's stomach.
"Fath, if mummy's ghost is okay again. Won't wait until the elephant leafan, umi boyong Fara to Aceh! There is a duty of protection loh same daughter of people, there are grandchildren umi also here!"
"Mi, the daughter of the man is Fath's wife" replied Al Fath.
"You can't take care of your wife and children, umi sama abi also who share the same responsibility of the Fara family!" the debate does not want to lose, Fara just grinned to see her husband scolded like a child.
"Your hands are two! But it can be made to send subordinates to take care of your wife, wife one or only in hostage, what if your wife a dozen?!" scold again.
"Don't dong umi, how will Fara be if the wife of a dozen brothers?" it is not Al Fath who retaliates but Fara who does not accept.
"Well, loe Sal's mouth. Get angry at your father-in-law Ra, sompral!" Afrian is speaking.
"This is julid's neighbor don't have to be involved!" hisses Salwa in Afrian.
"Not bad!" muttered Salwa saw the dwelling of Fara and Al Fath.
"Abi's in the back!" exclaim Salwa saw Zaky waiting in the chair provided under the matoa tree, the atmosphere is cool and beautiful, suitable for relaxing accompanied by coffee and pastry.
"Well this one was from the official house yesterday, really bi? Worth making grandchildren play around here! Later Umi sends a set of playgrounds here-" the smooth hand inscribed with a mini diamond ring it points to the yard close to the matoa tree.
"Yes, it fits here!" unexpectedly, Zaky who is usually the calmest, wise, instead replied in agreement with the proposal of his wife Salwa, whether the instincts of a grandfather who loves grandchildren began to come out of Zaky? Al Fath and Afrian goosebumps in disbelief.
"Keep a safe slide, a padded carpet this wide-bicycle, a ball-pond" he turned quickly to Al Fath, "here is the electric capacity of how much Fath?"
"Make what?" al Fath asked frowning suspiciously.
Afrian laughed chuckling, "busettt! Why don't you guys dig the same mall carnival here Sal?"
"Edyannn nih candidate grandpa sama grandma, horboh terahiran aja not yet! Bang Za is also following crazy again!" afrian continued, Fara could only laugh when she heard it.
The definition of parents more affectionate grandchildren is true apparently in the life of Al Fath. If the sultan has spoken, then the rest of the rice grains mah megirrr!
"Had eaten? Lunch is yuk!" bring Fara.
"Yes, son, are you cooking?" ask Salwa.
"Yeah. Brother will not eat the cooking of others, if not Fara's cooking," he admitted, Al Fath scratched his head, why at a time like this Fara was so honest.
"Manja is rich in his abi," sis Salwa, but not many other comments as usual that will be along the memory lane.
They sat together at an oval dining table about 2 meters long.
"The intention of the arrival of abi sama umi brought Afrian and Sam sir here to discuss the issue of the rights of your late father, Ra." Clearly Zaky while enjoying a lunch made by Fara typical of eastern land, little by little he and Fath can adapt to the food here although it can not eliminate the habit of eating rice and sauce.
"Yes, my brother said that."
"In the capital, Afrian's law firm is accompanying you to get justice and rights that should belong to you" Salwa clasped Fara's hand on the table, "never feel alone."
Unmitigated, they mobilized several advocates to guard the course of this case.
"Thank you, abi, om Afrian, sir Sam."
"Together."
"We came here also at your umi's request," Zaky glanced at Salwa who had not stopped devouring the yellow fish sauce complement papeda.
"Ah, yes! It just so happens that Fara's content has entered 4 months. Umi wants to offer thanksgiving and recitation for Muslims," he explained. It was unthinkable either by Al Fath or Fara about it.
"Should ya mi?" ask Fara.
"Make earth important, the age of 4 months God has breathed the soul on the fetus. Not to be grateful, ask for a do'a on all for the sake of smooth pregnancy until birth, from now on, take care of oral, behavioral behavior because she can hear and feel--"
Al Fath just nodded, not understanding this kind of matter.
"Oh that way, then let Fara invite some mi," replied Fara.
"Oh. We have a battalion! Sharing the happiness of his commanding officer, a time of picky-pickling fair dong!"
"One battalion?!!" Al Fath exclaimed in surprise, because one battalion is not just tens of people, that's right! Beyond the minister's child's thanksgiving. Al Fath patted the eel, his wallet screaming for the sake of hearing that.
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