A Five Step Match
22. Not Sangkuriang

"Hoaam."

Dinda woke up the next day with a very fresh body. He saw the sun shining quite brightly out there, blocked by the white curtains covering the glass windows in the Yoga room.

Dina looked to the right and to the left, the male figure was no longer beside her. However, the sound of frying and the aroma of cooking until it reaches his room.

"Morning!" greet Mama Puspa as Dinda descends from the top floor. Mama Puspa and Yoga have been busy in the kitchen, Yoga is cooking, while Mama Puspa is cleaning and arranging the dishes on the table.

"Morning, Ma."

Dinda was silent for a moment, embarrassed by the smile given by Puspa this morning. Obviously he was embarrassed because he woke up late, what else Mama Puspa who had just healed was more enthusiastic this morning and had busied himself in the kitchen.

Yoga approached, giving a kiss on Dinda's forehead gently. "Good morning, my wife. How was he sleeping last night? Wakeless?" tanya Yoga, not only the question of the man, but also because of his sudden treatment and makes Dinda's heart feel uncomfortable. I got a good morning kiss from my best friend.

"Hey, how come you? You slept well last night, didn't you?" ask Yoga. Dinda smiled a little and was still fixated, looking at Yoga and playing eyes for him to immediately answer his question, as if from the eye game he wanted to say if Dinda had to answer because there was the mother there.

"Eh, yes. I am so good. I slept well" answered Dinda quickly.

Mama Puspa smiled a little and was happy with the answer and also the familiarity that these children did.

"Thank God you can sleep well, Din. Mama shunned him. Here, we have breakfast first. Yoga has cooked your favorite food," said Mama Puspa arranged the dishes owned by Dinda.

Several dishes are available on the table, ranging from sumptuous dishes and ordinary dishes. Dinda's stomach is now starting to thrash around asking to be filled. However, as Dinda was about to sit in her chair, Yoga pulled the back collar of Dinda's shirt as she lifted the kitten.

"Hey, Honey. You haven't had a shower, have you? I'm sure you haven't washed your face and brushed your teeth either. There, take a shower. Or, you want me to take a shower?" tanya Yoga blinks her eyes.

Dinda did not accept Yoga's behavior, she moved her hand and wanted to keep the young man's big hand away from her. "Let go, I .. I want to eat."

"Cannot. Shower first!" assertive Yoga, then pulls Dinda away from the dining table. "Can't come back here if you haven't had a shower or a toothbrush!" kata Yoga's. Dinda poked her lips, staring at the young man who had been her husband for one week.

"Yoga! Don't kayak that. You can say it well with Dinda. I'm even taking a bear cub!" a loud rebuke was coming from his mother's mouth.

"Yes, Mama. I'm talking well. Isn't that right, honey?" tanya Yoga while showing her neat rows of teeth.

"Where, Din?" mama Puspa asked shouting as Dinda rushed out.

"Take clothes!" dinda answered while shouting without stopping her foot from coming out of the house.

"Well, how about changing clothes?" mama Puspa asked Yoga. Yoga is busy with cooking. "Ga, Dinda's clothes haven't been moved here, have they?" mama Puspa asked confusedly.

"Yes, not yet. From yesterday Dinda went home to my mother-in-law's house. Sometimes go home and get dressed before changing here. Sometimes I shower there."

"Eee, ask her you don't give her a place to put Dinda's clothes on?" ask Mama Puspa again. He thought the two people knew what to do.

"No, Ma. I haven't been sorted out yet. Lagian Dinda is his home. Can go back and forth here if it's just for clothes."

The sound of a frying pan is heard again, Yoga is still cooking one meal for lunch to the campus later and also Dinda.

"Ouch!"

Mama Puspa growled, hearing his son's words like that so he hit Yoga with a vegetable spoon in his hand. Before the vegetable spoon goes into the vegetable bowl, it is better to use to hit the head of the child first. Yoga rubbed his throbbing head of pain.

"Mama! Be ill. How did I get hit with that? I'm not Sangkuriang!" yang Yoga while continuing to rub the back of his head, felt a little bump due to the blow of the mother earlier. He remembered Sangkuriang's movie which was beaten as a child for killing anj*ng which was his father's incarnation and brought his heart to his mother.

"Yes, not Sangkuriang!" Mama Puspa. "Heh, the denger. Where is that husband and wife? Husband and wife should live together, one house, one place. This is even his clothing. Clothes are still next door. What's the concept?" mama Puspa asked still by brandishing a vegetable spoon. "You should be sharing with Dinda. Both the bed, the bathroom, and the closet, whatever you have now belongs to Dinda. You should share the place from now on. Understood?" A sharp shot is given by Mama Puspa for Yoga.

"Yes, Ma. Totally understand. I'll take care of my clothes, give Dinda a place. It's also not just me who can be wronged, times. Dinda also did not talk about her clothes," said Yoga defending himself. Mama Puspa sat down with lunglai, feeling weak just his knees. What will he say to his besi with this. If every day they find Dinda who is still back and forth just to take her clothes.

"Too you! Oh, Mama's dizzy!"

Mama Puspa stood up again, walking away from Yoga alone in the kitchen.

"Loh, Mum. Whither? Not the breakfast?" yelled Yoga from the front of the stove.

"Mama's head is dizzy. Mama wants to take medicine," said Mama Puspa. Yoga stared at the departure of Mama Puspa until he entered his room.