After Marriage
CHAPTER 169 - The Mother's Advice

Alana, bring her change of clothes into the bathroom. So by the time he got out of there, his body was already wrapped neatly in a change of clothes.

The altar was waiting for the wife, sitting on a long sofa close to the window of the room.

It is still 5 pm, said Kiran's mother earlier they are required to rest first and go out when dinner arrives.

“Al, you want to sleep no?” tanya Altar, while Alana was drying her hair using a hairdryer, sat on her dressing table chair.

“no Al, if I sleep later difficult to wake up fitting magrib,” replied Alana honestly, she glanced at the glance towards her husband, then refocus to dry hair.

“Then I sleep yes, but later wake up,” pinta Altar, he then got up and immediately moved position. Now he is sitting on the side of the bed.

“Yes, go to sleep, I'll wake up.”

Hearing that, the Altar immediately lay there. Feel so familiar with the smell of that bed. Just like Alana's body scent.

It did not take long, the Altar was asleep, even when Alana turned off her hairdryer she could hear clearly the fine snoring coming out from the mouth of the Altar.

Alana turned half of her body, until now facing towards the Altar. He smiled a little, felt funny. Funny to see a man sleeping in his bed.

Honestly, actually Alana still feels strange about it.

“Now the altar is my husband and I am his wife, hihihi,” Alana giggles softly.

Laughing at his own stupidity.

She got up and approached her husband, pulling a blanket to cover his body.

Alana even ventured to stare fixedly at the face of the Altar, from a close distance.

“Handsome, of course must be handsome, my husband must indeed be handsome,” hiss Alana again, with lips that continue to carve a smile.

Not wanting to disturb the Altar, Alana finally decided to come out. Get down to the first floor and check if anyone is there.

Just out of the room, he immediately met with his brother.

Aydan, too, had just come out and was intending to go down. Wanted to grab a bottle of water and bring it up here.

“Loh, newlyweds come out alone?” aydan asked, complete with a grin, a wry smile.

Seeing that, I swear by whatever Alana was really upset. He even ran and was about to hit his brother.

But apparently, Aydan first ran before he managed to reach.

“Mas Aydan!” peekik Alana stuck, between not wanting to wake the husband and want to make her brother stop.

But Aydan did not care, he continued down the stairs with an occasional look at his sister and stick out his tongue, softened.

“hih! Beware yes, later on Aydan marriage I will continue to tease,” upset Alana.

The regret he brought to the 1st floor.

Coincidentally, Kiran also just came out from inside her room and saw the princess grumbling.

“Alana,” call Kiran, with her reprimanding voice.

“why the hell, ngomel-ngomel that?” kiran asked again shortly after he approached his son.

“Mas Aydan ma'am, mas Aydan keeps on plucking me, I'm going to kesel,” honest Alana, complete with her face is clear.

“Mana Altar?” Kiran did not even respond to her son's complaint, instead asking the son-in-law, wailing to look for the existence of the Altar.

This made Alana even more upset and eventually throbbed.

“Altar sleep,” reply Alana , ketus. He even folded his hands in front of his chest.

“Al, do not call your husband Altar Altar so, call him Mas, just like you call mas Aydan.” Said Kiran, with a smile on her face.

Kiran knew very well, what it was like to call someone younger than him called Mas, initially very amused, but over time he was used to it as well. Calling Aslan Mas.

Hearing the mother's words, Alana grew increasingly bitter.

Can't argue, because it should be like that.

“Later on you will also get used to it,” reply Kiran again, then chuckle slowly.

“Tuh sis, mom is just like Aydan mas, ledekin I continue,” upset Alana to make Kiran more chuckle.

“It's not like it's a pity, mom just feels funny a little,” Kiran explained.

“What do you want to get off? Let me prepare,” timpal Kiran again who wants to divert the conversation, do not want his son is getting angry with him.

“Don't stay behind your husband like that, you better go back to the room immediately,” Kiran said again, because the child was still flinching.

“Sini, mom prepare fruit for you.” Kiran finally pulled Alana to follow her steps towards the kitchen, again passing Aydan who was about to go up to the 2nd floor, carrying a bottle of mineral water.

“What a look!” ketus Alana, to make Aydan to put on his smile.

“Adek Mas out of marriage more beautiful aja,” ledek Aydan again.

“”And!! Stop bothering your sister!” Kiran who opened her voice, before the youngest son whined for a defense.

Aydan chuckled, then nodded obediently.

“Iya Ma'am, sorry ya my dear sister.”

“Go there!” get rid of Alana fast.;

And with a chuckle, Aydan finally resumed his steps, going up to his own room.

After that Kiran, immediately pulled the child back to the kitchen.

“Sit down, I will slice the fruit for both of you,” Kiran and Alana said just according.

Then he watched the mother, took some fruit from the refrigerator, began to wash some fruit, peeled it and sliced it, and placed it in a dish.

Alana immediately got up and approached her mother.

“Later, I have to take care of the needs of the Altar huh Bu?” ask Alana, Iirih. After he stood next to his mother. Alana revealed her heartbreak about it.

Asked like that, Kiran turned to the child and looked at him closely.

Honestly, he felt sorry for the child, because Alana had to get married at this young age, when she did not know many things. But if you think about Widya, Kiran hastily brushed aside her baldness.

“Honey, learn slowly, do not make this marriage a burden in your life,” replied Kiran later. He even stroked with affection the head of the child.  Didn't want Alana to think about a lot of things that made her burdened.

“At Wid's mother's house there is still a maid, so you do not need to prepare everything,” explained Kiran again. Some time ago the maid in his iron house was indeed permission to go home, but now the maid has returned to the house again.

“Mother Widya is also your mother right? So do not hesitate when there, do not assume Wid's mother is evil in-laws, but consider it like a real mother, like Kiran's mother.”

Hearing that, Alana smiled. Then hugging the mother's body tightly. feel calmer after hearing the mother's advice.

they then hugged each other tightly.

The two women of different generations are indeed often debated, but believe me, no one can match the affection between the two.

“Iya, Mom,” replied Alana obediently.