After Marriage
Child Jeng Asih
“Alah. Earlier, Mama nge-WA you if Mama is sick again you are even heavier at your job. But now you're supporting Mama's call. Yes, there you find your own hospital where Mama is treated.”
Jeng Asih hurriedly turned off his phone call unilaterally.
“Custom Jeng. My boy, he's his job, yes, just work, work, and work. Until my own gemes it. Age so I uber uber uber for marriage but still he more mengeberatin his work.”
Mama chuckled at hearing that.
“Oh, yes, Jeng. I say goodbye, yes, go out for a minute. I will come back later,” said Mama while standing up. At first Anha was happy because she thought they would come home, but when her mother said slowly, ‘you are here first, yes, take care of Jeng Asih. Mama wants to Ind*maret buy bread with fruits. Not good just now mama forgot not to buy on the road.’
Huh! Anha just gawking. Finally Anha only nodded because Jeng Asih was indeed no one to take care and pity too if alone, especially Anha also could not ride a motorcycle to just buy the goods in ind*maret.
“But, yes, Jeng. I live first.”
“Iya. Be careful, Jeng.”
But strangely when Mama was about to get out of this room. It looks like Mama threw a wink with Jeng Asih like giving code to each other.
“Anha. Where do you work?” ask Jeng Asih so they don't get bored.
“Ah. Working for a telecommunications company, Auntie.”
Jeng Asih smiled. His smile was like the smile you had. Always cool the heart.
“You can cook?” asked Jeng Asih back while fixing the position of the pillow behind his back because the leaning position felt uncomfortable.
“Can, anyway, Aunt. But not very good at it. Only can cook vegetable soup, vegetable spinach, vegetable sour, stir-fry, tempe fried, fried chicken. Yes, home cooking like that, doang, Auntie.”
“Yes, geez. Beautiful, graceful, calm, cooking pinter. Less what try. There is no minus minus at all,” praise Jeng Asih to his best friend's son.
Anha chuckled happily, as well as feeling somewhat embarrassed because she was praised like that by Jeng Asih.
“Ih. Aunt, mah, muji muji Anha mulu. Don't do it, ah, Auntie. Later Anha big head, again.”
When they are busy talking. Suddenly the door of the room opened.
Anha looked there. She thought it was Mamany who came, but it wasn't her Mama. But a man in his suit and work shirt is currently panting heavily while rubbing his sweat. He looked as if he was running to get to this room.
She who?
Hurriedly the man walked up to Anha and Jeng Asih, he slightly bent his body and held the hand of his mother who was currently pouting while throwing her face.
Jeng Asih still pura ngambek to his son.
“Mama why anyone is most nor are you jengukin,” said Jeng Asih sulked.
“Ma, that's not it. Udah, dong, Ma, don't sulk anymore. Don't talk weird again. I'm sorry,” said the man worriedly to his mother.
Unconsciously engraved a smile on Anha's lips.
Men do look handsome in the eyes of women when seen in the following three moments;
Playing with children because it looks like fatherhood.
When I love her family.
And when her wet hair finished wundlu and was about to pray friday.
Moreover, the words of Mama did not lie. He's handsome, his nose from the side looks so sharp. Sturdy jaw, handsome carved face. Even unconsciously look a tinge of red on the white cheeks of Anha who was caught by the vision of Jeng Asih.
“It's Anha. Son of his best friend Mama who nemenin mama from earlier. Beautiful, right.”
Then Anak Jeng Asih just glanced to the side because it was not too serious to look around because he was so panicked because his mother was sick.
They both looked at each other and were silent a thousand languages. The cheeks of his son Jeng Asih also warmed when he saw Anha.
“Beauty, really, Ma.”
Anha's cheeks turned red just hearing that.
"Pepet you know yourself to Nak Anha," his mother ordered as a decree.
The man reached out his hand and Anha shook it.
"My name is Ha--"
Pocket again:D
This is how it was, yes, Say. Pala author dizzy. Later in the afternoon I will continue again. Don't forget the vote, yeah.