AL-THAR
#81. Pubur Aluk Team vs Team Bubur Gorgeous

"What's wrong with you, Ki?" asked Mama Pertiwi half-anxious who suddenly crawled her heart.

"Lo why, Cak? Landfill sure?" Ibram, who was definitely more worried because he saw his sister nausea. Plus why the nausea must be in people's homes?

"Nausea ..."

All eyes have glances that are too obvious according to Ghani. He was suspicious of her even for a few seconds. Then because he could not stand the aura of slander that he vaguely felt, Ghani kicked the table and made all the attention focused on him.

"All of you why? I'm clean, yeah," and then he looks at my mom. "Ma, I've never been close to him, let alone tacky. So, destroy all of you bad thoughts."

"Related?" Shelia grinned.

"Gue isn't lo ya" elak Ghani made Shelia sneer.

"That means there's no third grandchild, right?!" ask mama to reaffirm. Ghani just massaged his forehead with resignation.

"Whatever."

"I think my heart is relapsing, Tan," Kiara said grimacingly. "Semalem did not have time for dinner. This morning I had no breakfast either. And lunch eat a little doang."

"Can't you, Ki? You're really busy, aren't you?" ask Mira. Wonderful, where can miss dinner plus not breakfast if it's him. Loss, cuy!

"Not busy, brother. But eating malems at home I was consumed by monsters," pointed Kiara at Ibram who was in his crossbreed.

"Times, Mother? how am I not feeling?" elak Ibram felt innocent.

"Buncyan pantes! your rival is the same as me," said Mira.

Ibram, who panicked because he was said to be distended, was now groping his stomach. "No distortion, Sister ... amit-amit ...."

"Byeah," mama interceded. "Mending now we eat the porridge, cold hunting, maghrib hunting as well. Than the slow chat pointless, later maag Kiara more severe. You can't eat, Ki?"

"Can, Aunt. I have to eat a little."

"It's good then."

"okay." Shelia got up with her baby in her cradle, and hinted Ghani to push her bowl of porridge closer to her sister. So did the mother who pulled over to the chair next to Ghani.

"Kok move, brother?" Ibram asked Shelia.

"It's time you chose your life, Bram."

"meaning?" neither Ibram nor Kiara understood.

While Mira was ready to open the porridge.

"Lo eat the porridge must be stirred like mud, or eaten in accordance with its normal state, neat, humane and what does it look like?"

"Sheli's sister?" Kiara asked.

"I must have eaten humanely, Ki."

"Okay, same." Kiara shifted closer to Shelia's chair. That means the girl joined the pretty Bubur team.

Ibram turned to Mira with his sweet smile. "Pale stir?"

"Purp stir dong!" Mira welcomed Ibram's sweet smile with a smile that was no less sweet as well. He's happy. Because all this time, since he was born, in his family, only he who ate porridge must be stirred first and then eaten.

"okay, tim. Let's eat!" shelia.

"Assalamu .. 'alaikum– heh, lo! Move places!" point Athar at Ibram.

"Yes, Bang, yes. Sorry." which." Ibram somewhat keeps his distance with Mira's chair. Because just now, as the porridge team stirred Ibram sitting too close to Mira.

"Will you have some porridge?" Mira offered her husband shortly after Athar sat down next to her. Previously, her husband kissed her hand-in-law and then it was Mira's turn to kiss Athar's hand affectionately.

"Eat, Thar," said Mama. "This is Mama's porridge. At the guarantee of the tep mantep."

"Yes, Ma." Athar smiles.

Mira offered a serving of porridge which since then was still available two more servings. Just in case, in case the pregnant woman or busui anyone wants to add a portion, so thought Ghani.

"After Mama from Aceh, you are fiancee yes," said mama sekonyong. Surely the sentence was intended for the youngest.

Ghani stopped his porridge feed. While Ibram chokes and Kiara feels quite surprised.

"Se–so fast, Tan?"

Mama nodded. "Faster is better. I want my kids to find their happiness. That's it."

Ghani got up from the chair. Then without a sound left the dining table as well as his newly touched porridge just a few mouthfuls.

...***...

"Hm, I've known you."

"You're Mira, right?!"

"Well, how do you know me?"

"We met a few years ago."

"Oh yeah? Where's where?"

"In your house."

"Huh?"

Mira searches for her past memories. About where he found the handsome guy who was now standing on the porch of the house in front of him. The feeling, Mira's past is bleak huh. How can there be true excitement that passes from his eyes?

That's impossible, Marimar!

"Who?" Tau-tau Athar had wrapped his hand around Mira's shoulder and was staring intently at the guy in front of Mira.

"Got know– uh, don't inget–" Mira gave her crisp grin to the guy. "This one has been to my house in what order?"

"I–"

"Hey!" Shelia came out of the house. He smiled at the guy. "Old sorry. Change my baby diaper" she said kindly. "Sit, Wir!" Shelia looked at the couple nearby. "You want acquaintances?"

Huh huh?

"Don't say kalo–" Mira was able to guess one thing quickly. What else is the reason, right?

And apparently Mira's guess is right. The proof is that the older sister, Shelia, nodded with her sweet smile to fast loading the younger sister. Tumbens. "Yes, right. This is Wira, my ex. And if you don't want to, this girl you call Dylan."

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