Alin and Hazar
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“Mama!” When Alin entered the dining room, he passed Mama Rosa who also entered from the kitchen door. Alin's face turned moody, he still had a lot wrong on his in-laws.

Mama Rosa, who was carrying a medium-sized bowl in her hand, ignored Alin. He continued his steps towards the dining table, arranging the bowl he had brought.

Alin was stunned, this was the first time he was ignored by Mama Rosa. He felt sad and discouraged. “Mama, forgive me,” With tears in her eyes, Alin sat on his knees on the floor.

Hazar, who was standing two steps ahead of Alin, did not realize that Alin was going to beg to his knees.

“Alin!” pekik Mama Rosa's.

PRENKK!!! Mama Rosa threw the bowl she was holding at random, she ran towards Alin.

“Alin!” Hazar was surprised. He realized that Alin was on the floor.

“Stand,” Mama Rosa crouched down asking Alin to quickly stand up. Alin did not listen to him. “Mama has forgiven you. You are innocent. Sorry Mama, just wanted to fill you.” Mama Rosa seemed to regret having taken care of her daughter-in-law.

Alin was still crying.

Mama Rosa sat on the floor, pulling Alin into her arms. The sound of Alin's heartbreaking cry made his tears break. “Im sorry Mama,” Mama Rosa rubbed Alin's back.

Hazar let out a long sigh, in an instant the dining room had been filled with the sound of Mama Rosa, Alin, and Aunt Fatma crying now sitting hidden behind the kitchen door.

***

Alin sat down at the side of the bed, not knowing what he was thinking. Tomi's grandfather, Papa Adi, and Mama Rosa have forgiven him. They even had dinner together with warmth. There's nothing more to worry about now. But there was still one thing that stuck in his heart.

Alin jumped in shock, as he felt Hazar's touch on his head. I don't know when Hazar was standing there. As he was daydreaming he did not even realize Hazar had finished bathing and changed into clothes.

“What do you think?” Hazar sat down next to Alin.

“Hmmm..” Alin shakes. “Nothing,” the answer lies.

“What's up?” Hazar asked.

Alin looked at Hazar's face, hesitating to speak.

“Say,”

“By, I slept in Aunt Fatma's room?”

Hazar was silent for a moment. It turned out that Aunt Fatma was the one who his wife was thinking about. Alin should have missed her babysitter's aunt. They had been separated long enough, plus, Alin had not had time to say hello to Aunt Fatma, because Mama Rosa was too busy taking time and attention Alin.

“Go,” said Hazar finally.

Alin stared into Hazar's eyes. It was like he wanted to make sure of something. “Kakak, not angry?”

Hazar pulled Alin's head, leaning Alin's head against his shoulder. “No. You must miss him a lot.” Hazar puts a kiss on Alin's head. “You want me to drop off?”

“No, I'll go alone.” Alin stand. “Thanks, Brother.” Alin leaves a kiss on Hazar's lips, before he steps outside the room.

***

“Aibi, haven't slept?” alin asked in a soft voice in front of Aunt Fatma's room door.

“Nona!” Aunt Fatma, who was sitting on the side of the bed, quickly ran to the door. Turn the key, and pull the doorknob in the same second.

“Aibi!” Alin immediately hugged Aunt Fatma. Her longing cries broke again.

Aunt Fatma returned Alin's embrace. She also came back crying.

“Aibi, alright? Is Auntie sick? Why Aunty can date like this,” Red eye Alin examines Aunt Fatma's body from toe to head.

“I'm fine, Miss.” Aunt Fatma grabbed Alin's hand. “Nona, how is it? Miss, I also care. Does Miss still vomit often? This little master is not naughty, is he?” Aunt Fatma caressed Alin's stomach.

“Little master? Aunt already knows her gender?”

Aunt Fatma smiled, “I just guessed, Miss.”

Alin Manyun, stepped inside the room. Leaving Aunt Fatma.

“What Aunt, also hope that this boy is a boy?” Alin's face looked sad.

“Not so, Miss.” Aunt Fatma followed by sitting on the side of the bed. His face changed. Why should he be wrong about everything. “Nobody has a problem with his gender. Unlike Mr. Setyo, Mr. Hazar's family never took issue with the gender of his successors. ” Aunt Fatma looked anxious, for she had made Alin sad. “What... Mr Hazar once demanded a boy from, Miss?” Aunt Fatma asked doubtfully, as Alin's face grew gloomy.

Alin shakes.

“I'm sorry, Miss. Last.... I just don't know what to call it?” Aunt Fatma felt more guilty.

“No, Aunty. I don't blame, Aunty.” Alin smiled, grabbing Aunt Fatma's hand. “From now on Aunty can call her Tuna.”

“Tuna?” Aunt Fatma was wrinkled, confused.

“Iya, Tuna. Mr and Miss. Hehehe..”.

Aunt Fatma laughed, apparently her nonanya can still be funny these nights.

“Is Mr Hazar not angry?” After crying and laughing, the two of them finally lay down together, ready to go to sleep.

Alin shook his head, “Kak Hazar won't be angry. Because I've asked permission to sleep here.”

Alin looked at Aunt Fatma with confidence.

Aunt Fatma smiled. “Good. I've believed it, Miss.”

Until almost eleven p.m., Alin and Aunt Fatma had just finished their conversation.

Until two in the morning, Alin was still awake. He became difficult to sleep, maybe because he was satisfied to sleep all day. Finally he got up, out of Aunt Fatma's room in a slow motion.

Alin's lips smiled as he looked at the second floor. The candles were cleaned, and there was no trace of them. However, the sweet and romantic memories will always be remembered in his heart. This is the most historic day for him. The most beautiful day of his life, and the happiest.

Alin went into his room in a slow motion. He was afraid that his movements would wake Hazar who looked already sound. Room lights are still alive brightly, maybe Hazar is too soy sauce to forget to turn off the lights.

Alin turned off the lights, then went to lie down next to Hazar.

“Kakak!” to Alin's surprise, as he had not yet laid down perfectly, Hazar had pulled his waist. “Kakak hasn't slept?”

“Been asleep, but now awake.”

“Do I interrupt?” Alin felt guilty.

“No. Why did you come back? Can't you sleep?”

Alin. “I think... I slept too long last afternoon. I'm not sleepy anymore, now.”

“You're not tired, again?” Hazar's face changed.

Alin shook his head, looking in surprise at Hazar.

“Then, we continue that earlier in the morning.” Hazar kicked the blanket, in one jolt the thick cloth was already lying on the floor.

***

Hazar returns in Alin's clothes, after he completes his adventure. “You can't catch a cold,” said Hazar buttoning the last hook of Alin's pajama.

Alin simply smiled knots, watching Hazar's fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.

“Now, are you sleepy? Want to sleep again?”

Alin shook his head, “Not yet,” answered.

“Doctor said you also should not be exhausted.” Hazar rubbed Alin's head in love. “You want me to get you a drink?”

“I'm hungry,”

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“Kakak, sure? We look like thieves if this is.” Alin stood behind Hazar, who was checking the waiter's food cabinet.

“It's okay. I'll replace it tomorrow by many folds. Ah... here it is.” Hazar turned around happily, brandishing a pack of instant noodles to Alin.

“Buahahaha..” Alin could not help but laugh, as Hazar's facial expression was adorable now.

“Why are you, laughing?”

“Ah, no.” Alin quickly shook his head, drawing Hazar's hand. End his laughter. “Let's cook. I want two packs. I'm so hungry now.”

This was Hazar's first time. I sat in the kitchen when everyone was asleep.

He painstakingly heated the water, boiled the noodles, and prepared the seasoning in a bowl. While his beloved wife was sitting sweetly in the dining room waiting for a special meal from him.

“Kakak!” Alin emerged from the door frame.

Oho! It turned out that his hungry wife could not wait for him while sitting sweetly.

“What's still a long time?” Alin had already prepared with a spoon and fork in his hand. He could not wait for Hazar.

“Iya, briefly. It's almost ready.” Hazar poured the noodles into a bowl.

Alin gulped when he saw the bowl that was already full. “This looks very delicious,” murmured. “Kakak, hurry!” exclaiming Alin walked ahead of Hazar who was carrying a tray.

“Blow, first..” Hazar held Alin's first bribe. “Your mouth can burn, later.”

Alin looked a little upset. “Eat the noodles, it's good if it's still hot, Brother,” Alin still maintains the feed. His tongue is impatient to feel the touch of instant noodles.

“But, your mouth can burn.” Hazar's hand held Alin's hand. “Let me feed,” Hazar is about to snatch Alin's spoon.

“No, I can eat by myself.” Alin keeps his spoon away from Hazar. “Alright, will I blow.” Alin finally gave up. If it prolongs the quarrel, the minya will no longer taste good.

Huuah.. huuah! One scoop of noodles landed on Alin's tongue.

Dawn dumbfounded, his back leaned on the back of the chair. He took a long breath. The blow Alin had not reduced the heat at all. But he could not do anything when he saw the voracious Alin eating.

Two minutes later...

“Huh... Her affection.” Alin kept the empty bowl away. He rubbed his full stomach.

Hazar puts a glass of water close to Alin. “Still want to add?” bargained for.

Alin shook his head, receiving a glass from Hazar. “I'm full,”

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