Berlianku My wife
144. Depart

After saying goodbye the five of them prepared to board an open jeep. Front two seats and back 3 seats. In front of the tour guide driver, then accompanied by Dika. Because it just so happened that Dika's driver.

Inevitably Farid in the back sat a threesome, his own man. Fortunately, Dinda da Anya is not fat. So it still fit for them to sit three.

Of the five of them, Dinda was the most excited. With short hair under his ears he let it unravel. Every now and then Dinda's hair splattered with the breeze, Dinda looked beautiful and exuded a bright aura of happiness.

Dinda wears a short-sleeved t-shirt and pencil pants. With jacket tied up by the waist. Then wear sunglasses. Dinda really enjoys her holidays.

Different from Anya. Her shoulder hair was just tied back plain. Anya wears a long T-shirt and jeans are very simple and calm. Especially near him was Farid. Anya's really dead lice on her.

Jeep's car leaves Alya's house. Entering the tourist area of Merapi slope. Passing the smooth road with up and down terrain and winding.

Around the street lined with trees waving. Spreading the freshness of God's gift oxygen for free. Very beautiful and beautiful.

There is no traffic at all. The atmosphere is peaceful and pleasant. Although the sun began to blister, but still the air and air felt cold, segaar very.

All of Dinda's memories of blood spills, sewing kits and drug dosing formulas went somewhere. Now Dinda only feels peace and freshness.

It felt like the five of them were in a different world from their daily lives. Shamelessly the occasional Dinda poses and selfies. Sometimes Dinda also hummed and recorded the path of climbs and derivatives with wildflowers.

"Brisik terribly si lo Din" Anya grumbled.

"I don't enjoy it, enjoyed it!" dinda replied that she did not accept Anya's reprimand when Dinda turned on the music.

"Mba Dinda soon we enter the rock road track. The phone is held fine!" reprimand Dika politely to Dinda.

Apparently Mas Driver took them through the road track splitting the thickets and trees with the way up and down. Wavy and rock so it completely shakes the stomach.

And sure enough, Dinda did not have time to pose ria pose. Occasionally screaming as Dinda felt her car tilted almost down. Trip times it was not just shuffling the stomach and head of Dinda and Anya, but like pulling their heart threads, so that spur many times over.

Anya occasionally accidentally holds Farid's thighs and hands as a grip. Farid as a man greatly enjoyed the challenge of traveling this time. Moreover, he was getting closer to Anya.

"Neng.neng let alone miss the seminar. Ninggalin Jakarta from Aa went the same Eneng Aa ge hente nolak Neng" Inner Farid smiled as Anya looked wrong.

Farid occasionally looked at Anya with my eyes holding back the breeze.

"The route goes where Mas is" asked Farid to open the chat after they returned to the ramps.

"If the package, usually to the museum the rest of my property, bunker adem times, alien stone, Mbah Marijan tomb, hot sand, last off road at yellow times, will not love Mba Mas bonus" answer the Driver is friendly.

"Where's the balloon?" ask Dinda enthusiastically.

"To the white omah, same oxygen passageway. Anyway exciting. Later last wet-basahan Mba. Get ready for the phone" replied the driver again.

Dinda and Anya nodded in excitement. That day was really an effective day for Dinda and Anya as well Farid. Anya got used to Farid.

While Dika because of the original person, Dika looks ordinary. Enjoy the journey with santuy and kalem. A male aura that truly exuded a charm that not everyone had.

Secretly Dinda always paid attention to Dika. Even without Dika's knowledge, Dinda several times stole Dika's candid foro. Dinda is very happy to be met with men as friendly, polite and as handsome as Dika.

They visited one by one trip lava tour merapi. Take a photo or take a picture together. Capturing in every moment.

Dinda, Anya and Farid were also very enthusiastic to listen in every Mas Driver told a piece of the story about merapi.

Last time they enjoyed off road at times. Truly an adrenaline-satisfying experience for home-grown and spoiled city girls like Anya and Dinda.

They can laugh and scream freely when they feel the sensation of the car passing through the water hole and wetting their clothes. Now Anya really get the right price. His holiday plans did not fail, even exceeding estimates. Even though he chalked up a piece of a shitty story.

***

Miss Mirna's House.

After Dika's army jeep car disappeared, Alya's smile and cheerful face faded. His eyes became sad, his face withered, his steps listless.

Alya still hoped that her husband's heart could be shaken. But it seems like an impossibility. Alya could only give up.

Entering the third month of marriage. Living one bed, Alya began recording and memorizing her husband. Starting from the good, ugly, childish things complete with his courage, Alya began to understand Ardi.

It seems free Alya cried, begged let alone seduce. This afternoon Alya still had to return to Jakarta.

"His face is bent. Nyesel's not coming?"

Ardi whispered his wife's torment, his hand reaching for Alya's shoulder spoiled. Ardi wanted to melt the clutter in Alya's face.

"What the hell?" alya replied with a pouting face.

Alya brushed off her husband's hand. Alya walked into the house. Miss Mirna herself went in first. Looks like Ardi's attempt to melt Alya failed. Alya was still sad and did not respond.

Despite being pushed aside Ardi did not want to give up. Ardi took his wife's fingers again, then pulled Alya's hand and took her to the room.

"Sit here and talk" said Ardi invite Alya to sit down.

Then Ardi looked out making sure his in-laws didn't hear. Alya followed her husband sitting with a sad look.

"Must talk about going home. If only I could have a time machine. I will slow down my time in Jogja" murmured Alya in his heart feel not sincere time at home stay a few hours more.

"We take mom well. Mas know you are heavy ninggalin mother" said Ardi gently looked at his wife who looked moody. Ardi understood his wife's feelings.

"If you don't want to?" alya asked quietly and desperately.

"After talking with our mother to Lastri's house yah!" replied Ardi looking for the best option for her in-laws.

"Sorry dear, we have to return to Jakarta as soon as possible. I know it's heavy for you. But I don't want to be far from you. So whatever happens back home with mas yah" continued Ardi again holding Lian's hand.

Alya quietly did not approve it, but also no longer answered or refused, because it was useless. Everything will go according to Ardi.

Alya was really sad. This time she was crying and her tears came out again. As Alya's son worries about Miss Mirna who lives alone.

Seeing his wife cry made Ardi confused and claustrophobic. But he also had no choice. His heart was already adrift with his wife. Now Alya has become a deep-rooted opium in her soul.

Just a day Ardi was not with his wife made him stray like a hot worm. Where can Ardi let his wife stay in Jogja far away from him for days.

Ardi is not a soldier, sailor or male LDR fighter who is good at resisting longing. Alya must accept that, her husband is a possessive husband whose words cannot be bargained for.

Ardi is destined to be the only child who dominates. Hard-willed, almost all his desires are always fulfilled. So Alya has to come.

"Udah do not cry, come to mother" said Ardi hugged Alya.

Actually shame is said considering Alya is married. But indeed, despite being old, before marriage Alya was still spoiled and often slept with her mother.

I don't know why Lian felt so scared and sad to leave her mother. Lian had guessed her mother did not want to be invited to Jakarta. Lian's mind wandered into a black shadow that it shouldn't.

"Ehm. So you are not satisfied, the same embrace and want to sleep with Mom" answered Ardi spontaneously and a little strange.

Ardi himself a little surprised can usually be in the age of Alya mature still want to sleep with his mother.

"Lian doesn't mean that"

"Keep what?"

"Yes anyway Lian feels heavy ninggalin mother, mother is the same mas is different"

"Yes, let's take mom. You don't cry crying, I think I'm hurting you again"

Ardi stroked Lian's cheeks gently and wiped Lian's tears.

"Propathetical. Hope you're not spoiled rich mamahmu yes son. Can be dizzy papa" Inner Ardi looked at his wife who was still down and imagined his son was born.

"Udah come to mother" Ardi asked to get up from his seat.

Then they both face Miss Mirna.

"What's Mom for?" asked Ardi politely to see Miss Mirna sitting holding a thread and needle. Apparently Ms. Mirna was sewing her torn negligee.

"This is her mother's shirt torn off. Kecanthol wood fit neng kebon" replied Ms Mirna while fixing her glasses.

"If it's torn already throw away Mom, Ardi will buy it again" replied Ardi spontaneously.

Impressed to joke when Ardi is real with his words.

"Auw sick dear" said Ardi pinched his arm with Alya pas Ardi told his mother ngebuang negligee. Mirna laughed to see it.

"This is mom's favorite negligee! Nopo koe rene?" (Do you want anything?"

"Mas Ardi badhe njang Buk" Alya answered in subtle Javanese Krama while nyenggol her husband gave the code.

"About Ardi's invitation yesterday. Ardi is serious Mom! I'm coming with us to Jakarta!" ardi said politely and with great emphasis.

Ms. Mirna sighed, looking at her beloved son and her songong son-in-law. Then put the negligee and the thread.

"I'm sorry, son. I can't come with you" Ms. Mirna replied slowly.

That was Alya's guess. Ms. Mirna will be difficult to get to Jakarta. Hearing Miss Mirna's reply, Alya cried again.

Ardi was shocked to see his wife crying. Ardi's reflex grasped Alya's hand and rubbed it. While Ms. Mirna sighed and shook her head.

"Lha nopo koe?" Why are you crying?* asked Miss Mirna furious to Alya is old still crybaby. Miss Mirna felt Alya did not need to cry.

"Lian was worried that she was left alone here. I'm coming with Lian!" lian begged her mother.

"You don't have to worry, I'm nothing"

"But if mommy's why-why-how?" ask Alya again.

"Yo pray not why! Healthy mother"

"He's always saying you're healthy, you're sick, right?" answer Ms. Alya.

Both the mother and daughter asked and answered each other. Ardi chose to listen silently.

"Mother is sick is natural, mother is old Nduk. Don't think about it. I'm okay, when are you leaving?" ms. Mirna Kekeh did not want to go to Jakarta.

"Later in the afternoon Ma'am" replied Ardi briefly.

"So you cry because of this?"ma'am Mirna looked at Alya.

"Yes Mom! We thought of mom. She would not go back to Jakarta if she were not the same mother. I can't stay here long. A lot of work to be done" answered Ardi complaining to his in-laws.

"Nduuk, here mom says it" said Ms Mirna stroked the tip of Alya's knee in front of her.

"You know you're worried about your mother. But you're married, your paradise is now in your husband. Obey husband! If you want to be healthy, live happily. I'm happy that you and your family are happy too"

Ms. Mirna said slowly. Ardi listened and smiled, feeling defended by her in-laws. Alya just kept quiet.

"I intend to hire Lastri to take care of mom and accompany mom here?" sahut Ardi.

"Oh iyo's. Mom shakes her. She often goes and helps mom here" Ms Mirna felt grateful her daughter-in-law thought of her.

"Yes, ma'am, if that's my decision. I can't make maksa. But Ardi really hopes mom comes with us" replied Ardi to draw conclusions and still seduce Ms. Mirna.

"Yes Mom. Alya wants to be with her mother" continued Alya still hopes her mother wants to come along.

"When your child is born. Or if your child's monthly mother to Jakarta" replied Bu Mirna smiling.

"Creally Ma'am?" alya replied a little relieved, there is hope his mother wants to go to Jakarta.

Miss Mirna smiled. Alya hugged her mother. Miss Mirna stroked Alya warmly.

"You take care of your household. You want to be a mother. Can't go on mbok-mboken!" said Ms Mirna wisely advised Alya not to be spoiled again.

"Come" replied Alya.

"So the obedient wife is the husband. Don't keep fighting, whatever the ordeal you have to be patient and trust each other"

"Come" Alya replied again.

Ardi was relieved to see his wife smiling again. Then Ardi and Alya immediately rushed to Lastri's house. Asking her to be a friend who takes care of Ms. Mirna. Alya also bought some souvenirs. Then pack.

Anya's entourage also came home with a clean face but her clothes were wet. Then they cleaned themselves up.

Pack up and get ready, because Gunawijaya's plane is ready at 5pm. At night Anya also immediately went to work at night.