
Early in the morning, Adisti and Bramasta had gone to the main house. No breakfast in the apartment, but in the main house.
Just stepping into the living room door, Bramasta's leg was hit by Eric's corn-haired stock.
Eric chuckles as Bramasta lifts his body.
“Akeh.. Akeuh Bam's!_uncle..Uncle Bram!”
“Whoa.. You are getting heavier now.”
Eric hugged Bramasta tightly around the neck while soaring his body. Bramasta cheeks kissed him, more precisely the dikulum. Leaving traces of Erick's saliva wet on both Bramasta's cheeks.
“Pips only, Ok? Not my nose. Uncle still remembers your bite a few hours before Uncle became a bride.”
Eric. Lips throbbing. Adisti laughed at the interaction of the two.
Hearing Adisti's voice, Eric turned his head. His hand immediately stretched out to Adisti while smiling widely.
“OTi..Oti Tis's.._Aunty.. Aunty Dis_”'s
“Nggak..sama Uncle Bram just carried it. Poor Aunty Disti. Eric weight.” Bramasta hugged Eric.
Eric was angry.
“No... Akeuh Bam's. Ei..Oti Tis.!”
“No way..” Bramasta keeps Eric away from Adisti.
“Ih.. have already Bang.. Poor Eric. Eric Kangen Aunty Disti huh?” adisti's hands are jawil-jawil jemari Eric.
Eric nodded.
“Weight, Dear.” Bramasta finally handed over by force Erick's body that had been tilted toward Adisti.
“No yes, Eric yes.. Childhood handsome kayak gini kataain ndut anyway by Uncle.?”
“Who said Eric was fat?” layla's voice from the direction of the stairs made them turn their heads in unison.
“Tuh.” Adisti pointed at Bramasta with his chin.
Layla looked fiercely at her sister.
“Bram just talking about Eric getting heavier.”
“Mmmmm... Mmmmh.” Eric rubbed Adisti's cheeks. Adisti chuckles.
“No... Eric. She is mine,” Bramasta clucked. Move your index finger to the right and left in front of Eric.
“Oti Tis's... Ei.”
“Can't kiss Aunty Disti, Ok? Only Uncle can kiss Aunty. Eric's? No!”
Eric's eyes are condensing. Her lips split and then widened. Not how long was the sound of Eric's crying.
“Issh Brother what the hell?” Adisti patted Eric on the back to stop crying.
“Eric finished kissing Disti..”.
Layla came while pinching her sister's arm.
“That kiss Disti it pounded Lu. He is also not 3 years old. Very happy to be uncle?”
“Sick Brother!”
“Biarin!” Layla persuades Eric, “Honey breakfast near Opa pool.. See fish.”
“Ika.. Fis.” Eric nodded
.
“Mommy.. Disti helpin ya?” Disti approaches Mommy who is busy in the pantry.
“Already spun dear.. Mommy just finished the seasoning machine that was just used.”
Bramasta stared at the dishes that had been served at the dining table. Then approached his wife.
“Buk Wife make a salad like yesterday dong.” Bramasta put his chin on his wife's shoulder.
“Why? There's plenty of food on the table.”.
“But if there is a salad made by Buk Wife it feels more afdhol.”
“Salad what the hell?” ask Mommy while carrying a pitcher containing orange juice, “Make it aja Dis, than your husband is fussy.”
Adisti laughed and opened the fridge in the pantry. Pick and take ingredients for the salad. Fortunately Mommy's refrigerator looks like a department store: one-stop.
There was Indra's voice in the living room.
“Ndra, join breakfast yes,” call Mommy from the direction of the dining room.
Indra yelled at Mommy then saw Adisti who was stirring the sauce mixture for the salad.
“Cooking, Bu?” Indra Goda.
“Not cooking, just making salad. Tuh, Mr. Boss asked to make salad even though the breakfast menu is also a lot.”
“Wah.. fun dong.. I also want to go to Dis.”
Daddy pulled his head through the pantry bar.
“It looks good. Daddy also wants.”
Adisti nodded his head.
“Disti makes a lot of kok.”
The breakfast atmosphere in the main house dining room was very lively. Especially with the arrival of Indra.
It was almost 06:30 when the three of them said goodbye to Mommy and Daddy as well as to the wives.
“Iya Bang.. Disti.”
Bramasta holds his wife while whispering, “Do not make Pak Husband jealous.”
Adisti looked pushy at her husband, “Pak Husband brought so much this morning?”
Bramasta chuckled and then kissed his wife's forehead briefly.
“Abang go first yes.. Assalmu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam.” Adisti looked at Indra, “Bang Indra take the car carefully yes. Take the patient.”
Bramasta and Indra chuckled.
“Gak. Let's get things done quickly. Can't lie down, it hurts so much.” Leon said with his eyes.
“Shirt change has been brought, Bang?” ask Indra.
Leon nodded.
“OK..we go first yes..Babay Eric.”
“I think I can only sleep in the car seat deh,” said Leon, “Sitting like a gini, I feel comfortable. No pain as when lying on bed.”
“Ya I slept first. Later when it arrives, we wake up,” Indra bend the steering smoothly.
Leon nodded while yawning. Not how long did the soft snoring sound from Leon.
“Padahat we see the action against the robbers is very heroic indeed. Unexpectedly, Bang Leon was injured like that,” Bramasta check his salary.
“It looks like the injury was due to gore a stocky criminal with his shoulder. Crazy.the body is like a kebo. Pantesan Bang Leon kesleo.”
“Lu already called the mamang masseur who handles Ivory first?” ask Bramasta.
Indra nodded, “Come straight in the morning. Because if it's a bit bad luck, you have to wait first, the patient is a lot.”
Bramasta.
About an hour later they arrived in Cililin. Several houses in a row of streets put up large planks in front of his house as a Cimande fracture expert.
Indra turned on the turn lights, began to enter a high roofed house with a fairly large yard.
“Still the same yes, nothing has changed,” Bramasta let go of his sunglasses.
“Bang Leon.” Bramasta wiggles Leon's feet, “We've arrived. Bang. wake up..”
Indra seang spoke with Mamang Urut who handled Ivory first. Bramasta helps Leon get out of the car.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Mang.” greet Bramasta.
Leon's face was pale. Worry was clearly on his face.
“Wa’alaikumusalam.” Mang Urut salami Bramasta, “Masyaa Allah. Celebrity arrival euy.”
Bramasta just chuckles.
“Mamang unexpected, Den Bramasta in question is Bramasta who often appears in tipi..”
“Ah, regular aja Mang.” Bramasta touched Leon's arm, “My brother and sister Kesleo's shoulder, Mang. Please treat yes Mang.”
“Euleuh.. bule ning_Kok bule_?” Mama Urut smiled at Leon.
“Sumuhun Mang. Bule half, Mang.”
“Eh, tiasa nyarios Sunda, ning_Eh, how can you talk Sundanese?_” Mamang Massage surprised.
“Pan abdi bule satengah. Satenganna deui original Bandung, Mang.” Leon opened a sampir jacket on his shoulder to cover his arm that was wearing a cloth sling.
“Calebet_Yuk mango wood.please enter_"..” Mamang Urut let them in.
“Akang Bule, calik didieu._sit here.._” Mamang Urut designates bamboo lacquered cots.
Leon nodded. He looks scared and scared. His fingers held the bag he used to bring to the gym center, the bag where his clothes were changed.
“Siniin her bag, Bang. You enjoy the massage Mamang. We both watch.” Indra nodded at Leon.
“Awas if there is a midioin.” Leon threatened fiercely, "No video!"
“Nggak Bang.kan there is no Disti or Agung here. They are both paparazzi. Anton who became sexy official documentation also does not exist.” Bramasta.
Leon nodded. Start taking off the shirt carefully. Indra helped take off her hand sling. The lump on the shoulder from the hospital was removed by Indra.
Mamang Urut started preparing a small dish and then poured oil from the bottle of brown soy sauce. The aroma of the massage oil is striking. It smells strong and bad. Indra and Bramasta frowned.
“What oil is Mang? It smells really good,” asked Leon.
The Indonesian pronunciation of Leon is French-accented while when he speaks Sundanese, there is absolutely no French accent.
“Cimande Oil. Sawios bau ge, sing important mah cageur_Biarin smell too, which is important mah healed._” replied Mamang Urut.
Leon shifted his body away from Mamang Urut as he began to close his eyes and spoke basmalah and read al fatihah.
“Hissh... naha far away Kang, calikna?_Hissh... Why did Kang sit far away?_”
Bramasta and Indra chuckled and then grinned together. Bramasta blinked his eyes at Indra. Indra nodded. Then the two smiled broadly.
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***
Hayoo Babang Bram and Babang Indra want to do this using the code of twinkling all eyes.
Flippant Bang?
😁😁