CUTS
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“Kak, comein! Next time we talk.” Firmly Anugrah then returned to drive his car leaving Iskandar sculpting himself.

As if reluctant to respond to the Anugrah problem, his parents prefer to talk with Aisyah. “What do your parents do, son?” ask Cut.

“They're doctors, Aunt.” Answer Aisha softly.

“Ouh, His grandmother Iskandar is also a doctor and his father is also a doctor.” Continuing Mr. Fahri made Aisyah confused. Rendra caught the look clearly from Aisyah's face. “I'm the father.” Rendra finally said.

“It looks like Iskandar hasn't told you much about his family huh?” Aisyah shakes. “We rarely discuss family matters, Aunt.”

“Then all this time what are you talking about?”

Aisyah smiling clumsy, “Scription, Om.” Lirih Aisyah made all her family members sigh together.

Rendra captures a different look from Iskandar and Wulan after seeing Anugrah. He couldn't possibly interrogate his son and daughter-in-law at this time. After the Zuhr, Iskandar immediately drove Aisyah back to her home.

“You stopped by?” bargain Aisyah as the car stops in front of the gate.

“Your parents are there?”

“There, sister too.”

Dreet…

“Assalamualaikum, Pa.”

“Walaikumsalam. Is, after inter-Aisyah, you can return home?” Iskandar immediately suspected that there was something serious and this must have concerned his sister.

“Good, Pa. Is direct home.”

After ending his call, Iskandar looked at the future wife. “Remanded home huh?” Iskandar nodded.

“Sorry yes can't meet your parents.” Aisyah nodded small while smiling.

“I go in first, assalamualaikum.”

“Walaikumsalam.”

Aisyah waved her hand for a while then the car that Iskandar was riding directly drove across the road to the house. The atmosphere of the living room looked tense, Pure Mother and Mr. Fahri had taken a break during the day in their room while Kak Juli also disappeared into her room. Stay here Wulan, Cut and Rendra. Not long after, Iskandar entered the house after saying greetings. He sat in front of his father.

“What happened yesterday here when we came out?” tanya Rendra looked at Iskandar's bead of eyes. While the son actually glanced at Wulan who joined there.

“I think Anugrah is depressed, Pa.” Iskandar replied then told what they had talked yesterday to his parents. Rendra sat with Cut while sighing.

“What is this Wulan? You slept in his room last night, right?”

Glegs…

Wulan choked on her own saliva. “Say, Son. He also said he would sleep in your room. What's the matter?” tanya Cut gently rubbed the back of Wulan's hand.

“I don't have to tell you anything. We've grown up and know what we want. You also do not need to regulate what food we eat. Our lives let us set.” Wulan pushed her wheelchair towards the room leaving the family. He does not share his thoughts with them.

“Just we told him to talk.” Upset Rendra.

“What does this have to do with Mama taking Anugrah's bottled drink, Pa?”

“Mama still forbid him to eat packaged food?” asked Iskandar surprised. “Not that, Ma. she's just disappointed in herself. So, we let it go first.” Rendra said ending the sudden discussion.

The day passed and Anugrah began to pack. He moved all his things to move. Wulan did not protest, he also wanted to move. He felt careless in the family who likes to arrange until the food should be arranged.

“We're pleased, Assalamualaikum.”

Just on that Sunday, Anugrah took Wulan out of her parents' house. There is no prohibition that comes out of the mouth of the mother or the father. Only tears flowed down the mother's cheeks.

“Good wishes for them, Ma.” Rendra Whisper.

Anugrah parked the car right in front of his office house. Some mothers persit seen in front of the house while smiling kindly at those who are new residents there.

“Welcome new Mother Persit, hope to be at home here.” Said one of the presses approaching Wulan who was sitting in a wheelchair.

“Thank you, Mothers. Sorry if my wife rarely follows the activities. She had to undergo therapy for her recovery.” Saying a friendly gift.

“It's okay, Sir. We understand.” After a brief conversation, Anugrah brought Wulan into the house that would be a witness to their wedding journey in the future. All have been neatly arranged both Wulan clothes and Anugrah clothes.

“This house has only two rooms. The first room we use to sleep while the second room we use to put the closet so that it is not too narrow. Do you mind sleeping in one room with me? It would be hard for me to take care of you if we slept in separate rooms. Take it easy, I won't touch you as a husband.” Wulan was unmoved, nor did she know what to say.

“I want to go shopping, you want to come?” The Anugrah has not filled the refrigerator. From yesterday he just cleaned up their stuff without having time to shop for kitchen needs.

“No,” Wulan pushed her wheelchair towards the room. He wants to put his body in bed. Anugrah followed what Wulan did. Without needing to be asked, Anugrah directly helped Wulan up the bed. At first glance, both of them were like people hugging each other.

“Buy me a notebook!” wulan said as Anugrah was about to leave the room.

“Hem,”

While in the main house, Cut was sobbing in the arms of the husband. It was unexpected that the once sweet Anugrah had now changed.

“Already, Ma. He's already big. Let him arrange his own household.” Rendra tried to comfort his wife. For him, the move of the Angrah is not something to be questioned. Although, Rendra slightly objected to the way of his son and ex.

“We are being tested against a grown boy, Do you not feel like our world is turning around? In the past, Iskandar did it but look now. When in adulthood it is very obedient and obedient to us. Anugrah is just the opposite. Try Mama think, what Papa said right?”

“Ya. Now stop crying like the soap opera you watch. Let them organize their own homes. Do you not want to pray that their move may make them closer and fall in love in the end?” Cut's smile is back on the air.

Eventually the cloud of grief that enveloped Cut's heart had disappeared, alternating with beautiful prayers for the son. Iskandar finds out that his sister has moved into his official house. From the father, he had the task of monitoring his sister and brother-in-law there. And here is Iskandar now. He visited the official house of his sister with Aisyah. More precisely Aisyah who asked to come along.

“Pak, what do we bring? Don't go empty-handed like this.”

“...” No legitimately from Iskandar's mouth.

“Pak, I no longer enter jin what is it?” For some reason, Aisyah became a bit of a bummer after meeting the Iskandar family. They are currently in one car.

“Yesterday in the hospital, you called me what?”

Well, now Aisyah understands where her fault lies. He boasted a smile glancing at the prospective husband who said the person had a flat face but he thought it was very cool.

“Ouh, I want to be called ‘Mas’? say dong! Yesterday I called it to make Anggi jealous.”

“But I like that call.”

“Alright, dear Mas Iskandar. We don't bring these hands?”

“Ck, you have dared to call me wear dear now? Where is the calm Aisyah?” ledek Iskandar was accompanied by a small smile that made Aisyah sneer at him.

“Pak, everywhere the girl must calm first to observe the opponent. Well, if it has succeeded in toppling it new deh revealed the original. Wh why? Do you mind my original? Yes we just canceled.”

Awwww….

Iskandar stopped the car suddenly to make Aisyah pushed forward. He stared intently at the girl who was stroking his chest. “You want to play me?” Ayesha is not warty. This was the first time he had seen Iskandar in the sinister bin sangar mode.

“Marriage is not a game, Ai. I did not marry without a clear determination. If you want to mess around better not with me.”

“You were a little late. If you get used to those words then after marriage it does not rule out the possibility that you will issue those words again. Words that make you women feel proud then when it happens then you regret it.”

“Do not talk with those words. Likewise with the word ‘cerai’ you women easily say divorce as if after divorce the problem will be solved by itself. I don't want my wife to be like that. Do you understand what I mean?” Aisyah just nodded her head.

Iskandar drove back to one of the bakeries. “Come down!” her word. After choosing some types of bread, the two continued their journey to the official house of Anugrah.

At his service home, the newly finished Anugrah was struggling in the kitchen. He was a soldier so things like that he was used to. While Wulan, he was busy writing in his book. Anugrah bought him a binder notebook and then a pen box.

Tok.dok…

“Assalamualaikum,” the sound of greetings on the doorstep made the two stop the activity for a moment. When Wulan was about to push her wheelchair, “Let me!” said Anugrah who had walked first to the door.

“Walaikumsalam,” Anugrah replied after opening the door and seeing who their first guest was.

“Em, sign in Kak!” said awkwardly.

“This, we don't know what to bring you.” Said Iskandar handed one plastic bread into the hands of his sister.

“Please sit! Em, this?” asked Anugrah hesitated.

“Oh yes, you have not had time to acquaintance, this is Aisyah. Your sister-in-law's candidate!” Aisha flanked her hands on her chest facing Anugrah, and she walked over to Wulan. “How are you, Ma'am?” aisyah asked kindly as she extended her hand.

“Good, Brother. I'm still 20 years old. Brother call name aja!” wulan said slowly. Aisyah smiled kindly then sat down near Wulan. Iskandar himself followed Anugrah to the kitchen. He monitored the contents of his sister's kitchen carefully.

“What Brother Papa sent to see me?” tanya Anugrah while putting the pieces of baso and mushrooms in the pot.

Iskandar chuckled and pulled the chair over to eat. “Don't use your instincts on me! I was just wondering what your life was like with that girl with Mama Papa.”'s help

“When are you married? Is she the girl who made you warm?” Iskandar ignored the ledge of his sister.

“I'll let you know when it's time!”

In the living room of the official house, two girls were having a warm conversation while occasionally chuckling. “This is all your song creation?” tanya Aisyah looked at the contents of Wulan's book.

“Iya, Brother.”

“Great, you know? From here you can make money. Well, you will be rich if these songs boom.”

“Amin, I should have plans for my future after recovery later.” Aisyah smiled warmly looking at Wulan. “May you always be happy and your future bright as bright as your soul. If I get married later, you contributed a song yes!”

“When, Brother?”

“Now, I don't know yet.”

“I don't promise, Brother. Maybe I'm not here anymore.”

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