Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 185

Arya reads a message from her daughter-in-law. Her lips revealed a thin smile. Gita saw the smile of her husband who in the last few months was seen more often on the face of his handsome who had begun to wrinkle.

[Papa was also happy, you finally found a middle ground]

So the reply from Arya to Galuh through his chat. Then he put his phone on his desk again.

"I think Pa?" asked Gita who placed a glass of warm lemon water in front of her husband.

"Heum, yes Ma. Linga is indeed canceled to buy land hajj sir. But.papa had said the same Galuh. Shouldn't they just make a house next to Sekar's house? And.yes.either Lingga or Galuh apparently agreed."

Gita grabbed her husband's palm and kissed the back of her husband's hand that was no longer tight skin.

Arya knitted her eyebrows at the behavior of the grandmothers of the two grandchildren.

"Forgive us who have never understood the way papa dear to mom and our children. As a wife, the person closest to you, you better understand. But..."

"Ssssttt.papa who should apologize ma. Papa was too prestige and arrogant for many years. In fact, what is good according to papa is not necessarily good according to our mothers and children."

Gita held her head close to her husband's chest. His hands were coiled around Arya's waist. Arya herself rubbed the head of Gita who was now wrapped in hijab despite being inside the house because they both finally decided to hire people to help them both in the simple house. But at night they stayed together in the house.

"Syam sent another photo and video to Dufan with Glen. Syam seems very happy Ma!", Arya fights on his wife.

"Heum, thank goodness! Mama is also happy if Syam is happy and can enjoy his vacation there. But.mama was even more pleased, Helen received the presence of Sham in the midst of their family. Despite having to go through a lot of incidents, at least right now their relationship is much better."

The husband and wife were still chatting a lot. From the little things to the nostalgia of their children's childhood.

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"Syam wa I bang. They are on holiday in Dufan!", Galuh told her husband.

"Yes." Yeah."

The answer to Linga is very short. However, he wanted to disappoint his wife even though Syam also sent photos and videos to her.

"Oh yes Yang, how about this afternoon we take a ride on the same motorbike Ganesh?", asked Lingga.

"Mah sanes motorbike ride or bang!" said Galuh.

"Yes. means mah.. go to Yang.!" said Lingga manyun. But his hand kept moving to put some money in the envelope that had been named by his employees. Today the Lingga schedule provides salaries for its employees in the factory.

"Hehehe yes My dear brother!", woo Galuh.

Long story short, the small family rode their motorcycle measuring the village road. This is the first time Ganesh was invited ala-ala sunmori 🤣🤣🤣 by his parents. Though only one motorcycle 🤭

The three-month-old baby looks like a living doll because it wears a thick jacket plus a knit hat that covers its head. Although the road was slow, in fact the wind blew felt hit the face of the three.

"It's cold Yang, Ganesh nothing?", asked Lingga.

"That's nothing!", replied Galuh. Lingga back to slow down the speed of the vehicle. If Lingga used to travel to the factory for only five minutes, this time he had to walk slowly like a snail until it took fifteen minutes.

The arrival of his boss, the brick factory employees look enthusiastic. Moreover, they could see Ganesh's adorable face. Last saw Ganesh, the baby still looks so tiny when I was married some time ago.

Not much different from the welcome of brick factory children, in the rice mill was the same. Although the boss rarely comes, but they still work well.

After an hour of dealing with his workers, it was time for the three of them to really take a walk to enjoy the afternoon.

It was half-five in the afternoon. The sun was still clearly shining in the cool village. Sometimes they meet with neighbors. Greeting and occasionally praying Lingga do. Their motor often stops.

Enter them in a place where they were first met to culminate in becoming a married couple until now.

"Down Yang first!", invite Lingga after they stop in front of the cottage or some kind of postkamling it.

"Why Bang?", asked Galuh wonder even though he went down the motor slowly because while holding Ganesh.

Lingga parked his motorbike in a flat place and slightly away from the roadside to avoid being hit by vehicles passing on the road.

"You're nostalgic. How many years have we tried our first meeting here?", asked Lingga to his wife.

Galuh. Either he was remembering or thinking about something else.

"How many years is it bang? Eleven? Twelve years?", Galuh asked her husband.

"Neverything you forget Yang, the important thing is you don't!", said Lingga smiling. Although it had been four years in the village, they had only been to that place now. Whyyy????

Usually just passing by, never stopping like now.

"Will you be disappointed?" asked Galuh. The phallus chuckles slowly.

"That's it, why be disappointed. His name also forgets, humane Yang!", said Lingga embrace Galuh's shoulder and take him to the cottage. There is still a lot that has not changed in the old building.

Linga stared around the cottage. Still weeds and rubber trees that dominate. There are no buildings there. Whether it is a garden owned by the Government or owned by individuals. In fact, since he set foot in the village many years ago, the gaze has not changed. Only the asphalt conditions are different.

"Did you ever think of changing that building?" asked Galuh. Linga shook.

"It is not our property. You could have bought it, as a historic place for us. But...."

"But what???" asked Galuh.

"It feels arrogant when you buy things that seem unnecessary. It is not necessary or not important. But...even if someday this place switches functions, Brother's memory will still remain the same!"

Galuh smiles and reflexes tiptoes kissing her husband's jaw.

"Cowok that annoying rancor and blague is now my son's father! Though first met.. astaghfirullahaladzim!!!!", said Galuh shook his head but with a smile.

Stunned phallus rubbed the jaw that had been kissed by his wife. Although it is common like that, but places and situations make it float his mind in the past.

As the two of them dissolved into their own minds, a white-haired man smiled at the couple. Lingga and Galuh who felt like they saw the old man walking slowly with his cane also approached the grandfather.

"Hampura bah, arek kamana? Scarek?", asked Galuh to the grandfather. The grandfather just nodded slowly.

"Arek to tongoh!", he answered. Linga scratched her temple.

"Distant no? Let my husband take me. It was late afternoon!" said Galuh. The phallus doesn't mind if it has to deliver the grandfather. But...what about the child and his wife....?

"Religious. Not far away." Then the grandfather looked at the couple alternately.

"Stay together because even though your first meeting looked bad, the reality is now that you are happy despite having to go through many obstacles and pain. Never doubt destiny!", said the grandfather to review the smile and then walk back to leave the two while holding his cane.

Galuh and Lingga were both confused to hear the words of the grandfather as if he knew if the couple met in this place.

After the grandfather's back looked far away, Galuh and Linga only realized. Both of them rubbed their eyes. Making sure Grandpa was walking slowly and helped the cane know already at the top end of the road.

"Astaghfirullah Yang, is not the grandfather of man Yang?", asked Lingga to his wife.

"No!", replied Galuh.

"Lha...????", the phallus looked confused.

"Man or bang. Seagrass is not a jelema mah, kunaon?", asked Galuh.

"Good and true Indonesian cake Yang!", said Lingga lethargic.

"Yuk ah go home, hunt magrib later bang! Kasian Ganesh's. Pamali's still out for magrib."

"Yes lady Lingga.iya!", Lingga turned on his motorbike and turned towards their village.

"Our great-grandfather, must still be the abomination of Yang", chirped Lingga.

"Oh Allah bang, still discuss!", Galuh holds the shoulder of Linga in order to get on the bike. The phallus is thin.

The two-wheeled vehicle also drove, the intention of the heart wanted to greet the grandfather was a couple husband and wife did not find him. Either turn where or maybe picked up after arriving at the climbs earlier.

"What do you think?", asked Galuh patting her husband on the shoulder. Ganesh is asking for his rights despite being on a vehicle.

"It's okay Yang !"

"lik! Think grandfather was?", Guess Galuh. The phallus finally confessed.

"Positive thinking is the most invited" Galuh said. Lingga nodded slowly even though in his heart he was still curious.why????

The phallus is no stranger to the face of the grandfather. But who ???

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Sorry didn't accidentally delete 😭🙏🙏🙏