Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 77

Linga and Puja sit on the back porch overlooking the garden. Don't have neighbors? Got it anyway, it's just a little distance a few meters from there.

"So don't listen, you joined the village road from the front huh?", asked Puja.

"Heem!", replied the phallus briefly.

"Ckk....you no longer mode right? Nyari sympathizer to choose you to be RT kek lurah kek?", asked Puja smiling wryly.

"Hahaha what's it for? Sorry brother, I'm not interested in bureaucracy and the like. Let them work according to their field, and I with my field!", replied Lingga.

"You're a graduate of international relations from Canada Ga, when there was no such intention?"

"Sister! That's not our field. No need to discuss the business that we do not know!", replied Lingga.

"Keep your field what? The culinary? A retail? Agrobusiness? The groceries? Building raw materials? What other field?", asked Puja.

"The title is business! But it's not a business like papa and Kak Puja go for."

"Heum, um!", said Puja.

"Gini brother! The principle of my business and Galuh tuh gini. We are entrusted to have a windfall field from different fields. Wh why? Thank God, because God believes that we can keep His trust."

Puja knitted both of his eyebrows.

"If in entrepreneurship the business is thought only profit loss only, forever we will still feel less and always less even though our property is as mountainous!"

Puja is still listening and listening to 'wejangan' the sister.

"We are grateful to be given the opportunity to open jobs for others. Maybe right, the salary we give them doesn't make them rich. But it could at least help their survival, though not entirely."

"And about the road that you discussed earlier, it's actually a common thing. I myself also use it as a way for our business mobility. So, don't be as if I'm very meritorious to have made that path good. Because what? The good we do will return to ourselves."

"Kak Puja knows amal jariyah?", asked Lingga. Puja silent, his knowledge is still below average despite being born from a Muslim family. Unfortunately, neither his mother nor his father was a devout Muslim who taught his children a strong religion.

"The reward will continue to flow even if the charitable giver has died during what is practiced."

"Gery is very concerned about the same charity died!" said Puja shuddering in horror. The phallus chuckles slowly.

"The death of a person can be bargained for? Later, then?", asked Lingga to his brother. Puja looked at Lingga.

"Is the presence of Galuh so meaningful and influential to your life Ga?"

Linga nodded.

"Western thirst, Galuh is the water that cools and quenches the thirst in my life."

"I know nothing of my purpose in life, as if I had found someone I would be a role model to. From there, I learned a lot. I learned to be a good husband for Galuh, brother and father for Sham, and."

Puja was really fascinated by everything Lingga said. He felt slapped, during his life what did he get other than worldly life like the teachings of the papa???

In the middle of the conversation, suddenly....

"Neng!", screeches of Mumun's bik made Puja and Lingga turn to the origin of the sound.

"Yang!", cried Lingga while running.

"Galuh!", Puja was no less panicked because he saw Galuh who almost strayed because of a slip-up.

But as it turns out, Arya held her daughter-in-law's body until Galuh was caught in her arms.

Galuh was surprised and closed his eyes. He resigned if he fell slipping. But it turns out there is someone who swiftly caught his body until he did not fall to touch the floor.

"Astaghfirullah!", Galuh still did not open his eyes. I don't know, his heart's beating just like that. Fear of falling and....

Slowly opened his eyes. The first sight he saw was his father-in-law. He was in a condition where his waist was in the arms of his father-in-law.

What pose is this??? Galuh feel bad for himself. Not because there is a lust or a how-to feeling, but ...Galuh is well aware that his relationship with the father-in-law is not good.

Lingga approached his wife with a panicked face.

"Well, you're nothing, are you? Is anyone sick?", asked Lingga while examining his wife's body.

"I-I have nothing!", said Galuh still stammered. Then he looked towards his father-in-law.

"Thank you..sir..eum.... pa-pa! It has helped me!", said Galuh still with a trembling and stuttering voice. Linga and Puja turned to her papa.

"Other times be careful. You're bringing another life in your stomach! Don't be careless, I don't want to lose my granddaughter anymore!", hardened Arya with her typical rude voice. After that he left the four people who had been surprised by the clash of Arya.

"Excuse papa Yang!", said Lingga hugging Galuh. Galuh also returned her husband's embrace.

"What is to be forgiven from papa?", asked Galuh, looking up. But only up to the neck of the phallus.

Bik Mumun chose to stay away from the three adults.

"Abang sama brother Puja did not cry before papa said what?", asked Galuh while turning to his brother-in-law who was standing next to Lingga.

"Papa scolded you because you were careless! I see!", said Puja. He was still not good with his papa's attitude towards Galuh.

"Yes, Brother actually wants to reply to papa's words. But papa's going!", continued Lingga.

"Indeed you didn't hear me when you said you didn't want to lose another grandchild?", Galuh asked as he broke his arms again.

Puja and Lingga throw one another a glance. They focused too much on the clash of their papa against Galuh to the point of not hearing if his papa said as Galuh had said.

Linga and Puja compactly shook their heads. Galuh also smiled.

"Papa accepts the presence of our son Bang. Trust me the same! I'm sure, papa will be devastated when our son is born. Bend papa don't you misunderstand. Instead papa said so because he was worried about me and the utun, Bang!", Galuh rich with a smile.

Puja let out a long sigh, she thought that her sister-in-law was thinking too positively of her papa. Even though he is the only child who is difficult to believe if his father can do good and can change for the better.

Not wanting his wife to be mistaken because of Lingga's different thoughts with him, Lingga tried to smile.

"We go to the room again! Then I'll get together again. It's still raining!", Pinta Lingga. Galuh also agreed.

"Sister, we go to the room first. Brother Puja also went back to his room or watch TV in front!", said Lingga.

"It's easy, brother finished the coffee first!" said Puja.

After saying goodbye to Puja, Lingga took Galuh's hand to his room. The wall clock has shown almost two in the afternoon.

Because the rain is still heavy, the activities of those who are accustomed to being outside are limited. Even Sekar and Syam have not been out of the room since lunch.

"Abang!", call Galuh when both are in the room.

"What dear?", Lingga helped Galuh remove her headscarf.

"Later.we try to talk to papa yuk! I changed my mind! I don't think.papa is as bad as we thought!", said Galuh, leaning his head against the chest of the phallus. Linga rubbed his wife's distended stomach.

"You sure? Brother is just afraid that later papa will speak badly and hurt you again. Brother it's okay if papa insulted Brother, but you can't accept that papa keeps insulting you Yang!", Lingga hugged his wife tightly.

"Khusnudzon! Let's try it first! Might as well...God did send papa here so that our relationship with him improved. Papa's words in the past have been very painful. But..."

"Pssstttt!", Linga covered Galuh's lips with her index finger. The two eyes stared at each other.

"Enough Which. Brother did not want to hear the spicy sentences from papa at that time!", said Lingga slowly in front of his wife's forehead. Occasionally the Linga peaked the top of Galuh's head.

"I was thinking papa's words earlier bang. Not a matter of snapping papa, but the words of papa who does not want to lose his grandson-again! That means..then papa also felt the loss of his first grandchild right bang?", Galuh drowned his head into the overdraft neck Lingga that felt warm. Especially when Lingga spoke, the vibration of his vocal cords could be heard by Galuh.

Galuh often does not believe if he has a husband as handsome and as good as Linga. At the beginning of the meeting, they were like mice and cats. But who would have thought they were a match until now, and hope until old age of course.

Linga rubbed Galuh's head, slightly lowered until their faces were close together. Then briefly, Lingga kissed his wife's lips.

"If papa feels affection for his grandson, our child will definitely help the cost of care for you and our child. But actually?"

The couple took a long breath together. The two heads are different. But both do not think to be selfish, forcing each other's thoughts.

Did they never fight? Of course I have! No household is foolhardy without quarrels even though it is only a small quarrel.

"It's only two o'clock, bobo first noon?", asked Lingga.

"Yes, what else? Main hp ge bosen Bang!", said Galuh spoiled hugging her husband's waist.

"Kirain Abang wants to sweat again!" said Lingga. If someone else is talking, it might feel normal. But if the phallus speaks like that, it means something else! And Galuh understands.

"There was no time in the wind! Fear the stream faster!", said Galuh.

"Good dong, is it so spit in the love of the sister again?", joked Lingga.

"Abang! This one has not been born yet has a plan to love adek??? Really?" said Galuh feigning anger. But eventually the two just chuckled together and finally decided to take a nap, take note! Just a nap ....

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