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XMAS278. Perfect happiness (TAMAT)
"Well, four pieces of bread I ate, Cendol! The length of time you cook, I'm starving" exclaimed Givan, walking towards the kitchen.
"Yes, Mas. This is, want to mature," replied Canda also exclaimed.
Givan got behind his wife who was struggling with a skillet, he looked at the cuisine he asked his wife. Apparently, his expectations are quite in accordance with the perfect immature cuisine. However, Givan did not guarantee the taste.
Indeed Canda used to cook light dishes, such as stir-fry and vegetables. It doesn't feel too broken either, according to Givan. However, if his wife is ordered to cook dishes that contain a lot of spices. Givan wasn't very hopeful about the taste.
Plaque....
"Well!" Givan hit the back of his wife.
Canda. "Shock, Mom! Just play pat." Canda glanced at her husband sharply.
"Pulen," he said small, by rubbing his wife's back part using pressure.
"Yes that!" Canda even boasted of himself in contrition.
She knew her husband was not good at praising her. But, she was quite pleased with the small praise from her husband.
"If the meat is delicious, open the sale?" Givan moves to make sweet tea in a teapot.
"No need for me." Givan chuckled crisply at his wife's answer.
"Hopefully I'm not cooking this meal, rather than being told to sell it later." Givan's laughter grew louder, hearing the continued words of his wife.
"Joking, Cendol! After all, when is your cooking good?" Givan put sugar in a small pitcher.
"Well!!!" Canda frowned, glancing at her husband.
Givan's laugh came back, he looked so happy and happy with his wife like this.
"You don't eat your own cooking. I once thought, if you give poison in your cooking." Givan moves to pour hot water.
"Not unattractive, but full nyicipin tuh. So you already know what it's like, it's not appetizing first," I joked later.
"Yes, because the cooking is bad. Hence, to the point of no taste." Back, Givan unravels his wife.
"The fad is right! It's kind of delicious to cook!" Canda looked at her husband for a moment.
"It's not good either, but I'm good, Canda." Givan raised his eyebrows perverted.
His hand moved stirring the sweet tea in the small teapot using a spoon.
"Huh! It feels so-so." Canda refocused on his cooking.
What he meant was the sweet tea, not what Givan had in mind. Of course it's different, because Givan relented to the adult thing.
"But you've been impregnated many times!" Emotions hooked.
Canda looked confused. "Who? What does that have to do?" He frowned.
Givan immediately understood, apparently his mind path and his wife's mind path were different. He chose not to prolong his emotions, because his wife had no power to understand her husband's intentions.
Canda put her shoulder to shoulder, she felt her husband was strange.
After so many trials and problems that made their dreams crack. Finally, happiness follows with repetition.
Since the problems were solved one by one, the love of Givan and Canda is getting stronger. In fact, not infrequently Givan often said his love for his wife.
The healthy and perfect growth of her children, the warmth of the family and the intimacy between siblings, make their lives both feel full of blessings and benefits.
That perfect happiness, too, did not just approach the two of them. Ghavi's economic stability, Gavin's busy life and Gibran's happiness with his life partner were felt after months of worry and tears.
Gavin's tiredness was paid for perfectly, because his ginger field was harvesting to his liking. For the first time, he immediately plunge to process the ginger harvest to be extracted and used as a health drink.
Not to mention the babble of his son, who can already say the name 'yah' for him. He felt tired of having a purpose, to live and organize his son's future.
Although he was away from his family, Gavin often made video calls to interact with his daughter and did not forget to share his story with those closest to him.
Gibran's marriage, which took place after the first three months he arranged his business, was immediately presented with a red line that made his happiness increase. Prudent and prayerful, he moored for his son who grew up in his wife's womb.
Grateful for him, because his parents continue to support and help him take care of his household who still do not understand anything. But from there he learned. He continues to learn to be able to organize everything alone, with the economy that he continues to improve.
Although he felt enough, his wife was not lacking either. But, he felt he needed to expand his efforts for their future. Because he realized, that today he was still hitchhiking at his parents' house.
The combination of Ghavi's children and his other brothers pleased all members of the family because they did not feel there was a wall between them. Familiarity and warm greeting, join the daily life of all of them.
Givan felt the responsibility was a little light. However, he should not be happy because his struggle is still long. He realized, his children will just enter the adult phase.
He remembered how the process had reached that phase, with the twists and turns of the journey and the experiences he had. One thing he learned from the thing he experienced himself, that is, never be free to control his children.
Although he believed his children did not lack the knowledge and religion that he gave. However, he was sure that obstacles were already blocking him in front.
He does not know how his children will live in the future with their own choices. He could not guess what kind of problems and obstacles his children would experience, but now he had thought about how about his daughters in the future because of his actions first.
His worries could be great, if he let his guard down just a little. Understanding and understanding continue to be given, especially for the first boy who will bear a big responsibility. Because, he is the guardian of his sisters and also the eldest of his wife. Although he had one eldest daughter, but the state of the child born without marriage certainly does not have a strong right to the nasabnya that does not go down to the daughter.
He did not want the story first, the story of his brothers first, down to his children. He wants his children to be happy according to his hopes and prayers. He wants, his children get success like his intention for the blessing of his efforts.
His happiness increased, when his youngest son who he used to worry about because it was so small. Now he can hold his footsteps, by hugging his legs when he wants to leave.
The face of his youngest son who is so similar to himself, makes it heartless if the child cries him. Although he was not bored, he gave an understanding, that he had to go to check the work. However, his son's cries were still able to prevent him from leaving.
At least he understood that was the first love of his daughters. He was happy because it would not make his children beg for love from other men out there.
But still, he worries about unfairly sharing his love for his daughters. So that envy and escape into another heart, for the love of his daughters to him.
"Mas, grip," his wife's little whimper as they walk together, it's always her point of understanding that it's the mecca of her little family.
One step he walked in the wrong direction, then it would be followed by his children and his wife. Carefulness and vigilance, make him increasingly make himself make changes both for himself and his small family.
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