Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Moving House

"Darling, are we moving house?" I stroked her head gently.

Chaca who had been busy playing her fingers on the chest of my tray stopped for a moment. He looked at me. I took his hand and kissed him.

"Why should I move, honey? Don't you like living with Mommy and Daddy? Have you been separated for a long time?" tanyanya slow.

I let out a long breath, "It's not like that. But it's not always that we keep depending on them, honey. We also have to learn independently."

Chaca seemed to be thinking, "If I were private, of course I would have to follow wherever my husband went. But ...."

"I'll talk to Mama about it. Anyway, our house is closer to the hotel where I work" I explained.

Chaca nodded in understanding. It is actually heavy if you have to leave the two adoptive parents. But I reassured him again. Until he finally complied.

I didn't do it for no reason. I think far ahead. Every household is not always smooth. There will definitely be steep, steep roads, trials and obstacles.

And I don't want anyone else to intervene. I want to always solve every problem only with my wife. Including both my parents.

Chaca is unstable. I'm afraid he's easily influenced by other people's input. Just worry if you're going to make the wrong decision. For that I want it to be just me and Chaca.

"Why? Are you fascinated by your husband's good looks?" my God caught Chaca staring at me without blinking.

"Yes, my husband is getting good-looking" he said, hugging my stomach.

I set the roar of breath up and down which was already heating up. Every touch of Chaca always woke her up. I have no way to stop it. Except ....

"Darling," I closed my eyes.

Chaca took off her arms, she sat her body cupped to my cheeks. Both my eyes were full of the burning desire.

Unexpectedly, Chaca was getting her head closer. He even pulled my nape, then pressed his lips against mine. Of course I took over. Until we re-unite.

You were gonna take a break, but your body's like a magnet that's always pulling on me, honey.

The sweat that comes up to flow on the surface of our skin bears witness to tonight's heat struggle. The coldness of this room even bounced. Unable to penetrate our pores.

Afterwards, we fell asleep under the covers hugging each other. I kissed him and thanked him for everything he had given me.

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The next day, we were gathered at the dinner table. Mom and Dad were ready to go to their offices.

"Pa, Ma, Gandhi can ask permission?" I said slowly after the plate in front of me was empty.

"What Honey?" asked Mama to watch me carefully.

Chaca lowered her head. He was afraid to offend Mama and Papa. Papa finished his meal too. His gaze turned towards me while sipping his coffee.

"Gandhi hope Mama and Papa are not offended. Emm ... Gandhi's permission to stay at home by himself Ma, Pa," I said hesitantly squeezing my finger at the table.

As expected, Mama was so surprised. He slammed the spoon violently and left the dinner table. We all jumped in shock, Chaca did not dare to express her opinion. He agreed to support whatever I wanted.

"Why Gan?" The sentence that I had prepared the answer carefully, has now been dissolved when at a glance saw Mama shed tears.

"Pa, Gandhi was happy to be here with Mama and Papa, really. But now Gandhi's married, Pa. Papa must have understood Gandhi's intention" I assured him.

"Daddy, we will always come here" said Chaca squeezing Papa's fingers with a smile.

Papa reached into Chaca's hand and rubbed it gently. "You know, you want to be independent. But the door of this house is always wide open for you. And you have to promise to visit us often!" papa's Message.

Chaca and I looked at each other and threw a smile, we didn't think Papa would allow it. Now, just persuade Mama.

"We promise, Pa," I said with a smile.

Chaca got up and hugged Papa from behind. "Thank you Daddy, Chaca promised to come here often" he said propping his chin on Papa's right shoulder.

"Most importantly, if there's anything, call Papa. Then persuade your mother slowly. Papa left first. It's too late," said Papa then moved from his seat.

"Be careful Dad!" message Chaca kiss her hand. I also say and do the same.

Then, I asked Chaca to pack up. I approached Mama. Slowly, my feet stepped into Mama's room. Three beats of no speech from within. Maybe he didn't go to the room?

Ah, I didn't see where the step was.

"Bi, see Mama?" I asked when Bi Ratih walked in front of me.

"So it looks like it's in the park, Den," he said.

I thanked him and patted his shoulder. Then take a step towards the park. As it turned out, he was sitting pensively in a long chair behind me. I walked slowly, then hugged her from behind.

His shoulders trembled more and more, his sobbing crying back. I rubbed both his shoulders up and down. Then sit down beside him.

"Ma," called me but the middle-aged woman flinched. Still late in his crying.

I grabbed her body in my arms, hugged her tightly. There was no word of any kind, only sobs were heard.

"Don't you love Mama? Do you want to leave Mama? Do you like being close to your mom? You ...." Her crying broke even harder.

I shed tears too. I couldn't bear to see him like this. But my decision is unanimous. He was in my arms for a long time. Until it became calmer, I let go of the embrace.

"Gandhi is very dear to Mama. Not intending to leave your mother. But, now Gandhi must live the household life of Gandhi." I wiped away the tears on both of her cheeks.

"Ma, please allow Gandhi to become a more independent and responsible person to the Gandhi family, Ma. Gandhi promised to come here often" I said, holding both hands.

Mama sighed and threw it away violently. He smiled at me, cupped my cheeks and kissed me on my forehead.

"It turns out Mama forgot that Mama's son was an adult. Mama always thought you were Mama's little baby. It felt like just yesterday Mama found you, and now you have to part again," he said grudgingly looking at my two eyes alternately.

"My dear old man, Gandhi promised to come here often. Gandhi's new home is also closer to the hotel, Ma. Close to Chaca campus. May yes Ma," I said begging.

Mama seemed to think. He turned his body straight ahead. Leads to a flower bed that is always well-groomed.

"alright. Mama allow it, but there is a condition" said Mama raised her index finger right on my face with a sharp eye.

"What's the condition, Ma?" manya curious.

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