Forced to marry her
76. Rujak made Mom.

Vera closed her eyes to sleep.

Just minutes later, Vera fell asleep in An's arms.

An embrace can make his heart comfortable and safe.

The day began in the morning, An had woken up first and then washed his face and continued cooking.

An indeed live a kara, besides handsome An is also deft in everything, He is also good at cooking lo.

Selesei cook An immediately took a shower and dressed neatly.

An approached Vera who was still fast asleep in bed. He rubbed his hair and woke him up.

"Darling, let's wake up it's noon." He sounded soft in Vera's ears.

Slowly Vera opened her eyes and stretched out her arms, shaking her head right and left.

"For Sister!" Sweep it with a hoarse and soft voice.

"Why are you neat, do you want to work today?" Vera asked because she was surprised to see An this early.

"Today is Sunday so I'm off, take a quick shower and let's have breakfast!" an replied while making his bed.

"I'm still sleepy." Vera again laid her body because she was reluctant to get up let alone take a shower.

"You girls so don't be lazy to get up early, get up or I'll shower you." An deliberately threatens Vera to get Vera up and take a shower.

An pulls the blanket over Vera's body and lifts Vera down in the bathroom.

"Pick a shower." His order.

She closed the door and returned to her bed.

An sat down while playing his phone, not long after Vera returned and changed clothes.

Vera splashed her body in An's lap.

He rubbed An's beard which still looks thin.

"Sister, why don't you have a mustache?" Tempt Vera with a sly smile.

An put his phone on the table and lowered his gaze.

He smiled and kissed Vera on the lips.

"I don't like having a thick mustache, because I'm young." The answer.

An rubbed Vera's cheeks gently and then stroked her hair.

"It's not that guys have whiskers that are cool and look more mature" he asked again.

"One's maturity is not because of a thick mustache but the maturity of the person is shown from here" An replied while pointing at the temple of his head.

It means the maturity of a person is shown from the pattern of thinking is not from the age or thick or thin mustache.

"He'em I understand." Vera got up from An's lap and sat down beside him.

"What did you cook?"

"You can see at the dinner table." An answered and then pulled Vera's hand and walked towards the dining table.

"Wau.. It must be delicious." Vera immediately took her favorite rice and chicken soup.

Without waiting for long Vera immediately scoops and puts it in her mouth, nyam.

Earlier An cooked vegetable chicken soup, potato sauce and fried gurami Vera's favorite.

An's cooking is quite comfortable on Vera's tongue. Vera who does not like spicy immediately fell in love with An cuisine.

" It turns out you're a cook pinter too." Vera smiled as she played her eyes.

Vera scoops him back and chews him back.

"Not really, just can." Answer An low.

An and Vera are enjoying the food, in contrast to Diandra and Kafka are busy choosing a name for their baby later.

After finding a suitable name they finally went to Ms. Laila's house.

Diandra had not visited his parents for a long time.

Before going Diandra buy souvenirs at his home cake shop.

Not to forget He also bought some kind of fruit wrapped pretty into one like a parsel Lebaran.

Diandra looks happy when she will meet her parents.

When they arrived at their parents' house, they immediately greeted and entered.

Mother, Father and Susana look happy with the presence of Diandra and Kafka.

From morning Mom and Susan had been cooking specially to greet them.

"Darling, how are you and your husband?"

Ask Bu Laila while holding Diandra's hand.

His eyes sparkled to see the cheerful face of Diandra and changed to look at Kafka alternately.

"Healthy Mom, how are Mom and Dad?" Reply Diandra with a glance towards his father.

"Mom and Dad are healthy too, son!" answer Miss Laila.

Father who used to be ugly and cold towards Diandra, now Dad actually looks warm and familiar with his daughter and daughter-in-law.

Dad and Kafka were sitting in the backyard playing chess.

Diandra and Laila's mother looked at their familiarity.

"Mom, look at Dad and Kafka, they look good." Vera looked towards her father and smiled widely.

"Yes, Son. No matter how hard the hearts of parents, it will surely melt if it is in time. He won't be able to hate you forever, 'cause basically your dad's heart can be good, too, all thanks to your patience, son." Answer Ms. Laila sendum

"Yes, Mom!"

From the back of Susana came after finishing arranging food on the table.

"Mom, breakfast is ready." Susana told her mother.

Diandra immediately stood up and called her father and husband to breakfast together.

The father who had been busy with his chess finally stood up and followed his daughter's steps.

"Darling, I almost won, but unfortunately we're having breakfast so I lose again." Say it while putting rice in his mouth.

"Since when you've won, you've lost." Susana Sahut.

"Well, you're making me lose my taste." replied Dad.

They laughed when they heard Father and Son arguing over differences of opinion.

They were finally able to gather together and also laugh together. The thing that Diandra longed for is now answered.

They can accept the presence of Dianrda, it's all thanks to the patience and kindness of Diandra and also Raffa while still alive.

Diandra stopped his activities and rubbed his lips with a tissue.

He glanced at his mother and father who had been joking.

"Dad, Mom, I'm pregnant" said Diandra softly.

Mom and Dad stopped chewing, staring at each other in turn.

"You pregnant?" bu Laila asked in surprise but was happy to hear of her daughter's pregnancy.

"Alkhamdulillah, sir, we want to have grandchildren." Ms. Laila was so happy that she hugged her husband.

"Because, Mom, we want to have grandchildren. I can't wait to see it, and our grandchildren will call us Grandpa and Grandma, Mom." I am also happy with the news.

"Son, you're great. You're good at making your in-laws fun, eventually your efforts are not in vain." Dad rubbed the back of the soft kafka.

"Of course dong, whose daughter-in-law you used to be, daddy is lo." replied Kafka confidently.

They laughed again at Kafka's reply.

They were already impatiently waiting for the presence of little Kafka. Little Kafka will definitely look cool later, a blend of handsome Kafka and beautiful Diandra.

Huh, the author just can't wait to see the face of their baby later.

After eating, they gathered in the living room, Kafka and Dad went back to playing chess.

The angels are busy gossiping.

Suddenly Diandra wants to eat rujak.

"Mom, hot-hot gini must be good to eat rujak." Diandra said while playing her eyes hoping that Mother would make the voice she wanted.

"Do you want rujak, yes already if so Mother made it first yes." Mother immediately in action and ready to knead the spice rujak in Susana's help.

Diandra just sat down while looking at the movements of her Mother and Sister's body.

Susana did not allow her sister to do any work.

"Sister, do you have a guy?" Ask Diandra in between her brother's busyness.

Uhuk...Uhuk..Uhuk..

Susana immediately coughed as Diandra asked about the guys.

"What the hell are you, I'm still in college so why think guys, I don't have guys yet but I don't want to look for guys either." Answer Susana glagapan. Susana lowered her gaze to hide the shame.

So far Susana prefers to help her mother take care of the boutique rather than having to think of a guy. He just wanted to repay all the kindness of his mother that he had ignored all along.

Diandra's saliva has filled his mouth cavity, can't wait to quickly eat his mother's artificial voice.

"Huh, it must be delicious to make Mom." He said while swallowing his saliva.

Susana brought the pot in front of Diandra and put it on the table.

"Please eat young pregnant women." Tempta Susana while feeding her Sister.

"How does it feel, what's it like?"

Nyam, sniffle, sniffle,,

"So big brother, sueger puol anyway."Diandra really enjoyed it let alone Susana who bribed him.

Father and Kafka only looked at it from a distance while smiling faintly.

"Look at them, if you've eaten a meal until you forget that we're here" said Dad, patting Kafka on the shoulder.

"Yes Dad, you want to run?" Ask Kafka.

"I don't like spicy so rarely eat rujak, let's play again." Dad does like to play chess, very suitable with Kafka who does like to play chess from the past.

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