Gannaya, My Adore
GMA 2: Don't Fight.

The theme of this time, Gana decided to take the color pink nude as a lebaran uniform for her small family. Like the holiday that they have spent years, for the main Eid dress, Gana will bring a subscription fashion designer to come home, talk about the design of the clothes he will choose for himself, he said, husband and children. Because at the time of Eid, with uniform clothes, they will do family photos.

As for the other Eid clothes, which may be worn on the second or third day, Gana will take her children and her husband to a shopping center or boutique.

"Pink time, Deck. Not maco dong," as always Ammar. Gana was discussing with Ms. Sandora, the famous fashion designer of the class Adjie Notonegoro.

Sandora's mother chuckled, but Gana snorted lazily. "Yesterday Brother said it was up to Adek, now complete. How's 'sih?"

"And there are still many other colors, can be black, moss green, silver---"

Ammar's voice came to a halt as Gana's eyeballs widened in horror. "It's up to you, Adek. Brother come along," said Ammar and Sandora's mother laughed again. Ammar lost, he was afraid of his wife.

"Well, yes, holidays wear black, there's-there's aja, brother, tuh!" grunting Gana, he again stared at the model design in the catalog sheet that he had been looking back and forth.

Ammar who sat on the single sofa living room no longer meet, he could only listen to what his wife wanted to the fashion designer.

"Blue skies are good, too, Ma'am." Sandora's mother offered, she showed a color on another dress model.

"Well, good, though. Sky blue, sunny ...." Ammar is back.

Gana looked up at Ammar and smiled, to which Ammar also smiled. Looking at the beautiful face of Gana who was wearing a home veil. "What's the yellow, Bang?" ammar's and Sandora's smiles dimmed. Especially Ammar, he thought this woman was smiling because she agreed with him and Sandora's mother.

Know if yellow is his favorite color, Ammar can not dodge. Just look for the eyes if you refuse.

"Yes, can be," replied Ammar.

"But we've got some yellow uniforms, huh, Bang?" tanyakanya.

Ammar smiles, he agrees. "Other colors, honey. Who goes into the children, too" he replied.

"Isn't that yellow suitable for kids, Bang? Bright and bright. Not too dear we lined up in the photo wearing the color uniform, must be very memgegegegemesin."

"Yes, like a banana lined up in a river."

"TAIY dong!" grunts Gana annoyed.

"Not it." Ammar.

"Continue what? The banana in the river must be TAYYI!" Gana glared her eyes, she pinched her husband's arm.

"That's mah molen, the color sometimes there is ijo, yellow mixed brown. Sometimes there is a solid, liquid or dregs doang--" rush Ammar to silence his mouth, when the wife wants to throw a sofa pillow at him.

"How dare I be the same, brother! We will again discuss clothes why so discuss tayii anyway!" decaknya.

Ammar. "The one who originally discussed tayii was you .. Yes, yes, yes, go." Ammar quickly got up from the sofa as Gana glared her eyes while pointing towards the room.

"I'm sorry, yes, Mom. My husband is a prankster. I can't remember her age, but she's old" Gana said in a tinge of shame to Sandora's mother.

Ammar pursed his shoulders, he knitted his eyebrows with a thud on his lips. "Still young like this is old." he murmured.

Gana's opponent was grinning the horse. "It's okay, Ma'am. I've memorized it every year like this."

"Even so sweet, the marriage feels youthful continue ..." God again.

Gana smears a knotty smile. "Thank you, yeah, Mom."

"Together, Ma'am," he replied.

"Oh yes, Mom. I almost forgot to order clothes for my parents and my husband's parents. The model is the same, the color is also, specifically for the parents of men, the shape of the long gamis is just that, yes, ma'am." this year, this year, ammar and Gana bought Lebaran clothes for their parents.

"Don't forget the turban, Dek," Ammar added.

"Yes, Mom. The torment is also."

"For kids, anyone want to be changed? Or want something extra?"

"Salves, Deck. Make Alda ...," said Ammar.

"Oh okay, peci." Sandora's mother repeats and wants to write on her agenda.

"Dragon!" sulk Gana, again glared at her husband. He attacked Sandora's mother. "No, Ma. Alda's a daughter, my youngest child. My husband was just joking around" Gana explained.

"Make Aidan mean, Deck. Your nose was sprained,"

Gana just tilted her lips.

"For my girls, make it with her hijab, yes, Mom. If it's for a boy, make a peci. Well, if it's for my husband, make a scarf. Make it around the neck" joked Gana. Both women were also chuckling. Ammar could only shake faintly.

"Good, Ma'am. I will prepare everything. So the fix, yeah. The model is like this and it's yellow?" Sandora's mother pointed to one of the designs that Gana had set at the beginning and reminded her of the color.

"Would you like pink nude? Like a wish?" he reminded when Gana's face looked still doubtful.

Gana nodded, and Mother Sandora smiled, her hands began to write in her agenda book with details of Gana's order.

"Blue sky, ma'am,"

Almost the tip of the pen owned by Sandora's mother was broken, she thought Gana agreed with her. From far away Ammar's chirping sound was heard, the man apparently sat in the tivi room but stared at them. His wife never changed, his choice of heart and speech never synchronized.

Ammar smiled at Sandora's mother. "Fasting, Mom. Must be patient."

Sandora's mother only grimaced with laughter. "It's also been sabarin, Mas," replied Ms. Sandora with ruckus. Her name is also the mother sultan, kudu served with all his might.

"Let's not be sad" Ammar, who was humming, hurriedly jumped from the sofa while his wife rushed to bring a sofa cushion to hit her husband. "Don't you fight ..." Ammar could still connect the song, parody it while waltzing away towards the backyard.

"Awas, yeah. Break the fast with your stones, Bang!"

"Oh, if so, then the clothes will not be Abang payin, yes," Ammar was more tempting.

"Abanglane!! There pay, thirty million!"

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