HELLO, OM ...!
RETURN PLAN

Although with a doubtful step, in the end for the first time Biyan ventured to step into Ayu's room, with his right hand still holding a medium-sized travel bag.

Biyan's reflex gaze circled the contents of the small room measuring no more than three times four meters in shades of pink, then not aware he had been passing one by one contents in it.

A standard-sized bed is located a little to the right of the room, adjacent to the tightly clenched bathroom door, a set of study tables complete with seats on the left side, and a, right next to a medium-sized two-door wooden cabinet, as well as a fan that is rotating left and right while exhaling the lavender-scented coolness, the, created from a sachet fragrance hanging on one of the fan bars.

"This is Ayu's closet, Om, just to the right of Ayu emptyin, so Om can put Om's clothes there ..."

Ayu was standing firmly on the side of the closet, staring at Biyan who this time had turned her eyes towards Ayu.

"Why bother anyway, Ay ...?" biyan said, but did not close his legs still swayed closer, towards the cupboard in question, which itself helped bring himself closer to the figure of Ayu who was also standing there.

"It doesn't bother you at all, Om. Partially if the clothes are not moved to the closet, later it is Om himself who is bothered, need nothing to rub the bag first ..."

"Yes also .." said Biyan, with his figure that had loomed right in front of Ayu.

The next second the man had raised his hand, in order to open the side of the closet door that Ayu meant was reserved for her, and sure enough, the side of the closet had been empty jumping like what Ayu said.

"You want Ayu to help, don't you, Om?" tawar Ayu ventured, watching Biyan who looked dumbfounded while staring at the empty shelf leaping.

Almost Biyan's head reflexively nodded at Ayu's offer, but suddenly Biyan undoes her intentions then shakes her head firmly when she realizes that in addition to clothes in general, Biyan, inside her bag were also personal items such as underwear!

"Don't, Ay, let Om alone change his clothes. Om's clothes aren't much either ..."

Ayu little mangosteen received Biyan's rejection sentence.

In Ayu's heart, she realized that Biyan must also feel awkward if Ayu touches the man's personal belongings.

Realizing that Biyan needed more space, Ayu pulled her step towards her study chair.

Slowly Ayu threw his body on the surface of the chair, while secretly watching the movements of Biyan who was moving his belongings from the travel bag into the closet.

Without Ayu realizing it, Biyan's wide back movement down and up has made an interesting sight that makes his pair of eyes reluctant to switch.

Biyan's movement looks deft, because the man seems to just put clothes and the contents of his bag with a piece of it on the shelf if you don't want to say carelessly.

"Ay, Om can minjem bathroom Ayu no? Want to take a shower, sultry ..."

In an instant Biyan had already turned his face towards Ayu who had been watching faithfully from the beginning.

"I-that's the bathroom, Om ... Please take a shower ..."

Biyan nodded, but the next second the man looked pensive.

"Mmc ... Ay .." call Biyan again, doubt it.

"Yes, Um ...?" ayu replied a little.

"Annu ... Oh, inget, Om don't have a spare towel clean ..."

"Oh .. that ... Ayu's got some clean stock towels. If you want to ..."

"You Ay, Om want. Instead of bathing abis not handukan .." seloroh Biyan while scratching the back of his neck that does not itch, trying to laugh a little to avoid awkwardness.

"Sepent ..." Ayu also rose from her seat, in order to approach the left cupboard that is part of it.

The next second, from inside there Ayu's clenched fingers had pulled out a bone-white towel.

"Here, Om, it just so happens that this towel Ayu has never used."

"Well, thank you very much, Ay ..."

"Udah, Ay, it's all right."

"Yes already, if there is nothing more that is needed Ayu say out first well, Om. Ayu wants to help mommy make dinner ..."

"Yes, Ay, thank you well .." greet Biyan with an intense smile, which is able to make Ayu's heart frown, so choose to get out of her room as fast as lightning.

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Unlike usual where the moment of dinner is a place of warmth Arif Rahman family, the view of dinner this time can be said to seem very rigid, very stiff, and all that is even reflected in the lack of conversation and the noise that colors from the beginning of dinner until finally each put a spoon and fork on the plate almost in tandem.

Ayu and Biyan became the first people to end their eating activities, followed by Ibu Arum and Pak Arif Rahman.

For Biyan, the situation he is facing right now is very difficult for him to conquer, because Biyan is really confused about where to start and what topics he should talk about in order to connect.

For Ayu herself it is not much different. Feelings of reluctance and shame continue to haunt his mind, realizing his current status has really become the wife of a Biyan Erlangga, although new religiously, but it does not change the fact that she has become a halal woman for the man.

While for Ms. Arum and Mr. Arif Rahman, the way of thought of both is almost similar, that from a piece of personal identity of a Biyan Erlangga who was revealed through a little light conversation with Biyan ahead of Maghrib, it makes both feel a little bit sad.

It seemed like the two were confused, somehow they had to be able to give the right advice as parents to Biyan.

Biyan's position is as a daughter-in-law, but in reality Biyan is not a young man who is unstable, so it should be given a lot of advice about the twists and turns of life.

Especially with the status of the widower who bears Biyan, automatically the man already has a lot of experience in housekeeping.

Biyan has even passed the acid-salt causes the occurrence of the previous household heresy.

"Biyan, Ayu, tomorrow morning Daddy and Mom are going to the next village. There are faraway families who want to give thanks because their children pass the police entrance selection ... Most likely the return home ahead of Maghrib .." said Arif Rahman once the four of them had sat in the middle room, where a fourteen-inch television was airing a soap opera of flying fish, a favorite of Arum's mother.

"Who the hell, Dad?" ayu asked towards his father with his eyebrows linked.

"The Son of Ahmad ..."

"I mean Danu's father his son Om Ahmad ...?" repeat Ayu as if to be more sure.

"Yes, son, Danu who likes her mother's cake order anterin ..." this time Arum's mother replied.

"Gee, Alhamdulillah ... Finally can be achieved also Danu ideals to become a Police ..."

Hearing the news Ayu followed her.

It's nothing, because Ayu knew exactly that being a state servant was Danu's ideal since childhood, and the boy was even so fond of physical and academic training on the sidelines actively helping his parents to realize his goals.

What a very moving struggle.

"Oh yes, .. tomorrow, Mom and Dad will be there by public transport. Intentionally the motor is left behind, if you know you need a vehicle .." said Arif Rahman while staring at Biyan who had been listening.

"Too so, can not the motor used to walk to the nearest tourist destination, Dad? Mumpung there is still a day here, and there is Ayu who can be his guide ..."

"Of course you can, that's the main purpose of Dad and Mom leaving the bike for you guys ..." concluded Arif Rahman while nodding to accept Biyan positive acceptance of his old matic motorbike which he and his wife deliberately left so that Biyan and Ayu can walk anywhere, considering the day after tomorrow the two people must return to the city, in order to continue their activities that had been delayed.

Biyan with her work ...

While Ayu with her lectures ...

Connect ...

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