How, So Marriage?
Dinner

The two pairs of newlyweds' netra lock each other. Ferdian's gaze had even descended on the lips of his wife. Those cherry-red lips really teased Ferdian. Moments of looking at each other, the activity of both of them collapsed when they heard papa's voice calling from outside the room. Immediately Ferdian and Desi instantly let go of their embrace.

"Ehm, i-it's papa already calling. It seems like dinner is ready" Desi said in a nervous voice.

"Oh, yes. It's time for dinner." Ferdian replied no less nervous.

"Let's get out before mama intervenes herself." Desi stepped towards the door and was followed by Ferdian.

Desi and Ferdian walked towards the dining room. It turned out that it was true that all the dinner menus were ready. In fact, Mama has arranged all her food on the dining table.

"Come, Fer. From now on, don't bother anymore. This house is your home too. So, make it as comfortable as possible. If there's anything you need, tell Desi or us right away, yes" said Mama, taking food for papa.

"Yes, Ma. Thank you." Thank you." Ferdian replied while commenting on a smile.

Ferdian who was about to take food was immediately banned by Desi. Apparently, Desi took the initiative to get food for Ferdian because she saw her mother always doing the same to her father. Desi wanted to imitate her mother's actions.

"What do you eat, Mom? Chicken or shrimp?" desi asked after getting some rice for Ferdian.

"Eh, anything can."

"The chicken cook is usually spicy. You don't like it too much, Mom. Wearing shrimp want to?" fresh Desi.

"Yes, I can." Ferdian replied clumsily. Because, he felt bad for Desi's parents. Ferdian didn't want to if they thought he liked picky food.

"You don't like spicy, Fer?" ask papa after Desi finished taking food for her husband.

However, instead of Ferdian who answered papa's question, but Desi actually first replied. "Like it, Pa. But Ferdi just doesn't like being too spicy."

"Cckk. He asked your husband, Des. Why do you keep answering." Papa grunts annoyed.

"If you want to make your husband comfortable, give his true service. Treat your husband well. Giving each other the comfort to be able to always convey the desire. Do nothing like to force your own desires," explained papa.

"Yes, Pa." Desi answered and followed a nod by Ferdian. After that, the first dinner at Desi's house was continued while interspersed with small talk.

After dinner, Papa and Ferdian chatted in the living room while the women were tidying up the dining table.

"You have any intention of settling down in Jogja, Fer?" ask me as soon as they are in the middle room.

"Ehm, don't know yet, Pa. But the hell of a possibility, no." Ferdian looks clumsy. I don't know why she started to feel bad when her in-laws talked about this.

Papa nodded his head while sipping wedang lemongrass made by mama.

"What if your parents?" ask papa.

"Papi and mami are freeing choice, Pa. It's just, papi does hope if I can manage his business later."

"Well, that's right. At least, you are the only heir to the business that your papi has pioneered from scratch. It would be a pity if your papi business was held by someone else."

"Yes, Pa. I also thought about it." 

"Maybe, at this time your parents are still healthy and can handle everything themselves. But we don't know what the future will be like. At the very least, you can divide your time between family obligations and responsibilities."

"Yes, Pa. I'll think this all over with Desi. Now, there were already two heads that everything had to synchronize. So, I can't make my own decisions."

Papa nodded his head understanding. "Ah, yes you are right. In addition, now you also have to think of two heads up and down so as not to twitch at the same time," said papa with a relaxed expression.

Uhuk, the papa frontal once, anyway. Ferdian will be a mupeng later. 🤧