Jogja, You & Memories
Greatest

Dominic whistled casually as he stepped onto the plump, padded sofa in the living room. Behind him, I've he warned so that later yes-yes only during family meetings. All the control he set, everything and his bully sense.

Though it could have been parents let alone silver grandmothers whose intellect was more smooth and smooth than him. But I let him walk confidently and upright as if I supported him a hundred percent to make his plan work when I, yes, wanted to, being Cinderella takes struggle and money.

“Sayang... Here sit near mama.” Marisa stroked the leather of the sofa nearby. “Don't be the same Dominic keep later bosen, yes. Same mom more fun.”

I chewed the candy while nodding, just after I sat down Marisa directly hugged my stomach. Sticking like a bestie being lulled with dreams.

“Mama's grandson, mama's grandson... How are you today!? All good, dear? Hungry?”

I looked at Dominic who was sitting beside the Father while feeling my stomach in the elus-elus Marisa. I averted my eyes, looking at the Father with widened eyes. Please, mind. Control your wife.

Prambudi poked half his lips. His tall body that had been bent leaned back onto the sofa and he exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. Father add work spirit.”

I grinned. My eyes turned to the man who had chosen the name of the first, second and third child overnight until two in the morning. Imagine how sleepy I was to hear him pick, weigh his good and bad, and then confirm the names of our children either male or female onto a piece of paper.

“Cock back, Sir. Dominic said he was lazy to work. He just wants to be home, look at me like my stomach.”

Marisa stopped the familiarity and chatter she explained with the growing fetus in my stomach.

“Mama doesn't let you just leha-leha at home, Domi. You should be the spirit of work... work.... for this granddaughter's pregnancy party! You just want to see your stomach? Why, what's up?” Marisa's gaze pierced into Dominic's eyes seriously.

Dominic fingered his pants pocket. A piece of paper that folded neatly he opened slowly with gestures that I had understood. His comedic grin was visible, again he felt the contents of his pants pocket. Exit the black pen as the last tool to do the fencing of the intention of the whole family to give his son the first name without his consent.

Dominic looked at his parents, his grandmother, and smiled.

“I and Rastanty made an application to the esteemed Fathers/mothers and beloved grandmothers that the name of our first child, we should dues opinion. This is exclusive rights as a parent and maker.” Dominic put both his negotiating tools on the table. ”So my dear mama, father and grandmother these names we choose, your big name affairs can be arranged at will.”

Prambudi turned his paper over and read it carefully while occasionally smiling.

“Everyone at home must tick one of the names and signatures.” The father explained his case, Dominic cleared his throat with a nod of his head.

“Choose a child's name just like election!” Prambudi shook his head and looked back at the name Dominic had made last night. I grinned in my heart, because the basic sampaian descent is all strange sir.. uh I am also yes, yes.

Marisa shook her head, it was her turn to choose her name while crossing her legs gracefully. His lips were pouting, his face seemed to take into account all his decisions.

“I love Diana, this alone is good.” Without a second thought he finished. Put the paper into the hands of the righteous grandmother who had only listened to the conversation.

“Good advice. Grandma guess all night you guys immediately discuss and spend a lot of time choosing these best names.” Pasty Dwayne was amazed.

“Grandmother choose Diana Dwayne...wait.” He was watching me, ”What is your big surname, Rastanty?”

“Large family name only for priyayi, Grandma. My family is no big name, it's free. Mediocre.”

“Who is your father's name?”

“Budi.”

“Here the average big name only applies to the priyayi family or a certain group, mama. If it is like the Rastanty family, the important meaning is good and normal spoken the tongue of the Javanese.” explained Mr. relaxed.

“Oh... Tell you what, if your son is a boy, name him Budiman. That's a good shortcut. No Budi or Prambudi.”

Yegan... Other than grandma, we all leaned directly onto the sofa while shaking our heads.

“Why?” grandma asked as she ruffled her waist, she satisfied her eyes staring at our comedic-shaken expressions. “What is the choice of the name of the grandmother is not good?”

“Good grandma, great and fair.” I nodded in relief and thanked him for the advice that tickled my heart. Already very cool to have a half-international husband, turn to have children his name is very classic. Grannies...

Dominic stretched his arms up and picked up the paper on his grandmother's lap after coughing to reduce his desire to laugh.

“We look for Mr. Tedy and Mbak Iyah, Ras. The election business of our child must be resolved as soon as possible.” Dominic stood with an attitude of patriotism. “We excuse us for a minute pini sepuh, good morning.”

Marisa nagged him short length, not accept called pini sepuh while her skin was still shining, smooth and soft.

I push Dominic's shoulder from behind when it's on the home page, “That's really you, know mama is often senewen if her skin is almost old you talk about.”

Replace Dominic who pushed my forehead. “Almost old?” It clucked, “Sama aja coyyy... Ma's... Mama, Rastanty said mom is almost old!!!”

We were blown away with screams not received from Marisa. Before he found us to grumble, Dominic took me to a hideout. Crouching on the grass, behind the fence, my breath gasps, my heart skips, but in this situation Dominic and I giggle and peep from the narrow cracks like a burrow in the morning.

Marisa dyed while ruffled her waist. He asked our Mr. Tedy where, Mr. Tedy who had threatened Dominic with head bobbles. Marisa grumbled as she entered the house.

“Part of unborn children is contested.” lamented Dominic twisting the body, now we face a quiet and beautiful residential street. In front of us grew rows and rows of well-kept red shoots.

I scratched my forehead. “Keep you agree our son was named Budiman?”

Dominic watched for a moment the names on his paper before putting them in his pants pocket.

“Night I was dizzy looking for a cool name so that later become a school idol and female idol, while the name Budiman immediately took the top position for our child's name nomination.. Edan tenan iki rec.” Dominic ruffled his hair.

“But you still agree?” manya curious.

“Where can I refuse, grandmother asks, Ras!”

It was only a moment after laughing hahaha hihihi outside the house. Rain without cloudiness and unpredictability will fill our bodies. A bucket of water that had its container fall over Dominic's head.

“Mama reply to your actions! Feel the consequences!!!” The triumphant laughter was deafening, but most despotic in this retaliation, the election paper of our children's names got wet and definitely destroyed.

I removed the bucket from Dominic's head while holding back a laugh. His face that was covered looked wry like a young mango.

“Diana and Budiman, that's his choice for our first child's name. You don't have to be dizzy, mi amor. Mending us shower, play foam.” I raised my eyebrows while rubbing the water on both eyebrows. ”Continue eating, to the office, will you? Want dong, you're the greatest and coolest man I have.”

Dominic restored his hair in style while nodding his head. “That's for sure, Race! I'm the greatest.”

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