Love In Sketches
Rubby's Secret Book

The man then sat his body on the side of the bed. He said, after all, he was confused what to help.

Rubby opened the closet, and began packing his clothes. The clothes are not much, because indeed Rubby rarely buy clothes.

Arya noticed his wife's movements, but Arya's netra suddenly turned to Rubby's bookshelf which contained many books there.

Arya got up from her seat and approached the bookshelf. He took a book, a cookbook turned out. Uninterested, Arya put the book back, and took the other book. A book with a thick buttoned cover caught Arya's attention. He turned the book upside down, it didn't seem like an ordinary notebook. But when Arya was about to open it, Rubby's voice surprised her.

"Mas Firaz!" Screecher Rubby.

Arya was surprised because suddenly Rubby seized the book that was already in his grasp.

Rubby's face paled, with Rubby quickly hiding the book behind his back, while his heart beat. What if Arya saw the contents of the book?

"Why? What's with the book?" Ask Arya astonished. It's just a book, Rubby shouldn't be acting like that. Thought confused.

"Ah, that... This book..." Rubby stuttered, afraid of answering wrongly. Arya looked at him suspiciously.

"A book full of your secret stories?" Arya asked who was beginning to understand.

Women love to write their secrets in books, right?

Inevitably Rubby nodded. The book is indeed full of sketches of his secret man's face and also his outpouring of heart.

"Sorry, I'm so sassy." Arya stepped up and sat back on Rubby's bed.

"Sorry, Mas. That's not what I meant. I'm...." Rubby's feeling bad. He shouldn't have behaved like that. Her husband must have been shocked and suspicious of her.

"That's it. I was wrong anyway." Tukas Aryans.

Rubby was still silent where he stood, so he felt wrong. The book is still in his grasp.

"Until when are you gonna stand there? Have you finished packing your things?" Arya asked a little annoyed because Rubby just kept quiet.

"Eh yes." Rubby returned to his original activities. And he kept the book in his closet.

A few moments later...

"It's over?" Ask Arya.

"Yes, Mum." Answer Rubby. Arya glanced at the small suitcase beside Rubby.

"Is that all you've brought?" Ask Arya again.

"Yes, Mum." Rubby nodded.

"Yes, already. Let's go down." Bring along.

The newlyweds descend the stairs, with Arya carrying Rubby's suitcase. They returned to the living room, their parents still gathered there.

"You're done?" Ask Mama Dewi while staring in wonder at the child and also her daughter-in-law.

"Yes, Rubby didn't bring much stuff." Answer Arya.

"Why does Mama see me like that?'' Arya asked when she saw the strange look of her mother.

"Why don't you guys do something first?" Ask Mama Goddess.

"Do what, Ma?" Arya asked with her innocent look. Mama Dewi patted her forehead, but Arya did not understand her point.

"Goddess, the two of them are still as innocent as it seems. You said yourself that Arya's not a guy who likes things either." Say Bakti Father.

Arya looked at her mother and Bakti's father in turn. What exactly are they talking about?

"I forgot, Bakti." Mama Dewi Sahut.

"Where is Dika?" Ask Arya.

"In his wife's room. Is helping Intan tidy up his room." Answer Mama Goddess.

"Oh, yeah. What about the reception? Where do you want to hold the reception?" Ask Mother Maya. Arya and Rubby looked at each other. They themselves have not thought about getting there.

"We haven't thought about that, Mother." Answer Rubby.

"What if we take care of it?" Ask Mama Goddess.

"Yes, it's up to Mama." Answer Arya. He was actually not interested in such an event, just spending time and making tired.

Shortly thereafter Andika and Intan came and rejoined them. The look of Intan looks a little different than before.

"Ehm, it seems like the sisters are more reliable than the older brothers." Mother Goddess. Intan kontan's face blushed. Mama Dewi just knew if the two of them did something in the room earlier.

"Mama don't tease my wife. Look, Intan's face is as red as a tomato because of Mama's words." Andika Timpal. Arya looked at her mother and sister in turn.

"Ma, what exactly does Mama want to say?" Arya asked who was still confused.

"Don't Arya understand?" Andika asked back. Arya shakes.

"Your brother is still innocent, Dika. Not like you." Tukas Mama Goddess.

"Sister will soon understand." Sahut Andika's.

Arya even more frowned, he really did not understand the intentions of his sister and mother. Same with his wife.

Meanwhile, Bakti's father and Maya Mother could only smile while shaking her head. Why is it upside down like this? The younger sisters are even more experienced than their older brothers.

"It's late in the afternoon, we better go home." Mama Dewi woke up.

"Are you guys not staying here?" Ask Maya once again.

"Yes, May. There's still a lot to do at home anyway." The answer.

"Hem... Alright."

"Where are you going?" Arya asked who saw Andika also wake up.

"Of course I'm coming home. I have to get my stuff first." Answer Andika.

"Ah, yes. Brother forgot."

"Goddess, Arya. We're bringing Rubby, right? Please take care of him. And if Rubby makes a mistake, please rebuke him carefully and don't be upset." Mother Maya. Actually, he also still did not want his eldest daughter to leave him.

"You guys just calm down. Anyway Rubby is my daughter now, I will treat her as well as possible. And if Arya dares to hurt Rubby, I'll just kick him out of the house." Mama Dewi replied as she glanced towards Arya.

"Mama, I never hurt women." Aryan Elak.

"Mother, we must believe in Goddess and Arya. They'll definitely take good care of our daughter." Say Bakti Father. Mother Maya nodded.

"Take care of yourself, baby." Said Mother Maya while pulling Rubby into her arms.

"Yes Mother." Rubby was speechless. Only the net seemed to be glazed. Mother Maya kissed Rubby's face. Her daughter now had to live separately with her.

"Mother, I will take good care of and treat Rubby well." Aryan.

"Yes, Arya. Mother trust Rubby to you."

Bakti's father said nothing more. He told Arya this afternoon, and she was sure Arya still remembered him.

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