Love In Sketches
CDS 141S

Arya grabs her phone located on the table contacting Rubby. As Indra suggested earlier, he would give a small surprise to his wife. Maybe by having dinner outside.

After waiting for a while, Rubby finally picked up his call.

"Assalamuala'ikum, Mas." Rubby said behind his postel.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Rubby where are you? Are you and Mama home yet?" Ask Arya.

"We're at Dad's house now, Mom." Answer Rubby. Arya frowned.

"At Dad's house? Why not tell me?" Ask.

"Sorry, Mas. I forget. We were here as soon as Mama was done with her business. We'll just stay here tonight?"

"Oh, you want to stay over?" Arya asked back.

" Yes, Mas. Mother asks us to stay over, Mama too." Answer Rubby.

"Well, I'll be back there." Aryan Sahut.

"Yes, Mas. Already in the past, I want to help Mother cook for dinner." Rubby.

"Yes, Rubby. Assalamuala'ikum."

"Maalaikumslaam." They're closing the call. Arya sighed harshly into the air, her intention to invite the wife to eat outside was gone already.

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In the afternoon, Arya was ready to go home. Their employees are done with their work. This time Arya came home last time not as usual.

His black car just drove out of the parking lot, accidentally he saw his sister who was walking alone.

"Andika!" Call her. The one called out stopped his steps.

"What's up, brother?" Ask Andika who was already standing next to Arya's car.

"Why are you walking? Where's your bike?" Arya asked without getting out of her car.

"Why not bring it to the workshop?" Ask Arya again.

"I haven't paid, Brother. Now my family's needs are growing, so I'm postponing it." Answer Andika as is.

"It feels like the salary I'm giving you is more than enough to just fix the bike." Tukas Aryans.

"Don't forget what if now Intan is pregnant again? I will have to diligently save for the cost of Intan's delivery later. Fixing the motor can be delayed." Sahut Andika's.

"It's your own fault, can't play it safe." Arya's timpal pissed Andika off. Even if that is the reality.

"Hurry in!" Aryan's Word.

"Where to go?" Andika scratched her hair that was not itchy.

"Get in my car, Dika." Arya growling. Time yes Andika does not know what it means?

"We're going in different directions, brother."

"I want to go home to Daddy. Rubby and Mama will stay there." Arya explained.

"Oh..." The young man was only ber oh ria while nodding his head.

"Yes, come in. Why are you still there?!" Arya exclaimed with emotions starting to rise. Andika obeyed immediately.

"Yes, Brother. Don't be upset, I don't want my son to look like my brother." Chirps Andika who just got into the car and sat next to her sister.

"What do you mean?" Arya asked with both eyebrows clinging to each other.

"Yes, if Arya's sister continues to be angry, then I will be upset with Arya. My wife is pregnant. According to myths circulating in this country, a child born later will be similar to a person who is not liked by his parents." Andika explained at length times wide. Arya was stunned to hear it.

"Do you believe in such a myth?" Ask Arya later.

"The believer does not believe. What is clear is that I don't want my son to look like my brother." Tukas Andika's.

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