Love In Sketches
CDS 142's

"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.

"What am I really why? I am a handsome man and I like a lot of women. You should be grateful that your son will look like me." Timpal Arya with confidence, he revived his car engine.

"Sad, so confident. I don't want my son to be as fierce as Brother." Sahut Andika with a grimace. Even if it is a fact.

"I'm fiercely in his place too." Arya did not want to lose. And the black car drove back across a pretty solid road that afternoon. While the debate is not important they still continue along the way.

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"Mas Firaz!" Rubby approached her husband who had just got out of his car. As usual, he kissed the back of Arya's hand and Arya briefly peeked at her forehead.

"It turns out my brother can be romantic too." Chirps Andika who saw the incident in front of her eyes.

"I'm just romantic with my wife." Aryan Timpal.

"Sister Rubby, where's Intan? Why isn't he waiting for me too?" Ask Andika.

"Intan's in the room with baby Dikta." Answer Rubby. Andika looks pursed her lips. Since the second pregnancy, Intan has rarely welcomed his arrival.

"No need to be envious." Arya scooped her sister's pouting face with one palm.

"Sister!"

"Come on Rubby, we're in." Arya ignored her sullen sister.

Arya threw her body on the living room sofa.

"Where's Mama?" Ask.

"Mama's in the room, Mas. This is Mas, in the drink first." Rubby handed him a cup of warm chocolate that he had made before Arya arrived.

"Thank you." Arya was about to drink it, but suddenly the aroma of the drink was so stinging in her nose. Aryan's reflexes covered half of her face with her palm and placed the cup back on the table.

"Why, Mas?" Ask Rubby wonder.

"Why does that drink smell so weird, Rubby?" Arya asked back.

"Any? Strange how? That's the chocolate I used to drink." Rubby answered, his face confused.

"Sir Arya is weird!" Sambar Andika who sat down joined them. He then took over the drink.

"The smell is ordinary." He sipped the aroma of the drink. Then he just drank it.

"It feels good too." His word.

"Why did you drink it? Is that mine?" Arya protested.

"Make Brother Arya say that it smells weird, so yes to me instead of trying not to drink." Sahut Andika while putting on her innocent face.

"Yes too?"

"Already, Mas. I made it again, didn't I? What do you want to drink?" Rubby broke up a debate that was about to start again between the brothers.

"Make me some warm tea." Answer Arya. While her pair of eyes noticed Andika who was enjoying her drink so much.

"Why is Andika Biaasa? While I was instantly nauseous? Or is there something wrong with my nose?" Aryan was wondering.

"Yes, I made it first." Rubby's getting up from there.

"Is that delicious?" Arya asked, she glanced towards the cup whose contents stayed half.

"Of course." Reply Andika who re-enforced the rest of her drink until she was not left.

"I'll go to the room first, brother." Pamit Andika, Arya just nodded. Rubby's back to the guests.

"Here, Mas." Rubby handed her husband a glass of warm tea. Arya drank it straight away.

"It's better." His word.

"Is this one of the effects of my pregnancy?" Inner Rubby. She sat down next to her husband.

"Oh yeah, where did Mama take you?" Ask Arya.

"To the clinic, Mas." Rubby answered honestly. Arya immediately gasped at hearing that.

"Clinic? What's your sick mom?"

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