Love Johanna
Section 37

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 37...

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Ravi hugged his wife. "Calm down, Sar, calm down" she said, stroking her hair and rubbing Sarah's back. "We're trying to run our household again, huh? All right, just the two of us."

There was a bit of rejection and a roar in Ravi's arms, but the man insisted on keeping his embrace.

"Russia, dong. You don't stick around, Sar."

Spoiled Sarah's chimpanzee, "Your part keeps on whipping."

"I-yes, I'm sorry, yeah? Maafin. We're going home again tonight. I'm lonely when there's no you, Sar."

The woman's smile began to pour out in her husband's arms. He felt happy because what was expected from before, now materialized. Ravi, apologizing, kept seducing her to come home.

"But your house is done, isn't it?" ask Sarah after the hug came off.

Ravi nervous. He remembered he had not tidied it up. "Eeummmhhh, I'll settle down if we've already sampled home. But you want to go home now, don't you?" The man looked at Sarah and was captivated by her. 'Hhmmm, this kind of business must be very complicated, anyway? All sorts of horses are done.'

'Finally, he was willing to relent as well, ' said Sarah. 'So dong, being a guy. Hi-hi.´s.'

So the two rushed to get ready to go home that night.

"At the end of his life?" ask Sarah's father to quip. "When you're going, you come back here, right, Sar?" Welcomed Sarah's mother to her husband and said, "Papa this .. same son really 'that's it, anyway?"

"Lagian .. it's also a big mess 'that's it," Timpal returned Sarah's father.

"His name is also a daughter, Pah. Reasonable."

"Yes, not so, Ma," said Sarah's father, inflamed. "Now Sarah is married. Has a husband Nak Ravi. The rules little by little can change the behavior of the cake. Don't keep plugging."

"Udah ah, Pa. Kok, so mojokin' our son, anyway?"

"Not mojokin, just giving advice."

"Yes, but it doesn't have to be the same, 'you know, Pa."

"Yes, there he is. Habits of Mama to snack on children. So this is what he's doing?"

Ravi who noticed the debate between her two in-laws so felt bad. Hurry he mediates. "Yes, Ma-Pa. Ravi and Sarah want to go home first," he said while insisting, 'Pantesan aja Sarah's attitude like that. They are not much different from them.'

"Well, why, so blame Sarah, anyway?" whining Sarah to her father. "What's wrong Sarah?"

"Pake it's your fault what else? It's just a room you don't want to wake up, Sar," Sarah's father replied.

"Udah, Dad. Our son wants to go home, still a diomelin," Sarah's mother defended her daughter. "Come, sneak on the go, 'gih. Bring in another mess, ah." The old woman helped carry her daughter's large suitcase outside. "Be careful on the road, huh? Watch out, don't make any more noise."

"Yes, Ma," answered Ravi in embarrassment. Then immediately put the suitcase into the trunk of the vehicle.

"Sarah's habit, nih," Sarah's father grumbled to see Ravi struggling to lift the suitcase. "Take a shirt to the airport."

"It's ah, Pa. From there nagging just like a girl," replied Sarah's mother.

Sarah's father smiled wryly, then approached Ravi and whispered quite close to the ear, "Patience, son. Mostly, women are like that. Bummer."

"He-he."

Ravi's just mesem-mesem.

"What are you whispering about, anyway?" ask Sarah's mother to see the two men. "Nothing, Ma," answered Ravi hurriedly cutting in. "Papa just nasehatin Ravi doang."

"Definitely ask for a grandson, huh?"

"Nasehatin. You don't hear what Nak Ravi just said?" spray Sarah's father feels bad. "Kok, so run to the grandchildren's business? Not connecting."

"Normally so, too," Sarah's mother's dream came back. "From the beginning Papa never stopped asking for boys. Now I want a boy."

"Yes, his name is also kepengen, Ma. Reasonable."

"It's natural, but if you love girls just wayang, want 'how else?"

"Aaahh, this Mama likes to tinker about a business that has been going on for a long time. Shame to hear about our daughter-in-law, Ma."

"Godhhhh!"

Ravi sighs. He scratched his head that was not itchy. Not once did this see the debate between her two parents-in-law.

"It's ah, Ma-Pa. Ravi went home first, yeah. Doain survived until home," said Ravi as he greeted the two and immediately entered the vehicle. Sarah herself sat there first without saying much. "Do you want a drive or me, Sar?" ask before starting the engine.

"Think of it yourself, Rav," replied Sarah pouting. "I'm sprained 'this, my horse I'm also the one who drives?"

The man turned his lips. All wrong, he thought annoyed, not much different from the two people who were out there in the vehicle.

"Yaaa .. I'm just a nawarin, Sar," replied Ravi slowly. "It's not like that, and I'm being wronged again."

"Keep you, I'll take the car, will you?"

"Not really," answered Ravi again, shaking his head. "I'm just a nawarin. Nyobain follow your wishes."

"Yes, no."

"Yes, that's it."

"O-okay," Ravi said as he gulped. Bitterer.

"It should be in this situation, you're in control. Not sue me."

"I don't need. I'm just trying to find a cure, who knows what you want?"

"Keep if I want to, 'how?"

"Yes, not 'gimana-'gimana. Go ahead." please."

"Oh yes, you've never felt a woman."

"It's not. I'm trying little things for you, Sar. Who knows that."

"I don't want to!"

"Yes, already. Just answer that from earlier, the business is immediately finished, right? No need to digegedein trivial things like this."

"I'm not a big-eyed problem," said Sarah did not want to lose. "It's the guy who likes to make trouble. That's how it's asked. Weird, deh."

'Astaghfirullahal'adziim.'

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Ravi kneaded the power window button to lower the vehicle window.

"Why haven't you guys walked yet?" ask Sarah's mother in wonder. "Is there a problem again?"

Whiney Sarah pitted, "This, Mah, Mas Ravi just now—"

"Good, Ma-Pa. We leave first, yes," Ravi hurriedly turned on the vehicle's engine and said goodbye. "Daahh, Mama-Papa. Assalamualaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!"

The wheels of the vehicle immediately slid off the yard of the house. Continuously splitting the darkness of nature with the bright light rays towards the highway.

"Your habits, tuh. If there's nothing, ngadu only with your Mama," grumbled Ravi increasingly felt resentful.

"Well, is it wrong? That's my own Mama" Sarah's reply continued the debate. "It's wrong with your mom, it's wrong."

"It's not so, Sarah," Ravi said, controlling the steering wheel. "We are married. All household matters are my responsibility .. we are together. No matter how small our problems, parents can't know."

"Hes, most of you also often tell your mother. Yeah, right?" sarah still does not want to give up.

"Ck!"

Ravi.

"Goddessa, Sar. Never once have I ever met Mama," the man warmed his head. "Some of what? Shame that exists. It's been a lot 'gini, we're still ngerepotin parents, anyway? There it is, precisely the parents of his horse feel happy with the lives of his children. Yes ... Same with our marriage, Sar."

"You can say that, but behind my back is another."

"Astaghfiullah! I swear it, Sar. I said 'wallahi'. That means, to be right or not, you must believe me."

"You're lying, when should I believe too?"

"Yes, there is no way I would lie to mention the name of Allah. That's a big sin, Sar. This time you don't understand, do you?"

"Don't tell me that's the case. You think I'm a religious scholar, what?"

"Thank God if you feel much more sintered," said Ravi upset. "Occo, where is the evidence? Just have this problem, you're the problem."

"Partially, you like to talk only. He thinks I'm stupid, what?"

Ravi glanced for a moment at his sullen wife.

"It's not stupid or stupid, Sar. 'Kan, it is my duty as a husband, to guide you as my wife. Where's wrong, try?"

"So you think I'm stupid, don't you?" sarah asked, making her husband's heart emotional. "Inget loh, I often follow the study of my liqa' group. So a little bit, I also know religious matters."

"Well, was that proof? I swear 'divahi' only, you still don't believe it?"

"Yes, I just want more mastiin aja, Ravi! How, you don't understand too, anyway? Weird, deh."

Ciettt's!

Ravi slammed the steering wheel to the left. Stop the vehicle on the roadside. Then take a deep deep breath.

"Why again? You want to make us wretch?" ask Sarah cynically.

Ravi raised his palm towards his wife. "Awhile, I want to take heart first," said the man still with a breath of fireworks. "You were damned first. Don't say anything."

"Are you angry with me?"

Ravi didn't want to answer. He rushed to open the door, came out, and inhaled the cold of the night air. "Astaghfirullahal'adziim ..." his sighs repeatedly.

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