Married With Duda
Episode 67: Favorite Things

This is where Azka now, standing among a crowd of people jostling to greet their loved ones at the airport, looked happy when the plane had landed, he said, that means it will be faster they can meet their loved ones. Yes, except Azka, who had been wearing a really upset face because of his annoyance, what the old grandfather was ngancem Azka said he wanted to take Reyna from him. Azka wanted to laugh aja, where Reyna want the same model grandfather smell of the grave, although reluctant Azka still go too.

Azka sat in the waiting chair waiting for the arrival of the Grandfather who had finished his vacation abroad and looking for a new grandmother for him. Suddenly from behind, Azka's back was patted by someone, making Azka jump in shock.

Seemed a man who was aged but his body was still fit standing behind Azka while laughing mockingly, Azka stood up while putting on a look of annoyance.

Without saying a word, Azka walked ahead of the oldest.

"Hey, where's your manners? Don't you want to welcome me? Okay, there is no cuddling session, but at least love the words that can make Grandpa not comfortable going back to Indonesia," said Grandpa, chasing the step of the grandson to be in line.

"I'm not that type, Grandpa. Anyway, welcome back," said Azka glancing at grandfather's face.

"That's all? All right, take me to your house."

"Grandpa's got a mansion, why don't you just go back there?"

"You know I don't like being lonely, at least at home you have Farel's voice accompanying you."

"And there's the same waiter driver, just invite them, play what cake invites a commotion," muttered Azka who immediately got a loving flutter on her head.

"You can't accept grandpa at home you say, don't use any code."

"Who uses the code, I refused grandfather from earlier." Grandpa did not answer, choosing to go first to Azka's car.

"Grandfather, move forward. I'm not a driver."

"Training just used to be a driver, who knows tomorrow you go bankrupt and work as a grandfather driver," he replied casually, while laying down his body after putting suitcases and other items in the trunk. Azka rubbed his face rough, rather than having to serve the old man, mending Azka just walked away.

On the way, Grandpa was incessantly babbling and protesting in the car. Azka's car stinks, lots of dust, uncomfortable seats, rusty windows, never washed, and much more. Azka dizzy, wanted to descend grandfather in the middle of the road was left behind, but in the depths of his heart he still had a conscience, Azka tried to patiently face the nature of grandfather who was very annoying throughout the world.

Azka stopped her Ferrari in front of her palace house, glancing at her grandfather from the middle spy.

"Grandfather doesn't want to come down? Are we there yet?" asked Azka while removing her seat belt.

"Mahendra's descendants should always be devoted to the older ones without exception. Quick, open me the door of this car and please take off the seat belt, my hands are not used to the dirty dust in your smelly car," said the haughty grandfather. Azka clearly glared in shock not to accept, wanted to protest but the oldest had raised his hands in the air sign did not need Azka's talk.

Snorting annoyed with the sobs peaking, Azka took off the seat belt that wrapped around the body of this old geezer.

Grandpa closed his chest while watching Azka's house from top to bottom.

Without comment, he immediately stepped foot in, Azka left alone outside.

Inside the house, Wati was doing a pedicure and unaware of the presence of her in-laws who were already standing right beside the table, the middle-aged woman was still busy with her headphones listening to the song. Grandpa cleared his throat slowly, there was still no excuse, the second deheman was the same, because upset he pulled out Wati headphones making him shocked half to death.

"DORCH!!! WHO THE HELL??" Wati suddenly stood up with an emotional face, but the expression was immediately lost when he found the in-laws looking at him disliked. Wati lowered her shoulders and put on a clumsy smile.

Wati glanced at the dumbstruck Azka in the doorway.

"Why don't you tell me Grandpa's coming?" spray Wati in a slow tone, afraid of people being horrified and offended, Hattala if you mengambek serem play unplug the shares.

"I don't think about it either, Ma. Suddenly, Grandpa called earlier this morning to be picked up at the airport," Azka replied in a whisper. Wati bit her finger, felt guilty because of the origin of the snapping, she thought it was the act of Azarin who was nosy, just realized it turned out that the grandson she did not want just slept in Reyna's arms.

"Where's reyna, Ma?" asked Azka then stepped in deeper, following the steps of the Grandfather who was still stuck in the kitchen.

"Don't know, sleep times he," said Wati did not care, choosing to continue the pedicure pending.

"Where's Farel?" Hattala glanced at Azka who was focused on playing the keys to his Ferrari car.

"Still in school, I don't think you're home yet" ALa glanced at the beautifully circular Rolex brand watch in her hand.

"Fast pick up there, it's past 11 o'clock!"

"Not yet to come home, Grandpa. Especially this Monday, usually Farel comes home at 12 more."

"Where Farel school, let the grandfather who bought the school so that the grandfather's grandson satisfied when he wanted to go home. School's 6 hours, like grandpa dong 2 hours."

"Grandpa what school tutoring? Really spit?"

"Yes dong school, what are you. How many hours did you go to school?"

"Yes just like Farel, just fit SMA even slower."

"That's a big loss you don't live in the old days of grandfather, school is only two hours until high school."

"Well, Azka is grateful not to live the same age as grandfather, Azka will not be able to marry Reyna."

"Don't you, you dumb bucin."

"From grandfather, elders of widows."

"Heh your mouth asks disteples use a screwdriver, there call your new wife, Grandpa wants to meet!"

"Other times, Reyna is still asleep," Azka replied lying, while Reyna was busy playing in Azarin's bedroom mumpung sleep.

Hattala looked at Azka full of investigation, but her good intentions only wanted to say hello, as well as to get along with each other.

"You are so weird. Where's your room, let grandfather walk alone?" Hattala was about to move her legs towards the stairs, but the gentle voice of the woman from the top of the stairs diverted her attention.