Marrying my Best Friend
Call from Boston

After a short nap made it fresher, seen at 11:30 was approaching the time of the sublime, he walked into the kitchen look grandma was making a dish, the kitchen looks, she was never in the kitchen everything was done by her mother and her domestic assistant.

He knows no kitchen at all. Ailah walked up to Grandma who was steaming cuisine somehow food, the power is so strong when she was 68 years old but her youth was so energetic.

"What cook grandma?" ask Aila to the old lady.

"Hi, why are you here? grandma asked Aila and she laughed. "Look at grandma cooking, sorry, Grandma. Ai, can't cook." Grandma chuckles at hearing it. "It's okay, Cu."

"Ai pigin can learn to cook from Grandma, the cuisine is very good."sahut Aila

"Later if you've healed well, Cu," he said with a smile.

"Grandma cook pepes fish again? Well, that's delicious, Grandma," said Aila with sparkling eyes.

"Here you see if your son woke up like he was sleeping again" she told Aila

"Yes, Grandma. Ai stayed first, would you see Yhas," she said to Grandma and then she walked to her son.

Frans had just put his son to sleep.

"Sleep her?" ask Frans slowly.

"She just slept, she was," Frans said

"Where's grandfather?" aila asked back with eyes looking over and over.

"Grandfather just came out, Ai. Maybe behind, '" Frans explained

Frans went into the bathroom to clean himself up, then changed into a suit of cocoa and sarongs.

he went out and said goodbye to the mosque. Frans is looking for his grandfather to take to the mosque together.

Imran's grandfather came out wearing the same clothes as Frans, and they came out together.

Aila looked at the son who was asleep in the box, today she was not so fussy even impressed calm.

The sound of greetings from outside shows that Frans and grandfather have returned home, Aila also answered the greetings and came out of her son's room, welcoming two men who became protectors after her father. He kissed the back of their hands, Frans went straight to the room and changed into a house dress after that, he sat in the front seat of the dining table with his wife, Grandpa and Grandma, he said, they also ate quietly without any chatter.

After lunch Frans and Aila entered the room right next to her son's room and inside was a connecting door between her room and her son.

The sound of her favorite unstoppable sea song, showing a phone call, Aila grabbed her phone on the desk she saw on the screen of her mobile monitor clearly displayed the name of Ratih. He received the call and showed the faces of the two men across the street, Bara and Ratih.

His distinctive voice and smile said greetings to start their conversation.

"Assalammualaikum, Aunt, Om. Where's Bayhas I wanna see? I want to see her, Auntie," they said in unison, Aila laughed and walked to her son's room and pointed the camera at her son who was fast asleep. "Yes, why sleep I want to see you awake" he said full of disappointment. Aila laughed again. "So it was also brought back here to sleep he was when all else gathered here wanted to see him awake, in a state of awakening,

until everyone came home he was still asleep too, half an hour later he woke up, not crying too," replied Aila.

"Ehh? why didn't you call, Te?" bara asked with disappointment

"I overslept, Bar. Just now Grandpa and Frans might have forgotten to call you, "said Aila who walked back into the room, Frans who heard the complaints from Bara say, "I forgot me, Bar. If you're not here anymore" Frans said. "Yes later when Bay wakes up, call us yes, don't forget the tablets, Assalamualaikum," Bara pinta.

"Yes, wa'alaikumsalam," Frans replied as she turned to Aila who was sitting next to her, the phone line was cut off.

Bayhas so calmly arrived at the house Imran old building that is still sturdy so cool a spacious yard in front of the house with large trees surrounding it in addition to the garden behind the house, also very widely planted with various kinds of plants, after a neatly arranged flower garden and a bamboo garden bench on the left side of the garden with a galvalum roof made by Grandpa Imran himself during his youth.

Bayhas only woke up when he was hungry and urinated for a while, after changing his diaper and breastfed he went back to sleep his little mouth sipping the source of his food greedily while his eyes remained closed. Aila laughed at her son. "Like who sleeps while drinking milk like this when you are waiting for Brother Bara and brother Ratih loh, Dek."

Frans smiled. "I also don't know Mi, when the baby I don't remember, what I was like, yes, sleeping while breastfeeding. If now it's better to wake up, Mi. While looking at the scenery," Frans cackled while chuckling who got a shot from Aila.

He laughed a little loudly, but did not bother his son was just squirming for a while, after realizing Frans also closed his mouth and stopped laughing.

At exactly 20:00 Bayhas awoke he looked at the two people standing in front of the baby box his lips dazed with a smile like he recognized they were his parents. Aila took Bayhas from the cradle and laid him on the bed that had been placed on the baby carpet. Frans took his phone and called Bara and turned it off.

Aila looked at Frans. "Kok, turned it off again?" Frans chuckles. "Call abroad is expensive so that he calls who wants to meet him," Frans replied casually not how long heard the phone call. Frans immediately picked it up and received a call from Bara, Salam heard from the mouths of the two pairs of husbands and wives who are now in Boston. Frans answered them, then pointed the camera at Bayhas, sounding Ratih so excited when he saw Bayhas, who had woken up from his sleep.

Bayhas' wide-open eyes with a fluffy smile look at two people in a small box, maybe he considers it a toy so that his smile widens when a sound is heard from inside the box.

Frans and Aila chuckled and the two people on the screen laughed at the reaction.