Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 80 ~
Lala cheered loudly when Bima told her that she would soon have a baby.
I, who was almost done cooking for dinner, smiled reflexively at the talk of the son and father who were currently in the tv room.
Honestly I still do not believe can be that intimate with mas Bima and immediately pregnant in approximately one month. Indeed, the first time Bima mas touched me, at that time I just finished coming the moon, it means the interval of three to five days, I went straight into fertile period. My condition and Bima mas are fit, so don't wait long to get line two. All of that did not escape the intervention of the Supreme Who created.
My smile again rose when my ears caught Lala's words that did not want to be called 'make' like mbak Cia. The boy asked to be called brother.
Lala's sister or Lala's sister, she asked.
Moved the chili into a small bowl, after which I took it to the dining table.
There is nila fry, vegetable tamarind that is still reflecting smoke, sambal terasi which I just peeled with my own hands and vegetable buds, has been neatly arranged on the table. I then arrange the plate and spoon to eat before then step into the middle room calling mas Bima and also Lala.
While in the living room, I found Lala on her father's lap. The position of those who faced each other, made me remember when I once sat on the lap of Bima mas in the exact same position as Lala's current position. The difference is, at that time I wrapped my arms around Bima's neck while gluing our forehead, while Lala just landed her hands on both shoulders of Bima mas.
The man is really good at pleasing anyone including his wife and children. And that attitude always makes me clumsy even misbehaved.
"We eat yuk" I immediately sat on the arm of the sofa, one hand was on the shoulder of Bima mas.
"Mother is done cooking?" Lala asked, diverting her neutrality to me.
"Already"
"Let's eat first" Bima deftly lifted Lala's body. While walking towards the dining room, the man swung the body of the princess in his carry. Lala who screamed in a jovial laughter, gripped her father's arm tightly for a grip.
"Don't be tight, mas! Poor Lala" Remember me from behind her back.
"It's just the art, Bi"
"But slow down"
I pulled a chair for Lala as soon as I got to the dining table.
"That's what bun?" lala asked pointing to the clear bowl shortly after sitting down.
"Sour squirrel, son. Wanna?"
"Not chicken soup?"
"Not" I answered while putting the Bima mas plate that I had filled with rice in front of him. For the side dish, usually Bima mas will take it yourself.
"Lala wants the same fish"
"Enak loh vegetable tamarind, La!" Bima interrupted.
"Be careful, still hot"
"Lala likes chicken soup, not sour soup like that"
"Soak tamarind son" my errata.
"But as a bun chicken soup, the sauce is a lot"
"But it's different"
After praying earlier, we ate by throwing jokes at each other, especially at Lala who suddenly so much asked about the baby's milk.
There's no Nining here, so I cook, and I do the dishes.
For other homework such as sweeping, mopping the floor and washing clothes and drying them, Bima mas itself will intervene, I can allot cleaning the room and bathing Lala.
As for wiping the furniture of the house, we do it together once every week.
Maybe if my mom finds out I'm pregnant, she won't let Nining go back to her house, because Bima and I haven't reported my pregnancy.
We'll be here on Sunday to tell you the good news.
"Tomorrow after my father picked up Lala's mother, we went to the grandmother's house yes, we bobo there, continue from the grandmother's house directly sliding into the opa house"
I stopped my last mouthful as soon as I heard Bima's words.
To grandma's house, that means my parents' house.
"To her father's house, huh, yeah?" ask Lala.
"Hmm, it's been a long time since we've done anything at grandma's house"
"Yes, Lala is the same as Jonah"
"But the noise is like it's not home anymore, La"
"Where's bun?" Lala turned her face towards me.
"Om Jonah is working"
"It's like dad's job, well, not coming home for long"
"Yes" I answered and sipped a glass of water.
About eight months ago we stayed at my mother's house on day two. We just stayed there on Eid al-Fitr.
Because my parents' house is different from my city and also the home of Bima's parents, my father and mother who is also a PNS made us lulled with busyness and rarely visit, so that we could not visit, but for communication by air we still do two days once or three days.
And after my relationship with Mas Bima improved, we had never come to my mother's house. But they had stayed here some time ago while in Bima in Papua.
"Then don't you go home tomorrow?"
"No need, you just prepare the needs of Lala who want to be brought"
"Keep yourself, don't go home yet?"
"Go home to take a shower, I'll pick you up"
"Make sure no electricity is running except the porch lights"
"Yes, I've been talking to Jim's mas for overtime tomorrow night"
I pressed my lips inside to respond.
Until the dinner session was over, Mas Bima brought Lala into the room after helping me wipe and tidy up the dining table.
I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes.
Irfan Nirwana is a wonderful father to me and my younger brother. He was a PNS who served as a school supervisor. While my mother was named Intan Ning Kusuma, she was also a PNS who served as the principal at one of the country Junior High School in the district near where she lived.
"Bi, Lala asked for a drink, but use a glass of chinamorrol. Where's the glass, Bi?"
I suddenly heard the voice of Bima.
"There's a cupboard there" My hand pointed at the top kitchen cabinet in front of me.
"Where is chinamorrol?"
"Picture of a doll whose ears are long"
"This?" Mas Bima showed me the glass I meant.
"Yes"
"Oh, it's called chinamorrol"
This man immediately put his hands under the water wastafle that I was using to wash dishes.
"Mas"
"Hmm" He grabbed a tissue to wipe Lala's glass.
"So in court, while talking to Hana, Gesya suddenly approached me"
"I know"
"Know Bag?" I asked in wonder while looking to the right, complete with my forehead that has frowned.
"Hm.. Why?"
"Kok you didn't talk to me, I don't think you know"
"I'm not like you, Bi"
"Ish, hypocrite" My description chided "Definitely a curious mas, I wonder why he found me"
"Later you also crita itself, it has been ordered to critain all the things that bother you"
I was hissing again.
"After Lala sleep, we talk about this" said mas Bima while pouring water into a glass. "Don't let what he says make your mood worse" he continued, moving away from the kitchen.
****
The night was getting late, I just came out of the bathroom after washing my face, brushing my teeth and changing clothes with a knee-length negligee, stop the activity of children and fathers who are cool playing snake ladder on the mattress.
"Tomorrow to play, yeah, now let's go powder"
"Yes mother, finish the toy first yes"
"Yes"
After finishing her toys, Lala reached out so I could carry her.
Mas Bima who was originally staring at the cellphone screen, a pair of neutrals turned to look at me when Lala was in my arms.
"Eh stop, stop" Prevent mas Bima with a raining gaze.
Lala and I looked at each other automatically.
"Durunin bun!"
I also directly obeyed the orders of Bima mas, lowering Lala on the mattress.
"Here, I'll talk to you"
"What did Dad say?" lala asked as she approached her father.
"Dad wants Lala to remember what dad said" said Mas Bima who then Lala nodded obediently . "Tomorrow, Lala can not ask for a sling to the mother, yes"
"Why?"
"Because Lala is already big, soon to be a sister, continue in the belly of the mother there is also a baby grandpa, pity the mother the same grandpa later, understand!"
"Great, yeah" Lala replied lethargic. "But later if the baby is out of the belly of the mother, Lala can still play with the mother right?"
"Of course I can"
"Lala is still in love with mom and dad, right?"
I subconsciously cleared my throat in surprise, while Bima glanced at me before giving an answer.
"The father of the same mother will love Lala until Lala grows up"
Lala's round eyes blinked, like she was thinking.
"Lala and also adek, will continue to be the darling of father and mother, understand ya"
"Yes"
"Yes what?" Mas Bima made sure.
"Can't ask for a sling to the mother"
"Continue?"
"The father of the same mother will love to continue to Lala equally adek"
"Smart boy, now walk alone to Lala's room" The man rubbed the top of his daughter's head, then turned his eyes to me.
"And you!" He pointed his finger at me. "Never carry Lala again"
"Yes mas"
The tense face of Bima's face must have scared Lala. The man headed straight to the bathroom expressionlessly after saying that.
"Dad mad at us, Bun?" Lala asked after Bima closed the door.
"No, baby"
"But his face is fierce father"
"Face up is fierce"
Lala and I both smiled before holding Lala's hand towards her room.
****
At 21:30, I returned to my room after Lala fell asleep.
On the bed, there is already a Bima mas lying on his back with his eyes closed.
Slowly, I went up to the bed and tilted my body by supporting the side of the head using my right hand, while my left hand landed on the belly of Bima.
"So, no, by the way?"
Seconds the eyes opened, then slightly shifted his body to grin his head at my chest.
"So talk about Gesya and Mbak Hana?" ask again.
"Hana doesn't need to be discussed, it's just nonsense that I never take. Just go in the right ear, without me digesting and then out the left ear"
I just respond, I believe fully in the mass of Bima. He who is firm, will not waver his stance. It's just that I have to be careful with that brother's sister.
"You know what, if the affair is Hana's plan who?"
"Who?" the question was still hiding his face while sipping my scent.
"Gesy"
Hearing my short answer, Bima raised her head, then looked at me with a highlight that I did not understand.
Seriate.
Still waiting until it's over, right?