Missing Room
Episode 80's

Ever since Mas Pras and I went down to the ground floor, I seemed to get strange gazes from Bik Mar and also Mbak Siti. Look them in the eyes I don't think I can see them. Maybe what they saw was strange, because ever since I came out of the room my hands have been rolling in the arms of Mas Pras.

"Erghm." I cleared my throat then smiled clumsily at them, hoping to stop from the limelight. "Is the hope ready, Bik?" kink asked.

"Su—alah Madam, just go to the dining table," said Bik Mar who then went first to the dining table to prepare for eating needs.

"Aqila play in the delay first yes, we have breakfast together," said I who switched to Aqila.

Aqila who was busy with her toys seemed to ignore my words to make me snort annoyed.

One hand of Mas Pras now moved to stroke my head. "Don't pout that way, if we talk to Aqila, we're approaching" said Mas Pras who then headed towards Aqila.

"Aqila eat first yuk," asked Mas Pras who was already sitting crouching in front of Aqila.

"Kila again play Papa.." said Aqila who still did not notice that Mas Pras had been there.

"Main postponed for a while, Mama and sister are waiting for Kak Aqila."

Aqila frowned and said, "Mommy's sister, Pa..."

Mas Pras looked dumbfounded because of Aqila's protest, while I hummed a smile observing the interaction of the two of them.

"Sister will need breakfast too, because the sister is still in the stomach of Mama so breakfast through Mama. Pity you if you have to wait for Aqila to finish playing?"

Aqila no longer protested. He straightened his back then put the toy to the floor to prepare to receive Mas Pras' hand to carry.

"Mbak Siti just leave the toys there, we have breakfast together," said I prevent Siti who will clean up Aqila's toys. "Also Bik Mar and Mang Jono, eat together," I said turning to Bik Mar, then I followed Mas Pras and Aqila who were already at the dining table.

The atmosphere in the dining room was filled with Aqila chirps, but there was one moment that made my side of my heart flinch a little. When I saw a middle-aged couple who were none other than Bik Mar and Mang Jono. Though only simple is Bik Mar who was so painstakingly preparing rice and side dishes for her husband, and when the plate was thrust on Mang Jono appeared a sincere smile that emanated from the look of the two faces.

Impressively, that one word came to my mind. My direction of view is now directed to Mas Pras who so solemnly enjoyed his breakfast. In my heart I really admit there hasn't been much I've done for her to devote myself as a wife. Where should I start? my inner.

"Why so?" said Mas Pras and kubalasi with a knotty smile.

I'm shaking. "So. Only Anna was full," I said by slowly putting the spoon and fork on the plate with little food left.

"Newly some mouthfuls were already full. What if Mas's the bribe?" said Mas Pras and I tried to shake his head to refuse, then gave a code to glance at the next chair, if there are still people here, embarrassed to be seen.

"Mang Jono, Bik Mar and Mbak Siti don't mind, if I bribe my wife?" said Mas Pras who without a shadow aling-aling that made my eyes glare at him instantly.

"Sir, the intimacy of the husband and wife is legitimate. Kan halal," said Mang Jono who gave support to Mas Pras, while Bik Mar and Mbak Siti boasted a smile in response.

With awkward and embarrassed faces I accepted a bribe from Mas Pras, because the truth is we never did this openly in front of them.

Until now, a small voice belonged to Aqila. "Mama has been bribed Papa, Kila aja isa eat souvenirs," chirps that seemed to boast and immediately became the center of our attention.

And no doubt it was able to provoke laughter from Mas Pras and others but it was different for me alone, because I really did not expect Aqila to be able to tease me.

To be Continue

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