My Berondong Husband
#65 Adrian and Yola (1)
"Eat first, son Adrian." Yola's mother bargained for Adrian when she was visiting Yola's house. "But the food is just this."
Adrian pulled the plate on the dining table shabby had already started to porous it.
"It's not papa, Mom. Mom's cooking is delicious." Adrian said, then take rice in a basket, vegetable kale and salted fish. "Let's eat Yola too. My time is just."
Yola and the mother nodded, then took some potluck food on the table.
Adrian took his breath slowly, he felt very calm in this family. They are always together and there is free time together.
Not like his family is full of shit. His father used to be busy with his workers and his mother always did things that were not what. Unlike the Kevano family, which is calm and peaceful.
Everything he had always wanted was with the Yola family. His mother, Yola, is mature and his sister is like her own sister.
If he is reborn, he wants to live well and happy, not be born as a child that is not considered.
Especially since his father went to prison, the mother often nagged at him and said something strange, just because he was tired of working and taking care of it that he said could not be expected, he said, always running around until you don't know the time.
"So quiet, Yan. Not good, huh?" reprimand Yola when she saw Adrian just speechless.
"God." Adrian's sober, "Enak really, good. Mom's cooking is really good. None of them, Adrian never eats, like gini."
Hearing Adrian's excessive praise Yola's mother smiled and then held back her laughter with the back of her right hand.
"Mother's habit, Adrian's rich son. It's always going to the restaurant" Yola said.
"That's not it, La. Seriously delicious mom's cooking. It's a crunchy salted fish, the seasoning it has also permeated." Adrian said by continuing to devour the cuisine.
"Son Adrian is already a culinary news anchor." Say Yola's mother later.
Adrian laughed lightly and so did Yola. Every time he was in this family there was a story that he got, not about the material. But it's about rigidity and something they have to keep.
For nineteen years, his life was so beautiful, all-round and enough. Every time he asked to be in front of his eyes, but happiness never appeared, what else he was only an only child.
Adrian removes the thought for a moment from his head, he does not want to continue to think about things that are not important in a happy state like this.
He continued to enjoy the food, perhaps the majority of people were regular food. But, to him it was something very luxurious. A taste he never thought of.
"Lukman hasn't come home yet, ma'am?" Ask Yola.
"Not yet, he said at the school there was an event, maybe later." Answer the mother.
"Do you want Yola to pick up or take an angkot?"
"Let's take an angkot, Dani ngantar later until the front of the house."
Adrian just nods to listen to the conversation of the two, which sometimes interspersed with regional language.
When can he chat so casually with the mother without having to fight his mouth and without causing neck muscles with a shout.
Maybe I'll see you later.
Again the thought hung in his brain, trying to find a gap for him in order to continue to hope and regret being born from a family called Gio Lesmana Putra.
"Mom, you've eaten borrow Yola for a second, yeah." Adrian said later.
"Borrow where? Don't forget to turn around." joked Yola, underlining the word borrow.
Adrian laughed again.
"Let's take it, a little while too papa. But, don't go far, afraid of stray." - timpal mother.
"Sip, mom. Adrian wants to bring guarantees." joked Adrian, even so Yola was like a shock with the remark. "Joking Yola."
"You get married, Adrian will. Wait for Adrian to graduate from college, keep working. There's no way to wait for Yola to keep working."
"Yes, Mom. Adrian knows that."
"Mother same Adrian what the hell. How to talk about marriage." Cut Yola off on the second conversation.
Then the conversation changed as before, discussing food and how many times Adrian added, it was like not eating for days.
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"Your family's good." Adrian said later, when he and Yola had gone out of the house and enjoyed the afternoon air on a bridge not far from the Yola family home.
"Yes, that's my family. We have burdens, but we take them as joking friends." Yola answered by trying to smile.
Adrian looked over, looking at Yola. Then his hand slowly touched Yola's cheek with his anxiety. "Not smile."
"Why? It's my fault I smiled."
"Later to be envious of you. Because your smile is sweeter than theirs."
"Gombali. Where is it possible that the angel of envy equals pel**r."
Adrian pinched slowly on the cheek, Yola pitted as he usually did to his clients in bed.
Tin! Tin! Tin!
The sound of a motor horn interrupts their intimate sessions. Adrian and Yola were shocked, then looked at the bike.
A young man with his black vespa motorbike stopped right behind Adrian's car.
"Mas, Ma'am who has a car, this is his car." The young man looked at Adrian and Yola.
Adrian responds, then marginalizes his car. The car is a little bit to the middle of the bridge.
"Other times I see the parking, you little boy going out on the bridge." The young man then runs his bike and leaves in front of Yola and Adrian.
"Because of you, we get scolded by people, right." Said Yola hitting Adrian's right arm.
"I'm sorry, I thought it would be rare for people here." Say Adrian with a crybaby.
Then Adrian held back Yola's cheek, then pinched her slowly.
"You're beautiful, La." Connect Adrian.
"Indeed, people said before." Answer Yola.
"Not so, it's a spiciness first. No more muji." Adrian said as if sulking and releasing the grip on Yola's cheek.
"It's just a bad time."
Adrian stuck out his tongue like a child.
"Let's not sulk, what if we check in." Adrian was acting seriously.
"It's still afternoon, anyways why also check in?"
"You asked for tajarin."
"Taught what?"
"Mathematics." Adrian said, then walked to his car as well as Yola who followed from behind him.