My Dear Fussy Husband

My Dear Fussy Husband
About Mama


"Garda went straight home, huh, Ma?" The Guard started to make a sound after being silent for quite a long time during the trip.


Anita who was sitting on the passenger bench immediately turned to the Guard. Showing a look of disrespect for his son's words. "Look in first dong, brother. Time to the house his parents did not stop by," said Anita firmly. As if I did not accept any objection.


The woman got out of the car. Inevitably the Guard had to obey his mother. The man walked away limply to get inside the house.


"Pa!" call Garda when he finds his father relaxing while watching a news show on television.


"Aren't you going to be your mom, brother?" ask Dimas. The man patted the empty sofa beside him. Gesticulating for the Guard to sit there.


"No," answered the Guard. The man sighed and rested his body on the back of a fairly soft sofa.


Dimas glanced at the tired-looking Guard. The middle-aged man patted the Guards thigh. His eyes refocused on the television screen. "What's wrong?" ask Dimas. Immediately understand the Guard's bad mood.


"Mama, Pa," the Guard fights with a wistful. The reply from the Guard made a thin smile appear on Dimas' lips. Before he spoke his wife's footsteps sounded closer, making the focus of the child and the father distracted.


"You eat here first, yes, sister!" anita said with a commanding tone.


The guard looked back. "No need, Ma. The Guards want to go straight home, "elak Garda.


The woman who was wearing a home negligee but still looked festive with her jewelry was clucking. "It's just telling me to eat, really. Mama miss eating with Mama's child," said Anita with her own face.


Garda again sighed. The man nodded then immediately stood up. "Jude, let's eat!" bring Garda.


"For Mama to cook first" Anita said. "New people at five o'clock too. If you've already called Mama." After finishing her speech Anita immediately turned to the kitchen.


Of course the patience of the Guard was immediately tested. The man threw his body violently onto the sofa. "Papa's wife, tuh!" shoot the Guard again.


Dimas chuckled little to see the behavior of his first child. He could see little progress on the Guard. Where the man looks more expressive.


"Call your wife not to wait" said Dimas. As a father he knew what the Guard was thinking.


Guard cleared his throat to reply to Dimas' words. The man chose to send a short message for Nadin.


"Papa already knows your Mama more than half the age of Papa," said Dimas made the Guard look at him. He saw a stern face with those slightly adorable eyes. "Long time together, Papa can know what your Mama feels," he continued.


"Why did Mama immediately change her treatment to Garda's wife after knowing her background. Is it just because my wife doesn't look like Mama's expectations?" ask Garda. Straight to the point. Trying to prove Dimas' remark that the man knew what Anita was feeling.


Dimas sighed for a moment. The man pressed one of the remote buttons until the sound from the television slightly grew louder. He had a son who was looking forward to his answer.


"Your mother's mind is too complicated. Mama always designed life long before it would happen" Dimas said.


"Example?" sue Guard.


"From you're a baby, your mom has designed the perfect life for you. School from Kindergarten to college, Mama thought. Even what his son wants to be, Mama has planned. The proof is now that you are a lecturer according to your wishes," explained Dimas.


The Guard was made aware of one thing. Since childhood he was never given the right to vote. It was because his life was arranged by his mother.


Being a lecturer is definitely not the desire of Garda. He was forced to follow Anita's demands. Honestly Garda does not enjoy the profession. Therefore, the Guard chose to open a business with Rivan. Choose the field he likes.


"Your mother wants her children's lives to be perfect. Even though Papa knows your Mama's way is too pushy," Dimas said again. The guard just silently listened to what his father said.


Dimas patted Gard's thigh again. That made the Guard look at his father. Dimas's eyes clashed with Guard's sharp eyes. "Now your mother is disappointed," said Dimas made the Garda's forehead frown. "The boy she always thought about her future from childhood. I have to marry an ordinary girl. That's what your mom always regrets" Dimas continued.


Of course the Guard did not accept the words of his father "But Mama herself is our soul mate!" said the Guard with a hardened face.


"Yes! That's what disappointed my mom. Because he feels like he failed to make your life perfect" Dimas said in a soft voice. The middle-aged man smiled warmly. Trying to understand the look on Garda's face that looks sour.


"But the Guard is already feeling very happy, Pa. The Guard already feels the Guard's life is more than perfect now," explained the Guard. He looked at Dimas' face with sadness.


"Papa says your mama's mind is complicated, brother. What we think is enough does not necessarily look good in your Mama's eyes" Dimas added. Hearing that made the Guard sigh tired.


"Mama has been affected by the standard of life of her friends. Even Papa himself is overwhelmed, Brother." Dimas looked at the Guard with a calm face. The sad-eyed middle-aged man was clearly more made dizzy by the nature of his wife.


"Originally you know. During this time Mama pressed also because Mama was pressed," added Dimas. It made the Guard cluck. He had not liked his mother to follow the arisan with the socialite woman.


"Why don't you forbid Mama to join the ranks, anyway! Make it complicated," said the Guard so confused face all the demands of Anita.


Dimas smiled faintly at the Guard's question. The man looked back at the television. "The happy papa's wife is there" Dimas replied in a soft voice. "Papa's busy. The children are busy with education. Papa doesn't want to close his eyes. There's a lot of happiness that you can get there" Dimas added with lips that still commented on the thin smile.


"Buckin!" hatch Garda with a small push. Garda was always treated since childhood affection of both parents. So dai was not surprised to hear Dimas' answer.


"You're the same!" bals Dimas won't lose. He already knew enough how the Guard felt about Nadin.


"Papa just asked for you, brother. Want to know if you are the same nature as Mama. Never make Mama hurt especially for Mama cry. Your paradise remains with Mama" said Dimas suddenly.


The Guard turned a little at Dimas. He nodded without a sound. The man stood up straight from his seat. Intend to check into the kitchen. Time has gone on long enough but Anita did not finish cooking.


"This is also the wife of papa cook what, anyway, very long," muttered the Guard as he passed.


"Help you there!" edict Dimas. The middle-aged man pressed one of the buttons on the remote until the television screen turned black. Remembering magrib's time is coming soon. The man prepared himself to go to the mosque.


While the newly arrived Guard in the kitchen squinted his eyes. The man got closer to Anita who was standing in front of the stove. The middle-aged woman was seen putting a lot of meat into a large frying pan that contained spices in it.


"Oh my God, Mama! Old pantesan people cook rendang rentjan," said Garda wonder.


Anita slightly glanced at the Guard standing beside her. "This is, right, your favorite meal, sister," Anita replied casually.


"But, right, the Guard wants to take a quick trip home, Ma. Poor Garda's wife is alone at home" the Guard protested. Because Anita's cooking will definitely not ripen in a short time. Moreover, the woman cooked in large portions.


"Makanya cepet have children so as not to be alone," Anita replied still with a casual tone. The woman started stirring the meat inside the frying pan. Not caring about the Guard's unacceptable gaze.


"Pa! This wife of yours, you!" shootout Garda when Dimas came in his cocktail.


"Follow Papa to the mosque first," said Dimas.


"Tuh, come with your Papa" said Anita.


Garda let out a breath of air. The man immediately walked in limp steps following his father.