
“Ya already, just lived, yes. Mas Sepri is like this. But that does not mean you have to take the shortcomings for granted. Because if it can still be changed, yes slowly learning together. But if asked romantically like others, like Mas Sepri less or even can not,” said Septi's mother who doubted the son.
“Who said?” sergah Sepri dismissed the assumption of the mama. He stared at the sanctions presumption of the mother who had immediately laughed at him, following the doctor Andri who had done it first. Which makes Sepri more inexhaustible, next to Binar, he also caught Saints busy holding laughter. “Why are you laughing, Ma'am? The important thing is that I give birth and inner life, besides I also have to be happy with you, right?”
“Ya still, Mas. Romance is necessary and if it is mandatory. Like cooking, romance is a spice in relationships. Moreover, the name is married, it is like being a life-long friend. Look at Mom same Papah. Ojan, .. yes, Ojan is so romantic.”
“Don't mention Ojan's name, his son will come home. Widow's signal is just as auditory if it's spoken again!” said Sepri and again has immediately made the one there laugh. Only Binar was messing around because it seemed, the boy did not understand. Evidently, a few seconds later, Binar whispered to Sepri, “Om, what's the widow's signal?”
Hearing a very secretive sounding question from Binar, Sepri immediately glared. Sepri was too surprised and only realized that the age of Binar is very easy to catch on to what is seen and heard.
“No, it's nothing. This is just the chocolate. Binar likes, right?” sepri deliberately shifted the focus of Binar's attention. He also deliberately held the Binar, making the boy busy with sweets and chocolates in the jar.
“Yes Allah, is this the beginning of happiness in our relationship? Nothing at all, Sepri is not romantic. Of important responsibility and certainly faithful, Sacred Inner” receives some chocolate heart packaging from Sepri.
“Mas don't have to be romantic like others, Mas.” Suci deliberately raised his voice when finally, Sepri drove him to Binar. He glanced at Sepri who was still stepping next to him as their steps became compact more slowly.
The Sacred rented terrace stayed, just a few steps away. Not three steps, they should have got there. It's just that, what Saints just said was discussing romance, making their move completely stop.
“What is important is the responsibility, let alone I bring Binar, and until anytime, I can not without Binar. I don't want to be like already, already widowed, not wanting to marry again, the child was even signed even though it was left to my parents. Because for me, until any time, until I die, Binar remains my responsibility because of my son Binar, Mas.” The saint gradually looked at Sepri. Since Binar had gotten to sleep and automatically, his little girl would not hear what they discussed, he deliberately solidified their intentions in establishing a more serious relationship.
“I do not ask you to stay in Binar or just leave it. Until then, I will never separate you. We marry, yes Binar automatically come with us. In fact, one of the main reasons I want to get married quickly because I already love Binar. I do not want Binar lack of affection papah, after what Binar experienced and until it makes him very hit,” sure Sepri who said softly.
Listening to that, Saints gradually sighed deeply. “If Binar becomes one of the reasons Mas want to marry me as soon as possible, another reason again, ....what?” This time, he asked carefully. But different from before, Sepri suddenly misbehaved at once could not answer.
“If Mas shy to talk, Mas can send via WA. But if sent via WA, Binar could read,” the shrill Sacred who hurriedly smiled innocently when finally, Sepri looked at him.
“That was really Sepri?” the Sacred Inner is still hard to believe, even though Sepri has passed from before her.
“Mbak, which key?” sepri exclaimed from the front door there still carries a really sound Binar, and was mistaken for fullness eating chocolate by Septi's mother.
“Oh yes, Mas. Bentar,” Holy sergeant.who immediately pulled out of his daydream. He immediately opened his handbag, then took his contract key from there. In addition, he also opened the door.
“Means in the near future, we have to set the time to play to his mother's house Mbak,” said Sepri.
Hearing that, Suci was immediately dumbfounded as her heavy gaze was fixed on Sepri's face. “Mas, .. my father is not a common person. ... my father baji*nga*n, Mas. The talk is rude, light-handed, even though I've been this big. That's why I rarely go to him, but he still has to be my guardian.” Suci was really confused if he had to remember let alone deal with the father whose behavior resembled that dakjal.
“How dare he mess to you, I don't hesitate to throw him into the river. What the heck, the life of the living is also not, still acting. Already, the business of Mr. Ma'am, do not mess around. Dare he ruffled, Ma'am quite silent, let me take care!” sure Sepri is not yet anything already emotional. But what he knows, once Suci also looks like Binar. Holy kor*b*an kehancura*n household parents due to the father's frequent KDRT, jugger*d*i, mab*o*k, and also hobby play w*a*nita.
“But if it is right there, we do not need to bring Binar, well Mas,” Sacred bargain really begs, but fortunately, Sepri who is still listening carefully, immediately nods.
“Let's Binar be just as mamah. For a long time, Binar must have been his bestie. I think Malini is Arum's mother. Very close to them,” said Sepri deliberately suggested.
“Malini? Malini who, Mas? If Arum's mother, right, her father-in-law is Arimbi, right?” reply Sacred who still feels foreign to the name of Malini. He let Sepri in first.
“Malini is his sister Nina, his wife is Akala. He was only a few years older than Bar. He's been in first or second grade, doesn't understand. But yesterday I saw him in a red and white uniform eating with Arum's mother at a branch restaurant now run by Akala.”
Hearing Sepri's explanation, in his heart Suci sure, Arum's mother who is none other than the father-in-law of Arimbi mbak acquaintance, means indeed a very good person. The proof, the class of a daughter-in-law's sister and her age is still a child until she became a bestie.
Only, the agenda of their meeting with the Holy Father has already made Saints can not be okay, other than Saints who do feel very embarrassed at the state of the character of the father.