My Love is Mentok In You
Chapter 73

"Are you really not papa?" The same question was repeatedly uttered by bang Ar to his wife.

"Yes bang. I'm not healthy!" Ayra replied, who was sitting on a dresser, drying her hair.

Bang Ar who had just changed his clothes approached his wife and took the towel from her hand. Helps dry her long wavy hair.

"Papa are we angry now?" Again the same question Ar made the wife cluck stop her husband's hand and turn her body to face the husband.

"Oh my goodness, how many times has his brother been mute. I answered how many times. I'm not papa okay! We're leaving now. If it continues to be delayed the problem is getting late. It's getting harder to solve." Ayra grabbed one hand the husband held her.

"We need to get this over with. Don't let it all be too late. Okay!" Smiling reassured the husband.

Next to the hand of bang Ar outstretched stroking the head of the wife rubbed the tops of her head and smiled warmly. "You're the best!"

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Now both of them have been at the house of Mamih Asti to take some clothes Ayra to be brought home at the top.

"How long have you been there?" Papih asked the ghost who was sitting with him in the living room sofa by sipping coffee made by his daughter.

"Maybe a few days. There's a lot to do there." Reply bang Ar who sipped coffee in his hand.

"Fire the doain hopefully the problem is quickly resolved yes!" Timpal the Papih.

"Yes Pih. Thanks though. And I'm sorry so make Papih's kids hard on me." Timpal bang Ar.

"That's you, whose cake. Ayra's obligation to obey her husband, follow you wherever you go. So Papih please take care of Ayra, guide her to be a good wife!" The message to the ghost.

He had already released his little daughter who he had always pampered, which was always his tired medicine when he came home from work. And now He places his responsibility on the youth in his face.

"Yes, of course. I will take care of Ayra and guide her, I will try to be a good priest for her. And will always try to make her happy." His ideal.

Papih smiled, it seems he was not wrong to entrust his youngest daughter to this dream ghost.

The two continued to chat exchanging stories, about the work and problems that were happening on the plantation.

"Here you go!" Shouted Ayra on the doorstep of her room to her husband.

Bang Ar approached the wife at the door of her room. "Why?" Ask.

"This is how it's carried?" Tanya Ayra made the husband squint his forehead in wonder.

"Why?" Ask.

Ayra pulled her husband's arm into her room. Bang Ara turned her eyes, looking at the lined suitcase.

"It! Why so much?" Bang Ar was gaping to see it.

"Geez, baby we're just in there, not moving."

"I know bang. All you have to bring is one suitcase!" Show Ayra one suitcase, and that's her husband's suitcase.

"What else did you do?" The question is getting confused.

"The others were brought to Mom's house. Said my brother tar we'd stay at Mom's. I am packing." His ideal made bang Ar smile and shake his head.

It turned out that his wife was so excited to live with her parents. Until all his stuff he packing to be taken away.

"You are yes!" Bang Ar rubbed his head in a fit of anxiety. "Don't you think you'd want to stay with Mom and Dad?"

"Ishh. We agreed to stay at Mom's house before we had our own." Typhoon Ayra.

"Yes. Ja. But we're going to the farm. Why are you packing from now on?" Ask bang Ar.

"All of you. Let's put my stuff back to Mom's. All the way." His ideal. Because it's the way to go to the plantation, pass the mother's house first.

"eehh.. Where are you guys going?" Ask Mamih who just came home from the stall.

Mamih did not know of the arrival of the two. When the two came, Mamih just went to sanity. And now he's shocked to see his son and his ex dribbling a few suitcases.

"We want to go to Mih's plantation." Answer Ayra.

"What are you doing? Honeymoon?" Ask again.

"No, bang Ar has a job there." Typhoon Ayra.

"Why bring so many suitcases?" Scratch again.

"Isshh here's a suitcase to take to Mom's house. Abis comes home from there we'll go straight to Mom's, we'll stay there." Typal Ayra again made Mamih moody.

Ayra who knows the Mamih must be saddened by his passing. Hugging the Mamih. Although the two often argue, but to separate it feels heavy for both.

"Mamih don't be sad dong! I'm just going with my husband. We will come here often. Nginep is here too." Ayra said to the Mamih.

Mamih did not chimed in, he grabbed the body of his youngest daughter and sobbed in tears.

"Mamih don't cry! I went along crying. Then Mamih that taught me to obey my husband. Don't cry!" Ayra is sobbing. It would feel strange if every morning did not hear the screams of the Mamih who became his alarm to wake up.

"No. Mamih did not cry. Mamih was just confused. If you go tar who wants Mamih to make a storm every morning?" He broke his embrace and smiled

"Brach!!!" Ayra stomped her feet in annoyance. Instead the Mamih would make a play to keep him away. It even looks like it's gleeful.

"What's? Precisely Mamih seneng, you want to obey your husband." Mother wiped the trail of water on her cheek and turned to the princess' cheek.

"So a good wife. Don't like your husband's opponent, just the one you're fighting!" His words again made Ayra hug him again.

"I love Mamih. I'm gonna miss you, you know Mamih!" Ayra chuckled with her words.

"You are yes! Mamih especially will miss you very much. Surely the house will be deserted. Did Mamih make you!" Timpal Mamih and make Ayra let go of his embrace.

"So. Look out for ampe I have more!" Ayra's annoyance made the people there laugh.

Ayra never wanted to have a sister. He had already proclaimed himself to be the youngest child. Even though the Mamih wanted it again, but was strongly opposed by the princess.

"You don't think of me. Baby brother Icha launching. Take care of your grandchildren don't think about children, they're old too!" Ayra continued to wander. Makes the Mamih shake their heads.

"Yes, you're also a mother of grandchildren! Let's just race this house." Timpal Mamih with his laugh.

"Mamih calm down, I'll give Mamih a grandchild." His ideal.

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Go home from there. We wait for the good news."

"okay! Because we're gonna make a lot of parts there?"

"What party??"

"Part makes kids!"

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