My Love My Bride

My Love My Bride
visit to Salman's house


Happy reading...


Two matic motors pulled over at the Queen Resto parking area. Two women came down and passed towards the entrance of the resto.


"Sister Laura!"


"Eh, there's Nindy. How are you doing? Long time no play here" said Laura.


"Good, Brother. Shame ah, later if you come here for free."


"It's true, isn't it?" alena Goda.


"Know you, Len. Don't open the dong card, I'm just talking." Clumsily.


The children's laughter distracts Alena. He looked up and smiled at what he saw. He sat down in the garden chair while reading a book. Riky's cousin looks so sweet.


While the children play with some children of restaurant visitors. They look happy even though they don't know each other.


"Why did you do it, brother?"


"So playing with the kids. She's cute, she's her son" Laura said with a smile. It passed into the kitchen.


"Who's Ajeng?"


"Cousin Riky" said Alena while looking at Ajeng.


"Where's it sitting, Non?"


"Just be there. Thank you, Ari," said Alena who pointed to one of the tables.


"Ready, Non Alena." Legally.


"Auntie!" queena shouted while waving.


Alena waved her hand back, as did Nindy. Meanwhile, Ajeng looked at them.


"Sir, Zein went home with Alena ya."


"You want to go to Meydina's?" ask Laura.


"Yes. I haven't visited Amar yet. Lena promised," said Alena while sitting on the chair.


"Ask first. Who knows, Zein is staying at home again" Laura said.


Alena nodded slowly.


"Come, Nindy! I know you're pretending. Usually also not shy," said Alena teasing her best friend.


"Yes. It's usually coy, too" Laura said.


"Ish, Laura's sister. Nindy was so embarrassed," said Nindy blushed.


Laura and Alena just smiled in response. Laura thrust a plate of food at Nindy and called Ajeng and the children.


She was a student at that time, the inner Ajeng when she saw Nindy.


"Jeng, this is my best friend. Her name is Nindy," Ijar Alena introduced. Both also shake hands.


"Sister, want to go home with auntie, right?"


"Auntie's going to sister's house?" asked Zein who was enjoying pasta.


"Hmm" nodded Alena.


"Can. Ride the bike, right, Auntie?"


"Yes dong, what's up?"


"Son Zein doesn't want to stay at Queen's house anymore?"


"No ah. I'm tired of playing with Queen. Brother miss baby," said Zein cuek.


"That's it," decih Alena.


"It did." Legally.


"Mommy! Want to stay at Grandpa's house," whined Queena.


"Well, you haven't come home yet, Queen. Later if it is a holiday. Auntie Amie said, Sunday night Arka also wants to stay at grandfather's house" said Laura.


"Asiatic. Okay, let's." Okay."


***


"Sister tacky. Danger knows, next time don't" Alena said as they arrived in front of Salman's residence.


"Auntie Seru. Brother wants to play motorbike ah," said Zein ran into his house.


"Mommy!" Zein hugged Meydina who opened the door for them.


"Sir Mey," said Alena.


"Hi, Len! I thought you had forgotten about Mey. This who?"


"Ajeng, Brother. Cousin Riky's sister" said Alena.


Adjeng awkwardly welcomed Meydina's hand. Then they are welcome to enter the house.


Since entering the main gate located far ahead there, Ajeng has been amazed by this luxurious residence. His fascination increased when he looked inside the house.


"Mar! How's it going, honey?"


"Good, Auntie. It doesn't hurt" said Amar.


Alena greeted Salman who was accompanying Amar playing lego with a very large number of bricks. He also introduced Ajeng to Salman.


"Auntie, play yuk in my room!" bring Fatima who comes to them.


"If the game is the same Auntie Ajeng first how? Auntie wants to talk to Mami Fatum."


"Can. But not be. Mom, sister playing motorcycle. I'm gonna play the bike, too." Whimpering.


Meydina asked a waiter to take out Fatima's motorbike. A very cute pastel colored battery motor.


"Other inside yes" Salman said, and was called Fatima.


"Sir, Amar will too."


"When it heals."


"Honey, the leg is not finished either. What's that gonna do?"


"Micro cities huh?" He spoke while watching the toys.


"Auntie knows, Mommy doesn't know."


"Maclum sister, Mami is less updated," licked Alena. Meydina laughed softly as she nodded.


Amar invites Ajeng to play lego with him. Fatima rode around on a motorcycle and was followed by a female servant.


Meanwhile, from the large glass on the side of the room, Aldo was seen taking out a mini trail motor belonging to Zein. The eldest son of Meydina seemed happy while starting to turn on the motorbike which sounded like in the race arena.


"Om Salman how are you?" ask Alena.


"As you can see" Salman said flatly.


Alena smiled faintly staring at Salman. That guy wasn't as brave as he used to be. Maybe because of the pain she was suffering.


"When's Riky last coming home?"


"Last week, Om."


"How many years have you been married, you haven't had children. Are you delaying intentionally?"


Meydina was astonished by her father's attitude. It's not usual for Salman's father to interfere in other people's affairs.


"Yes, Om," said Alena slowly.


"Why delayed? You guys are young. The child is sustenance, delaying the child is tantamount to refusing sustenance." Flat language.


"Well..."


"Pity Riky. He must have wanted to have children" Salman said again.


Alena bowed to hear what Meydina's father said. He tries to control his feelings.


"They had a reason to do it, Dad. Alena is very young" Meydina said.


"Especially because it is young. So parents still have the opportunity to enjoy the day with their grandchildren. Like dad, if you got married and put off having kids until college was over, there might be a Zein. Likewise with Amiera," Salman said without caring about the look on Meydina's face that felt bad for Alena.


"Yes, Om. It's true that way" said Alena slowly.


"The career could follow. You will not be short of money even if you do not work. Riky's the man in charge. He can give you anything you want." Added.


Meydina was confused as to what to say. His father would not understand the thoughts of women today. On the other hand, in silence Ajeng glanced at Alena who was downcast. I don't know what was on the young woman's mind. His face is hard to describe.