My Teacher
The MT part 63

The sound of laughter from the two women is now heard in a room that only has an area of 3×2 equipped with cooking utensils. It seems that the two have now started to get along, bearing the status of son-in-law and in-law. Mother Dita did not look down on her daughter-in-law, even the middle-aged woman was very enthusiastic every time she met Nessa.

After the drama in the room, Endi finally chose to go directly to the company of the Papa after making sure his wife was not alone in the house. It was hard to leave his little wife. It was very desirable that he was spoiled after the two were completely sticky without the slightest distance. However, there was no way he could see himself. Considering he is a head of the household who is supposed to provide a living for his wife both a born and an inner living.

While Endi is learning to take care of the company, different again with his wife who is currently struggling in the kitchen with an oven. The eighteen-year-old girl looked deft in pouring the dough into the mold. She plans to bring her cake to her husband.

"That which is ripe can be stored in a jar." said the in-laws.

"Yes, Bun." answered Nessa, taking off the thick glove in both hands. Walk slowly to take the jar stored in the kitchen top cabinet as a storage area for kitchen tools such as fryers, pans, blenders, jars, and others.

Walk slowly, as if something is stuck down there. The pain in his lower area made him bite slowly on his lower lip as each move. It seemed to get a shy smile from the in-laws. Yeah, that woman must have known what happened to the daughter-in-law. Understandably, seniors must have memorized. Although Nessa did not show any discomfort at all, her expression could not be lied to.

Nessa puts the ripe cake into the jar and arranges it to look prettier if looked at. Curious about the taste of her own cake, Nessa took it and put it in her mouth.

With her head nodding, Nessa was unable to hide the taste of her homemade cake. Yes, although not as good as chef-made cakes, but, it does not taste better.

"Mother, will?" bargain Nessa to her in-laws who were waiting next to the oven at the time.

Offered so, where maybe Mother Dita refused. The middle-aged woman immediately received a cookie from her daughter-in-law's hand.

"No boy, Bun?"

"Your son, it's really good. Mommy can't even make a cake like this. You are a complete package, have a cooking pinter, plus a pinter for cake. Belly husband is necessary." said Mother Dita returned a smile embarrassed by Nessa.

"Don't overdo it, Bun. Nessa will fly."

"Yes pa-pa does fly. Oh yeah, Mommy wants to ask one, okay?"

Her father-in-law's statement just made Nessa curious. Tumben-tumbenan Bunda Dita must be permission first when mah asked. Bizarrely. There must be something!

His hands did not stop feeding the cake into his mouth. The soft texture taste and slightly sour taste of the nastar cake make it melt.

"Your new night?" said Mother Dita was cut because Nessa immediately choked on her making. Hurry Mother Dita get water for her daughter-in-law.

"Uhukkk... uhukkk... w-what, Bun?" Nessa stutters. His back was patted slowly many times by the Mother.

Seeing the shock of Nessa, made Mother Dita understand. "Nothing. Oh yeah, it's two in the afternoon. Mending you get ready." said Mother Dita diverted the conversation.

"yeah, Bun. Nessa went to the room first to clean up." the girl went straight to her room to clean up and get ready to catch up with her husband.

Half an hour later Nessa was out of her room. Its appearance is simple but very stunning. How not, ever since her status as a wife, the girl looked different. Looks more elegant and mature. Especially now that she wears a navy-colored robe combined with a hijab of the same color.

Nessa and her in-laws left together. Though Nessa has refused a ride given by Mother Dita who said she would deliver it to the destination. At first, he wanted to go on his favorite motorcycle. However, after several persuasions Nessa finally relented.

So here's where he is. In the car, sitting in the back seat with Mother Dita. The driver is the driver.

"Mother this nitip?" her in-laws gave a small paperbag to Nessa.

"It's nothing. It was just a take-off from your grandfather. Let it go later." Nessa nodded too. Choose not to ask again about the contents of the paperbag.

They talk a lot. Until they realize that their car has stopped in a skyscraper that is almost the same height as the company Papinya.

Nessa barks and says hello before actually getting out of the car. This was the first time she had set foot in her in-law company. It felt a little awkward when meeting with the staff who worked at the company.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. If you know who to look for?" ask the receptionist when Nessa just set foot inside.

The girl smiled kindly. "Sir Endi is there?" ask Nessa.

The receptionist was surprised. Nessa who realized it immediately docked her words earlier. "I mean Mr. Rey."

The receptionist's reflex rounded his mouth with his head nodding.

"Did you make an appointment with him?"

Nessa shook her head while grinning.

"Sorry, Ma'am. If you don't make an appointment with him, you can't meet."

Nessa was shocked. Whatisthis? Meeting your husband is not allowed.

While thinking of a way to get inside, suddenly a familiar male voice sounded in his ears. The girl turned around and saw the man with the typical office look walking towards her.

"Gapain come here?"

Nessa's smile expands to see the man who became her first love. Yep, he's the Papi.

"You're playing, Pi, Nessa brought a cake. It was made at home with Mother." answered Nessa greeting the hand of the Papi.

"Trus why don't you come in?" ask Papi Ibra. Sontak Nessa glanced at the cynical receptionist who was in the middle of the storm. Yes, the woman who works as a receptionist in Resa's office knows very well who Papi Ibra is.

Sang Papi who saw his daughter glanced towards the receptionist immediately approached. Stand up handsome with both hands put in his pants pocket. Yes, although the age is no longer young, but, the appearance of the Papi like adult men in general that revolves around the age of thirty.

"She's my daughter and the daughter-in-law of the owner of this company. Get to know his face, I do not want this incident to happen again." said Papi Ibra put on a cold face.

"B-good, Sir. Sorry for my negligence." the receptionist just lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry not to me, but, my daughter."

"Udah, not pa-pa. Don't be extended, even Nessa is amazed, her mom is very professional, does not let foreigners who want to go into the office." said Nessa broke up. Then quickly grabbed Papi's arm and brought him inside.

"Pi, Nessa's anterin yes. Nessa's been here for the first time."

Papi Ibra just smiled as he gently rubbed the shoots of his daughter's head. Long time no see makes the man very long. The usual home of many would be the behavior of Nessa is now becoming quiet.