My wife Canduku
~bonus chapter 3~
"Pips.."
"Mimi's.."
Shouted Maher and Mahira, ever since they reached his house. Maher and Mahira went straight to her parents room, while Raka and Indah followed behind in a slow walk.
Mario who was still sleeping in the Inca chest, immediately rose.
"Well, it's a riot to go home, but I just want one more round."
Inka pursed her lips. Then, get up to open the door of her room.
"It's the stomach, how many months has it been sir?" Ledek Inca, pinched Mario's belly which was somewhat rounder than before.
Mario laughs.
"Keep aja ngeledek. bentar again also deflated. From tomorrow I'm getting ready again." Mario answered while holding his stomach and smiling at the wife who was walking towards the door.
The inca laughed.
Chequek.
Inka opened the door to her room. Outside Maher and Mahira immediately hit the Inca and embraced it.
"How's the walk?" Tanya Inka was enthusiastic about the twins.
"It's a lot, Mi." Mahira's eyes sparkle telling the atmosphere in the old villa new shape belongs to the grandfather.
"Vila grandpa is now big, Mi. Cheek house loses big." Maher spread his hands to the side, showing how vast the villa belonged to the grandfather.
"What time?" Ask Inka who has not seen the current state of the father's villa.
Because Raka just bought land behind and beside their previous villa to expand the villa. Raka deliberately made her villa to be spacious for her old days with Indah. He wants to open a business of fresh flowers that have been running little by little.
Then the twins ran towards the father who was still sitting on the sofa.
"Pipi. sometime we go to grandpa's house again."
"Hmmm.." Answer Mario.
"Here the cheeks haven't bit your cheeks." Mario hugged his daughter again.
Inca walked out, leaving the twins in the lap of the father was engrossed in telling stories. He approached his parents who were in the family room.
"Pa's." Call Inka to Raka and kiss the back of her hand.
"Well, do you think mom's staying over?"
"Where would you like your mama to stay overnight before we officially get married again." Answer Raka.
Beautiful smile.
Raka and Indah looked at each other, making the Inca realize what was happening.
"Mama? Papa's? You guys?" Inka asked, squinting her eyes and fusing her two index fingers together.
Beautiful smile, so did Raka. Just this time Inca saw her father smiling after a long time, she did not see it again.
Then, Beautiful nodded.
Inka immediately smiled, he was very happy to see his parents reunited, even though he had to wait twenty years.
"Mama.. Papa's.." Inka hugged her parents.
Indah and Raka also returned the embrace of the princess.
They hugged each other and cried.
"Sttts.. Don't bother Mimi." Mario said when Mahira and Maher wanted to approach the Inca and his grandfather's grandmother there.
Mario, who saw the wife in the middle with his parents, also gave his wife's family private access to talk. He invited his two children to play in his garden.
"I'm sorry, papa, we're separated." Said Raka, after their embrace loosened.
Beautifully rubbed his wet cheeks, so did the Inca.
"Sorry because you're selfish." Raka rubbed her wet cheeks.
"It's fate, Pa. indeed the path must be like this. Maybe if you don't part with your mom, you still haven't felt the magnitude of your love for you." Inca.
"That's right, dear." Raka hugged her daughter.
"Keep the plan, after marriage papa and mama will stay at the top. We're gonna do your mama's favorite business."
"really? so papa's really a flower plantation?"
Raka nodded, "Papa just wants to please your mama."
Beautiful just smile. He doesn't talk much.
"Hm... Ciye Mom.." Inked Ledek.
"Your father learned romance from your husband." Beautiful Saying.
"Oh yeah?" Ask Inka not to believe it.
Lovely nods.
"You don't see how your father proposed to you in that villa, you're also shocked to hear that he's been contaminated with your husband's womb." Beautiful chuckles tickled.
"Something seems to be talking about Mario." Mario chirps, holding Mahira and Maher walking in front of him.
"Ih ge er." Inka hit the husband's arm when Mario was sitting next to her.
"When is the wedding, Pa?"
"Lusa. It's just a deal and directly in the KUA alone."
"Not here?" Ask Mario.
Lovely shook. "So, it's old.no show, just get married."
"Yo, your parents don't need to be invited, no invitations, just let them know later." Say beautiful again.
"Well, how is that?" Ask Inka and Raka.
"Are you ashamed to marry me again?" Ask Raka.
"Not, not like that, just embarrassed because we're old, already grandparents." Beautiful Refuting
"What's wrong?" Tanya Raka was confused.
"Yes, there's nothing wrong, it's just.."
Raka and Indah seem to be at odds.
"Come, Ma.. Pa.. You're just getting married, times are at odds." Saying inca cuts the dispute between Indah and Raka.
Mario just smiled.
"Mama Laras and Papa Andreas must be invited because this is the happy news of our family." Say Inca again.
"Well, right, honey?" Ask Inka to Mario.
"Whatever, I'll follow you." Mario smiled as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Alright, only Mario's parents are invited." Beautiful Word.
"Aphis, Vino, and a few of my business associates were also invited." Raka mentioned a lot of people.
"Then not in KUA, it will be crowded there if you invite many people." Knock Mario.
"Yes, I agree with Mario. Not in KUA, just here." Sahut Raka's.
"If necessary, Mario will bring MUA to dress my mother, all Dance and Ambar so her Ayu fence."
Sontak Indah hit her daughter-in-law's arm. "You're mama's taunting?" Beautiful smile.
"Agreed." Sahut Raka again.
Beautifully rounding his eyes. "I'm ashamed, I'm not a girl anymore, Mom."
"But you're still pretty, honey." Raka.
"Uhukis.. Uhuk.. Uhuk.." Mario pura coughed at the romantic words thrown by his father and mother-in-law.
The Inca scratched his head which did not itch.
"Totally yes, grandparents with grandma want to get married."
Inca and Mario laugh.
"Tuh, mama is still romantic, call papa with the name 'mas'. Well, you still call me 'sister'." Mario protest in Inca ears.
Inka turned to her husband's face, grinning her teeth, responding to Mario's protest.