Nackal Duda
Abi

Gnats

I contacted Mama and Papa, asking them to come to Jakarta in order to open a new cafe owned by Tari. Intentionally news of pregnancy Dance I hid first, her intention to surprise.

It's nothing, Mama is typical of parents who if they get important news will be very excited. Don't forget about my accident. Mama will immediately ask Papa to book a plane ticket at that time. No matter if they get to Jakarta it is very late at night.

I was worried, Mama and Papa would also directly book a plane ticket and come like that time. Let it go first, later when they are here I will tell and definitely tell in person more memorable of course.

Mama and Papa are coming on Friday. The opening of the cafe was held on Saturday. The dance is very busy with the opening of the cafe. He went back and forth to the cafe to prepare everything.

All employees have been trained by Tari very well. I saw they liked a top like Dance who was very patient and explained very clearly.

I keep an eye on what Tari's doing. I don't want him to get tired and have an effect on the fetus in his womb.

He also said when I asked him to take vitamins and drink special milk pregnant women. Today there is no drama like a few days ago. If the mellow nature is not recurrent, Dance will be a fun dance as usual. Patient, cheerful and friendly. If the mellow nature of kumat, ouch. heavy business! A little bit of wrong talk directly mewek the boy!

I helped as much as I could. The employees are quite sprightly, Tari just pretty commanding this and that, they immediately obey.

Apparently, the leadership style that Tari has is even more powerful than me. Being a respected leader is hard, but being a leader valued by his men is even harder.

I'm going to order lunch for Tari and her employees. Dance who asked to buy rice Padang only because he said he was very hungry.

I obey everything He wants. I ordered Padang rice with rendang side dishes and grilled chicken. It turns out true, Tari spent a pack of Padang rice without any leftovers! I didn't think it was because he was small but ate so much! Where did the fat go?

Today, Mr. Adi came to visit. He wants to see firsthand the concept of the cafe that Tari made before the inauguration on Saturday.

I sat in the corner of the room while watching Tari explain every detail to Pak Adi. I noticed, Mr. Adi continued to look at my wife with awe. Yes, dance is beautiful, good again. Who is not tempted by dance?

I held back my jealousy for not wanting to see the sad Dance. Later if the mellowing is friday, I also bother. However, I continued to stare at them without blinking. My gaze was the gaze of an eagle that could see its target from a distance.

In the afternoon, Tari and I went home. Dance wanted to rest because she realized in her body now there is my son. He did not want to push his energy which led to fatigue later.

As usual, before going to bed I stomped his feet which he said felt sore. Dance loved my massage and was able to fall asleep right away.

Ever since I found out that Tari was pregnant with my son, I haven't had a husband-and-wife relationship again. Besides I have not been keenen, I am also afraid that my son will be okay if I fight Mama continuously. I will also regret it later.

Let it be, my sister can understand. He is no longer fussy and asks to be satisfied. He knew he had a baby to take care of.

On Friday morning, Mom and Dad arrived at my house. Mama brought food for Dance. He also made his own homemade sambal pecel for stock at home. Less than 2 kg that he brought. Tari said it will be used for the pecel menu at the cafe later. For variations so that the cafe menu is not boring.

Mama hugged Dari warmly, as if they had not met for a long time. Although it looks a bit more beautiful, but I prefer to see their closeness like this than to see Mama acting jutek on Dari.

"This is for Mama!" I said while giving the white envelope to Mama.

"What'sthis? Want to give money? No, Mama's money is a lot!" mama said arrogantly.

"Not money, Ma. Open up dong!" Dance proposes to surprise Mama. Because the idea may also be so I follow.

"What the hell? Mama was curious about it?!"

"It's not just Mama, Papa's curious too! Let's quickly open dong!" papa Sahut.

"Yes. yeah... Patience with Pa. How many checks do you want to give me?" syndical Mama.

Me and Dance looked at each other and smiled. It's worth more than a check!

She opened the envelope and was shocked when a piece of paper fell off. "What's this?" Mama picked it up and saw USG Tari's photo.

"That's not the USG result?" ask Papa who responds faster.

Me and Tari nodded compactly.

"Are pregnant Dance?" ask Mama again.

Me and Tari again nodded compactly.

"Why do you want a grandson? Thank goodness!" Papa wiggles the body of Mama who is still dreamy.

"Is this really Mama's going to have grandchildren?" Me and Tari nodded again for the umpteenth time. "Yes Allah... Not barren! Thank goodness..."

A stool?

So Mama thought I was barren all along? Oh, God is so cruel to my mother! I'm normal, Ma! I wanted to yell at Mama like that but I held it.

Patience again, Gas... Patience...

Mama do not know how many millions of prospective architects, prospective ministers, prospective members of the House of Representatives who I have thrown away in contraception? I'm normal, Ma!

"What a surprise you guys! It's worth asking Mama and Papa to come. Usually also the opening of a new showroom you do not want us both!" satir Papa the spicy tongue.

"Not that, Pa. Money makes the plane Papa and Mama better I buy rice tumpeng only, quite more efficient he. he. he. he.." my god.

"Basic stingy kid! Same old man calculation!" poke! My head was shuffled with a newspaper by Papa.

"Gee! I'm Papa's candidate you know, Pa!"

"Already... already! Later, the future grandchildren are shocked to see Papa and Grandpa noisy!" said Mama stopped my fight and Papa.

Dance smiled as she shook her head.

"You don't get too tired, Dance. There's a granddaughter in your stomach! Open a cafe you can, but all of your men are working!" mother's Advice.

"Yes, Ma. Abi was willing to do the same dance." replied Tari.

"Abi? Abi who's the one?" ask Papa. Although not asking, Mama's face full of curiosity has described everything.

Dance pointed at me. "Abi Agas." replied Tari with a timid smile.

"Abi?" Mom and Dad looked at each other shortly... "Huahahaha... Abi's? Huahaha...."

Both my parents laughed at me. Mom even cried so much she laughed.

"What happened to Abi's call?" my lips.

Dance smiled as she rubbed my arm so I wouldn't get angry.

"Nothing's wrong, Gas. Only Abi is usually intended for a Father who is impressed tuh religious. What are you that is religious? Prayer still likes to perch, just paycheck either when and fast you until the poll for a month? Papa's not sure!" sindir Papa's.

"Let's go! Agas will prove that Agas will be a great Abi for Agas' son!" I stroked the flat stomach of Dance. "When you're born, Abi will be a great Papa to you, son!"

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