Nackal Duda
Abi Vs Wira

...Please Be Wise in Reading. Can Be Read After Maghrib 🙏...

Dances

I'm like getting durian collapsed. I never thought I would meet my grandmother.

It feels a combination of disbelief, happiness, sadness and a haru feeling that is so explosive. How not, all this time I lived without knowing who my family was. All this time I felt like the world was unfair to this little guy like me.

But who would have thought, Dari Si Girl Introduction Soto who also works as a dishwasher in a seafood stall, now has a grandmother who comes from one of the prominent families.

When my friends laughed at me and thought I was the son of a poor teacher, I accepted and resigned. If they knew that it turned out my grandmother was one of the richest people who had a lot of land, business and so respected.

Even my grandmother, she's still blue-blooded. Therefore, her appearance was very different from the appearance of the grandmothers I used to see in the village area. So charismatic, from his appearance alone it has been seen how he grew up in a family that has a high social status. He said that his smooth and firm attitude seemed to prove everything.

Now, can I be proud? Can I show the whole world who my grandmother is? Even though I can't see my parents anymore, it feels like having a grandmother and aunt who love me so much is enough. I feel that there are those who acknowledge my existence in this world other than Abi and my two in-laws of course.

Today, we had a conversation and let go of the kangen while occasionally crying. Oma also gave me a photo. Photo Mama Naura. My face is a little like my mother.

Aunty Irna said, I was very similar to Oma in my youth. It was precisely because of my resemblance to Oma that made my existence easily discoverable. Like a gift, I was cut in half with Oma.

I saw a picture of Mama Naura smiling. Her body was tall slender with long hair unraveling. Very beautiful, her face is typical of Indonesian girls with her skin that is yellow.

I suspect, my white skin must be from my Papa. Aunt Irna promised, will give you a picture of Papa when he comes later. I can't wait to see it. They are really true love, before long Papa died, Mama also followed. May they both be happy in nature.

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Tonight, the atmosphere is so calm and peaceful. The woman was sleeping in her baby box next to my bed. I was hugging Abi and using his arm as my pillow.

This kind man has changed my life a lot. Though a bit ignorant, but I know he's good. Abi is the best man of my life. Although He hurt me a lot at first, but his actions that helped me seemed to erase all the pain that He inflicted when he first married. We love each other and build a happier home.

"You happy? You now have Oma who loves you very much. You also have an aunt who has always been looking for you endlessly. You are no longer alone. Sorry, I didn't answer your question directly. I just want you to be able to feel the same happiness as Oma and at the same time" Abi said as she hugged me tightly.

"That's okay, Bi. I am very ordinary. Abi jahil I am also ordinary. Next, what is Abi's plan going forward?"

"Of course raise the hero as well as possible. The next plan might be to add children? I want to have a daughter so someone can take care of us when we're old. It seems that having only one son and not having a daughter is incomplete. But that's later, wait for the Wira a bit big first and start to understand. So do not be envious later with his sister because of lack of affection. Abi also plans, to advance our Cafe again. Production in the factory has also been a lot and employees who began to absorb more and more as well. Even we can pay off some of the principal loan on the house next door."

"I agree. How about we just rent a place and open some branches of our cafe? No need to buy land, of course. So it's cheaper to set up a cafe." I suggested.

"Gee... Mommy Dance is so smart now. Abi's business talent is contagious in Mommy! It's great! Try kissing first!"

As usual, without Abi's permission kissed me. I can only return her kiss to fulfill my duty as a wife.

But Abi would have wanted more. He began to pry my assets which are now the patent of Wira.

I kept his hands that were constantly fumbling in the middle of us kissing. But not away Abi even unbutton my negligee and....

Oek.. oek...

The Owner of the Area woke up.

As if he did not want his own to be taken by his own Abi.

I wanted to carry Wira but Abi did not let go of her pagutan. Worryingly. Which one should I choose.

What happened next was a hardline defender of the Hero came and directly knocked on my room door.

"Dance! The dance! The hero is crying!" mama shouted while knocking on my room door.

I'm trying to let go of Abi who won't lose.

"Dance!"

I let out my energy and finally managed to escape from Abi and carried Wira.

"Yes, Ma. Dance again in the bathroom!" my lies.

"Where is the gas? The child's habit of sleeping! His son cried until the screams were not taken first!" cerocos Mom.

I held back my laughter hearing Mama nagging Abi who seemed annoyed that Wira was interfering with our intimacy.

"Drowsy gas, Ma!" answer Abi who makes Mama more nyerocos.

"Udah has a child like that. When you were a kid, Mama was like that too! Don't be naughty to be a child! Don't know how old people sacrifice? Night is day, day is night! It's only been a few days now that parents have been sleepy!"

I breastfeed the Hero while holding back a laugh. Seeing the face of Abi who was singing her lips while occasionally imitating Mama's speech even without a word.

Abi... Abi...

The same child himself does not want to give.

The hero went back to sleep after knowing that he had taken his own. Abi patted the empty bed beside me.

"We go ahead yuk!" take Abi again.

Huft....

I shake his head.

Kirain was not.

"Just bobo doang really" said Abi because I didn't go to him. "What matters is that you can hug!"

I smile. Who wouldn't miss if Abi behaved this sweet. Patience with Abi Darling. Abi's fast will end.

I went back to sleep on his arm and hugged him tightly. We fell asleep until two hours later Wira woke up again and cried for nen. Enjoy being a parent. Sleep is not good either.

While breastfeeding my Lady I prayed, praying for my parents up there. May Allah forgive all their sins. I also pray for Mom and Dad who raised me. My prayer is my thanks.

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