Nackal Duda
Om-om Gaje

I just realized how stupid I am. I left Tari over without giving her any money to hold on. Idiot... Stupid Gias!

If there's anything with Dance and she doesn't hold onto the money?

Oh, my God, why don't I think about that?

"sorry. I forgot to leave you money. So, tomorrow we go to the bank and create a savings account for you. Later I transfer to your account for snacks and make daily necessities."

"Dari does not mean asking for money kok the same Om. Bener! Dance just want to tell you if the contents of the refrigerator Om is not complete so Dance can not cook a variety." refuse Dance with her innocent face.

"Yes. I ate it at the supermarket! And regarding the account, I really want to make it for you. We're getting married soon, which means you're my wife, right? I have to save you. Use the money carefully. Wear it for everyday purposes such as cooking and if there are emergency costs. The rest if you want to snack or shop. That's your right. If less I will add more. Now I eat first. You're done getting ready because we're going shopping."

"Good, Om."

Finish eating I wait for Dance in front of the house. He said to get ready first.

I sat on the porch seat and saw Tara and Damar fighting. The sound of their quarrels was heard all the way to my house.

"Tell me Mama, I can definitely give her a grandchild! Just be patient and let's see who can't have kids!" said Dance with a loud voice.

Waw... New news here.

So they got into a fight because Mama Damar wants to have a grandchild soon? Interesting though.

"Well, my mother asked me as soon as possible, we have been married for two years and you have not filled it yet! What's the name if you're not the one with the problem?!" Damar yelled back.

I smile, this is the marriage you want?

I never responded to a relative or relative asking why Tara wasn't pregnant. I said I haven't been told the message.

I'm not demanding much less force Tara, although Mama really wants to immediately fondle the grandchild of her only son.

I don't intend to hear their quarrel, who told them to fight in front of the house? Looks like they've come home from Mamama Damar's house and they've been fighting since they got out of the car.

"Come Om!" uja Dance.

I was silent to see the different appearance of Dance from before. He was wearing a black blouse with khaki pants and a sling bag. I'm all buying it.

What made me go crazy was that she was wearing lipstick and a little blouse on her face, making her look fresh and beautiful.

"Come, Honey! I'm still seeing two lucknut squabbles. We better have fun." I raised my voice a little so they could hear it.

Succeeds. They stopped fighting and now stared intently at me who was opening the car door for Tari.

I pulled my car out of the garage and deliberately stopped for a while in front of them.

"Other times if you fight inside! I know what your household problems are. I'm not the one who's kepo!" sindirku then gas while laughing to see the two's angry faces.

I laughed in satisfaction as I watched the two couples cursing in annoyance. Without me noticing Dance had been watching me since.

"Why are you so happy to see them fighting?" tanya Dance with her song.

"He's happy. They cheated on me behind my back. Now seeing them fighting with each other makes me happy. I think there is a burden of the heart that is lifted." I said with a happy smile.

"Om wrong. If Om is happy to see people fighting and being difficult, what is the difference between Om and them?"

"Don't be angry, Om. If Om does hate and grudge what they did to Om, the way is not to be happy in their suffering. Simply Om show them that Om's life is now happier, they will not be comfortable alone."

I'm not getting mad. That's true what this innocent said.

"Sometimes, you're smart too!" my praise.

"Yes dong! I'm a teacher's son. Eh but kok Om do not praise my appearance anyway? I learned from Youtube as well so I can look like this."

I parked my car in the supermarket parking lot and turned off my engine.

I look at Dance now. This innocent girl turned out to be charging praised. Be that as it may. His efforts today from cooking me good spaghetti and also dressing up neatly should be appreciated.

"I don't usually praise people if I don't like it. I'd rather show it by deeds." I put my body up and kissed her cheek. "It's my form of appreciation."

I got out of the car and waited for Tari to get off as well. But why didn't he come down?

I opened the car door and saw him sitting with his hand on his chest. His eyes were empty as if his soul had been taken away.

"Aren't you going down?" my question made him soar in shock.

"Ah... Ja. I'm down!" he said that immediately came down after I opened the door without removing the seat belt first. He got stuck and sat back in his place.

"Slow down and don't be dumb!" I bowed and opened his seat belt. Our distance was so close, even I could feel her breathing. "Aren't you going out?" ask me after releasing the seat belt.

"Ah... Yes." His clumsy attitude He could not get rid of. I laughed seeing him. Is there a yes in today's innocent and innocent girl like her? Just like from another planet!

I walked towards the supermarket that was on the bottom floor, Dance followed behind. He kept his head down as he walked, making me want to prank him.

I suddenly stopped and made him hit my back. "Aw! Why did you stop suddenly?" his protest.

"Who are you! If the road lifts his head. Look ahead. Don't keep bowing!" my nag.

It was unexpected that he actually raised his face and was now walking next to me. He even grabbed my arm. "Let's not hit by Om anymore better Dance walk next to Om!" she said with her innocent smile.

I shake his head. This kid likes to suddenly become aggressive but can also quickly turn into shy lightning.

I took trolly shopping and pushed him. "What you want to buy, choose. Do not spend a little. A month too!"

"Ready, Om! I'm gonna make some food according to the recipe I'm watching." He was busy choosing a variety of vegetables, meat and cake ingredients. Without using notes he memorized all the materials that will be used. Very good memory.

We also arrived at the shampoo and hair paint section. He suddenly stopped and chose hair paint. "Dance can be painted, right Om hair? Yesterday's dance saw the person who made up his hair darnainnain very good!"

"Can you get your own hair?" I doubt his abilities. "What do you watch in a day? Just a day I live a lot of material that makes you curious like!"

"Much, Om. Dance watch be a good housewife. Starting from cooking, dressing up and providing service in-place"

I stopped the talk because some visitors listened to what He said. "Yes. Don't need to explain anymore! Just pick the hair paint you want!"

I walked first to leave him. Still I hear him grumbling. "Huh just now, the turn was answered even told diem! It's Om-om gaje!"

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