Nackal Duda
The Jutek Mom

I'm getting ready to go to the airport to pick up Papa and Mama. Dari refused to participate because he reasoned to make food to welcome the arrival of my parents.

Along the way, Mama just kept quiet without the slightest smile on her face. Papa told me to let it go because forcing her to talk only made Mama more emotional.

When I got home, Tara was struggling with her orchid plant. His smile expanded when he saw my Mom and Dad coming.

Unashamed, He approached Papa Mama and kissed their hands. "Newly come Ma... Pa?" sapana.

"You don't have to call me Papa anymore! Call Om only!" ketus Papa's.

"Ma... Aunty and Om tumben not long ago to Jakarta has come again." the intention is that Tara wants to mince words, but instead makes Papa say more spicy.

"Aren't you telling me your ex-wife Gas, if you want to get married tomorrow?" ask Papa.

"Agas? Wanna marry? Tomorrow?" ask Tara.

"Don't pretend you don't know! I told you yesterday that I'm getting married!" answer me with a ketus.

"Yes you know, but I think it's a lie. With the woman from yesterday? Who lives with you? Not with the pretty student of the time?"

I folded both my hands on my chest. Again he made both my parents ask who the student meant.

"Whose students are Gas?" ask Mama.

"Don't mind him, Ma. Let's go in!" I took Mama and Papa into the house. Before I entered I deliberately turned around first. "Tomorrow come to my wedding. As a neighbor, you should also know who my wife is!"

I followed my parents and went into the house. Dance welcomes the arrival of Papa and Mama with a smile.

He saluted Papa who replied with a warm smile, very different when facing Tara was super ketus.

Unlike the Papa who welcomed Dance with a smile. My mother looked at him from the tip of her foot to the end of her head. Mama's face instantly turned into a killer teacher ready to punish her mischievous student.

When Tari reached out for the salim, Mama only stretched out a few seconds of her hand and then pulled back.

"I made tea for Mom and Dad. It's still warm, please try!" said Tari who tried to be as friendly as possible with Mama.

"You do it yourself? Is this bread too?" ask Papa who melts the atmosphere by sitting in the living room and trying out the bread made by Tari.

"Yes, Pa. Dance for yourself. Sorry if it's still not good, Dance is still learning for him."

"I want to try ah. Come on Ma, try it! Artificial bread Delicious dance! Earlier this morning Tari had made Agas bread for breakfast. More experiments he had." I sat down and tasted the tug tea and the panada bread he made. I admit it tastes good.

Mama sat in the living room with Papa and tasted tea. I know Mama likes it even though she has trouble hiding it.

Mama also ate the panada bread that Tari made. Until exhausted. Mama is typical of voters, if not delicious he will not eat until it runs out.

"What's your wedding preparation, Gas?" ask Papa. "Did you order a wedding dress?"

"Udah, Dad. Book kebaya at Mama's boutique." Papa actually already knows, he just wants Mama to hear my own plan.

"The former is also done, right?" ask Papa again.

This is what Papa, if you want to tell Mama why not just go straight? Why use a slightly insinuating way like this? But Papa knows the details of my wedding plans tomorrow.

"Udah, Pa."

"What catering? What do neighbors for? Want to open a buffet?" ask Mama who finally got hooked.

"Mh... I forgot, Ma." lied to me, but yesterday I was a party with my friends.

"Where the hell are you? Time for neighbors not to think about catering? What will the neighbors say?" I finally got to spray Mama. It's my fault to forget something important like this.

"Sorry Ma. Agas yesterday was busy managing showroom and Dance. Agas forgot. How is Ma good?" I lied, but yesterday I had a party with the kids.

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I decided to fill my time off with sports above. Run on the treadmill and keep my muscles in shape by using the gym equipment I have.

"Of!" Dance put her face in front of my gym.

I stopped the sport I was doing. "Why?"

"Wake first! We'll have dinner together. Dance already cooked, later Om who invited both parents Om yes!"

I smiled, very diligent this boy. Morning made me bread for breakfast, afternoon made panada and tea pull to welcome my parents. For dinner, he also prepared.

If other girls, the day before the marriage contract usually go to the salon for stretching, mascara and various other salon treatments. Dance was busy struggling in the kitchen to please my family.

"I ordered salon treatment at home. Tomorrow we will get married, usually women like to take care of themselves in the salon. Don't cook!" I said.

"But how's dinner going?"

"Let's help prepare. Just wait in the room!"

Dance back to her room. I contacted a salon that could come home through one of the apps.

I replaced the task of Tari preparing food that He had cooked and arranged it on the dining table.

"Why did you do it? Where's your future wife?" ask Mama. Mama has been busy catering for tomorrow.

"Tari I asked for treatment in her room. There are salon people who come for treatment. Dance has cooked for us, later he will eat when it is finished. Where's papa, Ma?"

"Papa fell asleep in the room. Mama is busy taking care of impromptu catering, eh she is even engrossed in molor! Papa prayed first and then here." Mama helped me get dinner ready.

"What's the kid's personality?" Mom asked about Dance.

"good. Olegant. Plain. Diligent." I answered honestly.

"Why do you want to marry her? You should think about it mature. Don't be so sorry for getting married!"

"Ma, Agas did not marry recklessly! Dance is a good boy. Yes honestly, at first Agas only helped him out of pity. But after getting to know her more closely, it turns out that Tari is good for her son. Agas who does not believe in marriage alone thinks that he is good enough to be a wife. At least she did not become a wife who looks smart to deceive her husband for cheating with her husband's best friend." I replied cynically. Not cynical to Mama, but cynical about the fate that befell me.

"If she's not a good wife, how is she?" ask Mama again.

I smile. "Agas is not a good husband, Ma. Agas and the glittering world of Agas. Plain and innocent dance. The dance is still too young but the trials are so heavy. Having a husband like Agas was also a trial for her. So, Mama is calm and does not need most thoughts yes. If it wasn't Dance, Agas might never marry again."

Mama looked at me sadly. "Pity you, son. Your trauma seems so hard to get rid of."

"The gas will eliminate it slowly, Ma. Let Tari be Agas' wife. Ridhoi our household, may what Papa says be true. Agas can heal Agas's trauma of marriage by marrying Tari."

Mama breathed deeply. "Yes. Hope so. Mama always prayed for good for you. But I'm sorry, you can't like someone so easily, like it's easy to turn a palm."

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