NOT PERPETRATORS
Visited Parents & In-Lawers

The next day, early in the morning, when I was busy cooking, suddenly the house bell rang. I asked bi Murti who was sweeping the floor to open the door. As usual, bi Surti helped me cook.

Not long after, bi Murti returned with the guests. How shocked to see who came, both my parents and my two in-laws. I was in a hurry to wash my hands and greet them.

"You cook yourself?" ask Mr. Wibowo.

"Yes, Dad."

"Isn't there a Bi Sur?" ask Ms. Hera.

"Imania loves to cook, Ma. Than not doing anything."

"Oh ...."

"How are you, son?" ask mom.

"Thank God, fine, ma'am. Mom, how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, fine."

"Eh, let's sit in front. Let Imania make you a drink."

Me and bi Sur prepared a banquet for them, while they headed for the sofa and sat there. After hosting them, I got permission to go upstairs to call Dimas.

When I got to my room, I didn't find my husband. Where is he? Didn't he say he was going to take a shower? Is he not finished yet?

"Darling?" Called him.

Doesn't sound legitimate. Ah, maybe Dimas is still in the bathroom. As I was about to get out of the room, suddenly someone pulled my body into a hug.

"Dimas, cold." Dimas' body was wrapped in a towel. He hugged me from behind.

"You're cold?"

"No, I mean, your body's wet."

"If you keep hugging you, not only my body is wet, but also—"

I immediately turned around and pressed my index finger to her lips. "Sst ...."

Dimas smiled at me, then brought my body back into his arms. "Main, yuk!"

Without waiting for approval Dimas immediately carried my body and laid me on the bed. He's oppressing.

"Dimas!" Just now I was going to say that our old man came, he immediately kissed my lips. "Emph!" I tried to escape.

"What's wrong? You don't want to?"

"Not so, but—" Not finished talking, suddenly my eyes were shocked by the four people who were standing in front of my room door. "Dimas." I pointed directly at the door using my tail.

"Oh .. Okay, let me close the door first, yeah, honey."

Dimas is moving from my body. And he was surprised to see who was coming. "Well, since when are you here?"

The four old men stared at Dimas as they crossed their arms around his chest and shook their heads.

"Ha-ha, we're playing. Why are your expressions like that? Don't you guys do the same thing?" Dimas spoke while scratching his head.

"Dimas!" they shouted in unison, but Dimas quickly closed the door of the room.

Dimas also approached me who was standing while also crossing both arms on the chest.

"Why didn't you tell me they were coming?"

"I was just about to say, but you attacked me immediately."

Dimas hugged me back. "Yes, let's move on!" Dimas brought his lips closer.

"Dimas!" I immediately held back that lip using my index finger. "Later tonight."

"Okay."

I pecked his lips. After Dimas was dressed, we went down to those who had sat back on the sofa. Dimas greeted them, then we sat down to join those who were still staring at us with probing eyes.

"How are you all doing?" ask Dimas.

They all no one said. Making Dimas wrong. They seem to be intentional and co-conspirators.

"Ha-ha, why are you looking at me like that?" ask Dimas.

They still remained unmoved, just looking at me and my husband with sharp eyes. Must have been because of that incident. Ah, that's embarrassing. Cook for parents and in-laws who want ninu-ninu.

"Regardless, right, newlyweds," Dimas said suddenly as he scratched his head.

After a few minutes of looking at each other, Wibowo finally grabbed a cup of coffee from the table and asked, "How's your honeymoon?" Then sip the coffee.

"Alhamdulillah, very nice, Well," Dimas replied bluntly.

"Ohuk!" Mr. Wibowo choked.

We panicked too. I immediately headed to the kitchen to get some water. Then come back to give it to Mr. Wibowo. "Here, Dad, drink it."

Again, Dimas made me blush in shame. My mother and mother Hera also smiled amusedly at the answer from Dimas. It's the first time I've seen Hera smile. Although his smile was amused, it was not intended specifically for me.

I sit back. "Dimas, don't say anything!" my reproach.

"Home how? I'm telling the truth. It tastes really good, doesn't it?"

I'll pinch his waist immediately.

"Aww!"

"It's nice to see you guys getting along and being in harmony" my mom said.

"Dad can't wait to have another grandchild" my father said, sipping his coffee.

"Just pray, Dad. We make it every day, okay? So fast to be," said Dimas again.

My father almost choked on hearing Dimas' words. "Ghem!" Fortunately, it is almost.

Finally, we talked happily. It was nice to see both families getting along and being in harmony. Many times what they ask is grandchildren. Only ten days married. Ms. Hera also craved a grandchild. It makes me more excited to get pregnant soon.

After talking, we ate together, and after that they took a break to go home.

***

In the afternoon, after taking a shower, Dimas and I were sitting on the sofa. I was having a fun WA chat with my old friend, Dewi. How shocked to know that they are getting a divorce.

[You serious?]

[Yes. How else. The rangga has not changed. After all, I've fallen in love with someone else.]

[Who?]

[When do I know it, huh?]

[No, Ima. Free too. We no longer love each other.]

"What's up, honey? Seriously, it's chatting." Dimas put his body to me.

"This, Honey. My friend is getting a divorce."

"Kok, can?"

"His husband loves cheating, the eyes of the basket!"

"Well, how come you're following emotions?"

"Who is emotional?"

"You" he said, pinching my nose.

I moaned. "I hate playboys."

"I'm important I don't."

"Awas, yes, if it comes to the lyrics of other women. The sexier, prettier, more—"

"Sst?" Dimas immediately restrained my lips from speaking again using his index finger. "Nothing is sexier, let alone prettier than you. In my heart you're one."

"Yes, I believe."

"What basis do you trust me?"

"Parmin," I replied.

Dimas laughed when he heard me say the name 'Parmin'. "So, Parmin told you something?"

"Hm ...." I nodded, then hugged her body.

"What ... did he tell me so much about me?"

"Not much. But ... From a little story, I know that I'm very lucky to have a husband like you" I said, hugging.

"That means ... You and Parmin are best friends, dong, now?"

"He's funny. You're lucky enough to hire him."

"Where's funnier than me?"

I looked up and pinched his nose. "Yes, you, I'm." Dimas returned my embrace. "But .. pity him too, huh? Cook is old enough, but not married either. Mana gets slapped by girls again, ha-ha. Because of you."

"Well, what, because of me? Parmin, tuh, lucky. Because of me he's got a lot of shit, ha-ha."

"Already, ah, don't talk to Parmin anymore. Get her ears hot."

Dimas kissed my forehead, then said, "I'm ordering something for you."

"What?"

"Surprise."

"What, I'm curious about."

"Tomorrow there will be a package coming."

"Hm .. curious."

"If the package comes, you wear the mall, huh?"

"Shirt?"

Dimas did not answer. He just smiles to himself. "I'm so happy to be back with you."

"I am too."

Dimas rubbed my stomach. "May the seed of love that is planted soon grow. Grandpa and Grandma were impatiently waiting for the good news from you."

I smiled watching him. "Darling, what kind of boy do you want?"

"Both."

"One-one, dong?"

"I want a guy who is handsome and nice like his papa. The beautiful and pious girl like her mother," Dimas said as he continued to stroke my stomach.

"Amale ...."

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