Not the Perfect Wife
32. When to get married
"Ran, today I'm taking on you, yes" said Tisya.
"What are you here to ride?" ask Emran.
“I took a taxi, my car broke down,” Tisya replied.
“Today, I'm leaving with the kids. I was lazy to drive. If you want to come papa,” said Emran.
“Narrow, Pa,” by Aydin.
“Usually you bring your own car, why now same kids?” ask Tisya.
“I have meetings in several places so, I ask Mr. Hari to drive,” replied Emran.
“Ya already, I ordered a taxi,” said Tisya.
They continued their breakfast. Not long after, the taxi Tisya ordered came.
“I go first, Emran, Aunt.” Tisya left them after saying goodbye.
“Iya, be careful,” says Karina.
“Have finished eating?” ask Emran. “If you have? Come, go!”
“Have,” Afrin replied.
“Mother, get in the car, right?” ask Afrin.
“Download motor,” replied Yasna.
“Ngak papa, the motor is left here only,” Emran said.
Yasna nodded with a smile. They say goodbye to Karina, Aydin first got into the car, he chose to sit in front next to Mr. Hari. Emran sat in the back with Afrin and Yasna.
In the course of only Afrin's voice, Yasna chimed in occasionally, as did Emran. They drove Aydin first, then drove Afrin and Yasna.
“Afrin, log in first, yes! Papa wants to talk first with Mommy,” said Emran.
“Iya, from Papa.” Afrin ran into the classroom waving her hand.
“What's up, Mas?” yasna asked after Afrin left the two of them.
“I should have asked, what is it exactly? Didn't you agree yesterday that we didn't meet first?” ask Emran back.
"What do you mind?"
"Of course, no! I'm just wondering,"
"I've thought about it and I've decided to go back to my original goal. I want to win Aydin's heart." Yasna looked at Emran.
"So you mean, you forgive me?"
"For this time alone, there's not twice let alone three times."
"Thank you, I promise I'll always take care of myself and take care of your feelings." Emran smiles at Yasna.
"Ekhem .. If you want to date not in front of the school, many children who see. Remember if there are two different types of people together, the third person is a demon," said Nadin who just came.
"Who's dating? We're just talking. I see there's nobody around but you so, you're a demon. I'll go back, assalamualaikum." Emran just left before Nadin got angry.
"Getishalight." Yasna held back her laughter.
"Hey! It's good to know the devil, just be careful when you meet," grumbled Nadin.
"Come, in! The guy's gone" Yasna asked.
"You have a relationship with Emran?" asked Nadin in his steps.
"We humans have to have good relationships."
"You're pretending you don't understand. You know what I mean."
Yasna just smiled without saying anything. He himself was also confused what to answer? In fact, they did not have the relationship that Nadin meant, but they had a commitment that they had to keep.
"You make me even more curious" said Nadin.
"I've reached my room, bye."
Yasna leaves Nadin, making Nadin grunt, but he is happy to see his best friend happy.
'You are a good man, may you always be happy, ' said Nadin.
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"Ma, where's Zahran? Why is he rarely here? Does he not accept that his daughter is a girl? It's not my will either, no matter how this child's flesh and blood." Avi is upset with Zahran because since his return, Zahran seems to not care about him and his son.
"Busy chasing after his ex-wife," said Avi.
"What do you mean?"
"Mama already knows the answer, without me explaining."
"You should ask yourself, what is your lack? Until Zahran is still chasing Yasna who is clearly not a perfect wife. Don't blame others." Faida left Avi alone.
"Damn! I should be able to make Zahran submit to me, all this time I've been trying to separate them and succeed. Now is the time to make Zahran just look at me" muttered Avi.
Avi holds his little daughter, he hasn't even given her a name yet, he hopes Zahran will give their daughter a name.
"Assalamualaikum," said someone who had just arrived.
"Waalaikumsalam, Mas" said Avi with a smile as sweet as possible.
"Mama, where?" ask Zahran.
"There's inside" Avi replied. "Mas."
Zahran is leaving. However, Avi held Zahran's hand. He wants to say something.
"Mas, our daughter has no name yet. Did you think of a good name for him?"
"Nothing, before I thought he was a man so, I prepared a name for a man instead of a woman."
"Give him whatever name you think is good."
Zahran was silent, he did not think of a name for his son at all. So, what is he confused about?
Avi let go of Zahran's hand, it seemed like the man was indeed not thinking about his daughter at all. Though Avi really hope there is little attention Zahran for their daughter.
"Anise." Emran left after saying one name.
Actually that's the name he used to prepare with Yasna for their baby-to-be. Now he gave the name to his daughter with another woman, not his daughter with Yasna.
"Anisa, what a name. Dear your name is now Anisa, Mama will find a long name for you, what is it?"
*****
"Father!" yelled Afrin who just got out of school.
"Why not kelja?" ask Afrin.
"Yes, I want to work again. I will pick up Afrin with Mother Yasna" replied Emran. "Where's Yasna's mother?"
"There's a gulu luang."
"We wait for Mother Yasna, yes!"
Afrin nodded in agreement to Emran's words. Seen some children coming home to pick up their old otang.
"Sorry, why not go home first. I can take a taxi" Yasna said.
"It's okay" Emran said. "Come, up!"
They boarded the car and headed for Emran's house, Yasna's motorbike was still there.
"Mother, when did you marry Papa?" ask Afrin.
Yasna and Emran are shocked to hear Afrin's question. They are not yet at that stage, how should they explain it to Afrin?
"Afrin knows where to get married?" ask Emran.
"Teman Alin said, if you want to have a mother like Mother, Papa the same Mother smoothly married first," replied Afrin.
"If Afrin wants Papa to be married, Afrin must pray a lot, let God give the way Mother and Papa married," said Emran.
"Mas." Yasna looked at Emran and glanced towards Aydin in front.
"It's okay" Emran said.
Aydin clenched his hand, upset with his Papa who was about to get married without telling him. He will not let that happen, he will try to separate his father from Yasna and the other women.
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