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EXTRA PART: CAUSES AND EFFECTS
Gilang's mother seemed to have closed her eyes after silence silent the corner of her eyes moist, because of the pain of hearing conveyed by her son.
"Mom.. is mom asleep?" tanya Gilang faintly stopped a swab on her mother's back.
There's no answer.
"Mom... Go to the room. Good night, my mother, baby." Kecupnya on the forehead that has begun to wrinkle at eating that age.
It actually makes the chest of Gilang's mother more tight. His eyes were just moist. But when he was alone in his room, he cried as if hiding behind a pillow so as not to be heard by Gilang.
Not without reason why the attitude of the mother arrived lebai. Because the time before the contract is completed and after the marriage contract in the title. Gilang's mother had a chance to talk to Indira's mother.
The Flashback
"Congratulations ma'am, we're officially a besan. My mom's son is very lucky to have my daughter. It's beautiful, independent, kind again. As if reluctant to release it with ordinary people. But anyway, my son made his choice to the mother's son, so as parents, we can only pray for the best." Said mama Indira who intended to remind each other.
But do not know what about Gilang's mother's response. It seems he concluded for himself that the 'common man' is an insinuation that they are not worth it. According to his own version.
"Oh, yes, Mama Gita, our duties as parents are certainly obliged to pray for them." The answer at that time.
"Denger, Gilang already has his own house?" Indira said again.
"Alhamdulilah, yes ma'am." The answer is a bit sad.
"Thank God. Later I asked Gita his house in complete ART or not. Because thank you ma'am, my son used to treat me like a king's daughter. So you can't work like a waiter, or a housewife. Commonly served." Fix, this word is what triggers the change of mind Gilang's mother. Misrepresenting and feeling humiliated yourself. Though maybe Indira's intention so that the iron is not surprised if the child is not ordinary work, household work.
"Well.sorry mom. I haven't asked Gilang that far either. Have you prepared ART for them while staying together later." Replied Gilang's mother was a bit confused.
"Ga papa, if there's none. You can take one of the ARTs in this house. They have four. Because it seems, Gita is still at home office work. I don't want my son to be exhausted." Indira said again.
Having a daughter who was handed over to live with her husband also presents its own fears for mothers. And that's certainly very reasonable. So even though he was married, the mother always wanted to show that affection to her children.
Flashback Off
He left the room, closed the door. So that his mother can sleep well. His head was pointed at a wall clock on the right side of his house.
It turned out to be almost half twelve nights.
"Oh my goodness, did Gi fall asleep?" ask her own in her heart.
To the bathroom, to again clean himself, so that his wife still feels comfortable when in his arms later.
Crossed in and immediately locked the door, also turned off the lights and turned on the sleeping lights gave a dim impression on his room that was not large, also without air conditioning. Simple there is only a fan that alternately moves to the left and to the right that is stuck on the wall of his room, to help air circulation in it.
"Neng... have you slept?" Gilang got on the bed and then turned his wife's sleeping position to face him.
"Have you got the door?" Gita's voice suddenly sounded in the room.
"Oh.. haven't slept. Sorry, lama neng. Here a'a hug." Gilang felt guilty for being late outside earlier.
"How many houses a'a make sure it's in the lock. Two more hours wait ain't in." Upset Gita.
"Sorry, there was a mother outside. So a'a talk first. Uh, it turns out a little cold so ask in the crack for a moment. Sorry about the neng." Said Gilang, again a lie.
The gita did not answer.
"Eneng's mad?"
"What if you get angry?"
"Yes whatever the hell. Surely a'a apologize, leave it cool for mom."
"You're sick and mom is just as sick. Which a'a nolongin first?" gita's fishing rod on her husband.
"For example a'. must be answered." Force Gita.
"You're good with the sick mother, you two a'a input the hospital in the same room. So two of them can a'a serve."
"You're still at home, you've fainted two of them, a'a why?"
"A'a out of the house. Call a neighbor or neighbor so that two of them are the same can be evacuated." Answer the logic.
"So A'a can't choose between mom and cuddly?" tanya Gita is still pushy.
"Kok used it anyway. Have the mother, God's gift, can not choose who will be the child. While the wife is a choice that has passed several sets of selection. And my heart is already stuck in the air. Can not bargain again the level of love." said Gilang while stroking the tip of his wife's head.
"But..."
"Udah. A'a don't want to talk about anything else. About the mother's talk at the dinner table earlier. Don't be extended. Eneng tau ga, mother tuh jealous just as cool, afraid a'a ga love again with him. Because his skin is wrinkled. Yes is the age of mother berepa, the age of wife a'a how much. Skin care is expensive too, anti aging humming all right." Canda Gilang who has started to star to two circles that are not satisfied he sesap earlier.
"A'a...."
"Hmm."
"A'a really take it for what it is?"
"Yet more cake?"
"Eneng can't cook a'...."
"Ten much onlen sales. There's also a house later if we stay at home." Gilang is not the drag they imagine it to be.
"But if we're at mom's. Eneng can't do anything. Ntar in mom's pouting again." denied Gita inscure.
"Don't focus on the cool stuff you can't. Prove that in other things that are good at mastering, the talents of each person are different, dear." He kisses Gita on the forehead.
"Hm..." His grunts.
"But what can you do?" The Gita spins the brain to think about its advantages.
"We try to make a child, the time the jaganya eneng there." Kekeh Gilang whose hands have been on the part that has begun to moisturize because of the actions of the index finger and middle finger covering the hemisphere of the heavenly burrow.
'A'a.." The whine is spoiled.
"Outdent neng, yes."
"Can you please?" goda Gita spoiled.
"Sin knows." Bahak Gilang who chose to sit down to remove all the attributes of the ritual bully that he would carry out that had paused earlier.
In forbidden sirik, they're newlyweds. Still grateful for the many breaks in unification time that haqiqinya. Than the old bride Kevin and Muna. We are made mukbang because it is always long, long and many times.
Seriate...
Nyak Siih here milih stoic aja read comments that are still flavorful vent after reading about Gilang's mother.
In my heart nyak happy, semya comments are proof of love readers to nyak not play.
Obviously, this story is still very much in interest and in waiting for its continuation.
Really. nyak can not stop nulis part next and next.
Makeup all the while