Om Pamungkas
pinging

Days change week, weeks change month.

Finally, it has done the submission process, because Ratih has undergone it before, so the process is faster and not complicated, so the process is faster,

in addition, Pamungkas trying to make his wife who is legally but not yet religiously it is not too much to come to face.

He knows very well how to take care of mental train, train,

moreover, Ratih had also been active in this place as the wife of others.

A week before the wedding,

the bride-to-be is not allowed to meet for seven days.

Adi and Ana are still very much in the Javanese culture, they do not accept the word myth, what they say Ratih and Pamungkas do.

Although this is a second marriage, Adi does not want to be original, he tries to do his best for Endungkas and Ratih.

But she wanted an ordinary marriage.

Only attended by family and close friends.

After the discussion, he finally gave up,

the party continued but the number of invitations was reduced.

" Beware if you're not coming?!" threaten Frans, Derry and Rafael.

" Why are you so sudden?!" rafael protest, rafael protest,

" i was too busy, I forgot.." The sound of the end looked tired.

" Are you really, huh?! when do we leave the office on the same day? what did the commander say?"

" I don't know how you guys talk, just come, you guys promised me a second, you know,

who wants to deny?

you you? Frans? or Derry?"

Rafael remained silent, not answering.

" Take your wife's child, I've prepared a hotel room for you, two days only..?" Finally, he wanted the presence of his friend.

After calling his friend Pamungkas immediately got up from the chair.

He continued to paint his room.

" Living room too sir?" ask Mr. Agus who just finished painting the middle room.

" the living room let the white pack" said Pamungkas holding a brush.

" is this much the rest, sir?"

" the rest put it in the barn, you now go home, I can handle it myself?"

" walahh.. Can I help you, sir??" mr. Agus is not tasty, either,

" No sir, let me paint my own room.." Just smiling, finally,

" do you like purple tho sir?" asked Mr. Agus saw the wall of the room was still half in purple paint.

He nodded, his smile looking relieved.

" Sir. later, ask for his help in the future yes sir.my and my wife definitely need a lot of help father." said Pamungkas kalem, making Mr. Agus smile, making Mr, but the man just nodded.

" My wife is ten years old with me sir.so if she is a little spoiled and less independent in the maklumi nggih sir." added Pamungkas.

" Own nggih sir..my task here is to help njenengan, do not hesitate if you want to tell me.." said Mr. Agus began to understand, this master, this, ndak, true affection for the woman who will be the hostess of this house.

Pak Agus obeyed his orders, he went home, his house was not so far away, just a few minutes walk.

There was his wife waiting at home.

" Wes mole sir? (have you come home, sir?)" ask his wife to open the door.

" Iyoo. pak Pamungkas sent home e buk.." pak Agus sat in the living room of his house, there were no chairs, only a green and thin carpet that he sat on.

" durung.. (not yet), I insist want to paint his own room.."

" owalah.yeah let sir, the important thing is that the other work is done..

her name is also a bride sir,

make his wife happy for sure.."

mr. Agus just smiled, though,

" kopine endi tho buk? (where's the coffee buk?)" ask the man while smiling at his wife.

Finally following Ana's steps from the first floor to the second floor, her hands were full of goods that she would hand over to Ratih for the pension.

From starting from underwear, kebaya cloth materials, rails, powder, bags, and other female needs.

" What hasn't Pam?" tanya Ana looks tired, though,

" Sandals and shoes mbak.." replied Pamungkas tau sister-in-law who is not young anymore was tired.

" So wait here, while drinking or eating,

let me be the one who is looking for." said Pamungkas put his shopping on a chair in one of the food courts.

" Yes, I'm thirsty.."

" lha yes mbak, to sit here while eating." said Pamungkas not waiting for an answer, he immediately walked to one of the stores that said Ana is a favorite brand of Ratih.

Ana's presence was very helpful, because she was right on her own, there was no father or mother who directed and helped her,

he does not know what goods you should buy and deserve to be given for peningset.

It's his first marriage, and it should be his last.

He tried to give his best to Train with all his limitations.

It doesn't take long for an artist, though,

fifteen minutes later, he came out with the sandals and shoes he had bought.

" you know? uwes (already) Pam?" asked Ana was surprised because she was so fast shopping.

" What a long time it has been" replied Pamungkas sitting not far from Ana.

" Lho? must be the size?"

" by mbak, thirty-seven anyway?"

" yes, but what's a spout?"

" choose the best and appropriate, then wrap.for what long time choose mbak.."

Ana shook her head slowly,

" It's true that you are. Sat set..

but why isn't your love thing?"

" this mbak." replied Pamungkas still embarrassed,

" yeah, try you to be honest, no need to wait for Ratih's widow first?" goda Ana's.

" this mba Ana.didn't it have been this way mbak, mba,

it didn't matter to me at first..

what matters is finally..

just like my mom, though,

it doesn't matter who she married at the beginning, what matters is who made her happy at the end.."

the ultimate answer left Ana stunned.

" This child." lamented Ana inwardly, she always remembered every inch of the affection and attention her stepfather gave her.