Pariwanya Si Boru Panggoaran
family arisan

"Just go ahead, bang. We can take a shower there, and there are a lot of clothes to change in the old brother's room" said Dira, staring fixed at her husband who focused on driving.

"OK!" Defan propel car. Towards the residence of his parents. He wanted to visit his father and brother who were missed.

Although Defan and Niar all offices but they never meet or cross paths. Niar is also in education to get a degree as a lawyer. He had even interned at S.N.G Lawfirm but not under Defan's orders.

Niar chose other lawyers as a guide to complete the education of lawyers. In fact, Niar himself asked the father.

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Defan and Dira arrive at Desman Sinaga's residence. However, there are already many cars parked in the yard. The couple, the more curious who the guests who came to enliven the yard of the house is very spacious.

"Whatever, what's the show?" dira asked, circulating his gaze, staring around the courtyard filled with luxurious cars.

"Thank you! No word from my father!" sahut Defan, walking straight to the main door, Dira followed him.

The two held hands, entering the corridor of a quiet house but heard chatter with the typical voice of a large batak and thunderous.

"Bang, I think I know that voice!" said Dira, strengthening his hearing.

"Yes, like the voice we know!" sahut Defan, about to pull the handle embedded in the door leaf.

"Nibbery!" say both compactly.

"God! That's right the opung's coming?" said Dira, worried about being questioned about her pregnancy status.

"Udah, let's go in first!" Defan pulled the door handle, everyone stared at the presence of Defan and Dira.

Suddenly, both of them fell silent rigidly, all eyes fixed on their faces. Including Dira's parents were also at Desman Sinaga's residence.

"Come in, come in!" opung Matua Tampubolon's edict, making a wide arch at the corner of his lips, was happy that his two grandchildren were present in the house.

"Ah, just the same time you two came! I just wanted to call you, Def!" desman.

In the living room, a large family of tampubolons had gathered. A regular family gathering event is held every six months. Arisan is to establish family relationships to stay close and harmonious.

Defan and Dira go hand in hand, sitting on a carpet held in the spacious living room. "What's this way, pung?" tanya Defan, turning to the right and to the left, circulated the gaze.

"Well, don't you remember? This is a regular event, once every six months!" matua Opung Sahut.

"Well, this isn't an impromptu show?" timpal Defan, while scratching his nape that does not itch.

Desman shook his head, then flashed a faint smile at his son. "It's been scheduled, Def! From last year! You've missed this show three times, the reason is always busy working!" added Sahat.

"Huh? Three times? Rasaku, father or amang never took to an event like this," said Defan, sitting next to his wife.

Although Melva was not at home, the show was still going on. Because, the family also does not need to worry, at the home of Defan there are 10 helpers who will work on preparation to serve during the event.

"Ah, you're the only one who never wants to join events like this," added Desman, continuing the arisan event that had stopped.

Arisan money collection was started, usually the money collected will be given to the winner but some of the money will be set aside, used for holiday events, eating at fancy restaurants or others.

"We're starting to shuffle it!" desman said, lifting a bottle containing a roll of paper with the name of each family.

He dropped a small piece of paper on the carpet. Then, take and read the name of the paper listed in there.

Proc ... Proc ...

All those present applauded loudly, welcoming the victory of the Dira family who managed to get the arisan.

"So what do you want to prepare, Lae? Vacation, dining at a restaurant, or other activities?" cecar Desman, staring at the iron.

"Sir, what do you want in this twilight age?" sahat said, asking for his parents' opinion.

"Help our family, to Toba!" chirp Opung Matua, reminding Dira of the tragic things that have recently experienced.

Defan clasped his wife's hand firmly, knowing that Dira had been reminded back to the dark incident a few days ago.

It seems, Defan must find an alibi not to take a vacation in a big family event. Because, Dira is still traumatized in that place.

"Brother wants to go there? Dear God, this week we are planning a holiday there!" said Sahat, smiling proudly.

The sum of the arisan value is not cans. One family was asked to raise 10 million. Meanwhile, there are 9 families of opung matua and opung tiur children, all of whom are present because no one should be missed or not present at such an important event.

The total amount of money raised was 90 million. At least 50 million will be used for vacationing in the Tampubolon family.

"Schedule this week, yes, Mr. Dira!" the Opaque Opaque Tiur.

"Yes, mom!" answer the Evil, straightforward.

After the shuffling event was completed, a meal took place. In preparation for dinner, Opung Matua began to open talks about their great-grandson.

"Where do Defan, Dira, when do you have children? Before the opung died," said Opung Matua, dramatizing the time of his death, while waiting for the presentation of the food served by the maids.

"Yes, be patient, pung! Don't die for the opung" replied Defan, slipping a joke for his opiate, all the family just laughed.

"Haha! You are-there is! So roughly when is the plan you guys love us great-grandchildren!" cecar Opung Matua, impatiently waiting for nini and nono from his grandson.

"Ck! Hmmm, let God govern, man! We can only plan" Defan said, frowning.

"Have to plan from now on!" opung Matua.

However, suddenly Dira's parents spoke up. "The new miscarriage of Dira, Amang!" sambar Rosmah surprised the whole family.

"Shhhhh!" Sahat whispered, giving the code to his wife so as not to reveal the incident.

"Can you miscarry, pung?" opung Tiur asked, increasingly worried about the condition of his grandson.

"Fell me then, pung!" reply Dira, bowed with a face full of disappointment.

"Whoaever you are, Def! How can you take care of your wife!" sesal Opung Matua's.

"The name is also unexpected events, Amang," said Desman, defending his son who did not want to be blamed alone.

"When did you miscarry?" Uda Sohit.

"That was three weeks ago, uda!" dira answered, covering up his sadness. However, her husband continued to stay by the side, strengthening himself with a warm hand grip.

"Oalaah! How could that happen!" said Devi—Bou Dira, aka his father's youngest brother.