Pariwanya Si Boru Panggoaran
welcoming a new home

"Oh that! Kirain again the three met so she wanted to stop by. Think about it first! Yes, I want to go first," said Dira turned off his phone connection unilaterally.

"Dir–Dira?" Shinta looks at her phone which turns out her phone connection just died.

"Yeeee! People have not been done talking about it already dead," grumbled Shinta staring fixed on his phone whose screen was getting dark.

Shinta immediately sent a message in their watsapp group. Urge for Dira to make a welcoming event to enter a new house. Surely it is done on holidays like this. So that they are more free to play until night.

Shinta

Woi, fucked up Dira times indeed! No word yet people talk about my phone being switched off. Dir, today is the show!

Carol

Yes Dir, make a welcome home celebration event! We also wonder what your house is.

Jennies

Yayaloh! He promised to take us to his house. Moving to a new house there are no hahahaha kemek

Dira only saw the notification on his phone screen. The phone kept ringing from the incoming message notification.

Defan and Dira get into the mall. Dira also ventured to ask her husband about his best friend's question earlier. "Bang, my friend called. In fact, there is no celebration of welcoming a new home."

Dira glanced at her husband timidly while walking down the mall. Wait until her husband returns his words.

"Why is there such an event?" Defan spread his gaze, confused about where to go.

"His name has also just moved bang. Let people know we have a home. A little-little salutation, a meal-eating event that." Dira pointed the way, they still want to see the furniture that is still lacking to fill the house.

"What can you cook?" ask Defan seriously.

Dira immediately looked at the man. He can cook for example like water, instant noodles, boiled eggs or make omelette. Sometimes, just sauteing vegetables can Dira do because he is often told by his mama to cook.

But, if for a guest banquet, it felt impossible for Dira. Can-can guests who come upset stomach and vomit because the taste is not bad. He was not even confident to cook such celebratory banquets.

"No," answered Dira briefly. Defan's move stopped. He cupped his hands on his wife's cheeks.

"Then it's no fun to make a child's show." Defan suddenly removed his hand from the chewy cheek, then he ruffled Dira's hair in anxiety.

"Ih brother! So messy is her hair. I was in vain for a long time," Sighed Dira complaining.

"Jaudah, let's go there. You want to see the furniture first, right?" Defan pulled the girl's arm. Hooked his fingers on Dira's hand. His grip is so soft. After one week of marahan, their affection was even more intertwined.

Dira while walking while stealing the view on her husband. His head looked at the 180 cm tall man. His cheeks were slightly flushed because the man hooked their hands. Like a chicken, the mother is afraid of losing her child.

Deg deg deg

The sound of the heartbeat was also shrieking quite loudly. For some reason, her husband's treatment was special. Is it possible because for a week yesterday they were never together like this?

"Bang, so how? What celebration do you want? We can buy food later. Mumpung is still in the mall," said Dira continued the topic of conversation that had not been finished in his mind.

"No ah .. bothered to make this event. If they are good to eat. Lah, us? They're done, we're the ones!" sue Defan with his opinion.

"Yes! It is so exciting to know bang! Just once too. Let my three best friends not fuss! That was the one who called Shinta. He was nodong of the safe-safety event," said Dira honestly.

"Oh .. So that's Shinta. If you want to make the show, you want to clean yourself?" Defan and Dira have entered one of the stores selling residential furniture. The store is very famous and complete. Everything is versatile, ranging from chairs, sofas, lights, bathroom tools, displays and others.

"Hmmm .. at least help me bang! Tega made me do it all!" dira Syndir. Dira began to look around the available shelves of displays to beautify the house.

"Yes, if that's okay, don't." Defan remained adamant reluctant to hold an event that is not important salvation.

"Just a minute, brother take the basket first." Defan ran towards the entrance of the store earlier, taking a basket for their groceries.

Dira started to pick up some groceries for them to buy. There are displays, tissue boxes, clothes baskets, even small cabinets.

"Basket same clothes closet, justin aja first. Later just tell his servant to be brought. The basket doesn't fit this." Defan pushed the trolley he had taken earlier.

"Bang, can we make a salvation event as well as invite the host, amang equally edgy loh! The more exciting it was, all my father's mama was also." Dira showed the grin of his horse. Their conversation went back to the beginning, even though Defan had clearly rejected the event.

"That's what's being talked about! Bored me. If anyone helps at home, it's okay. It's just the two of us." Defan stared cynically at his wife's face to follow her request.

However, Dira again still touched on that. He was eager to invite his family and brother.

"All hosts bring Nena aja hahahha." Dira chuckles at giving unexpected advice. Because she did not want to bother cleaning some houses, she proposed it to her husband.

"What does mom get?" Defan seemed to rethink the plans for the event. He became upset to hold the impromptu event or not.

However, as long as there were reinforcements from his family it would definitely be fine to hold it.

"But you're calling mom first." Defan took the phone out of his pocket, made one call to his mother.

"Halo ma .." said Defan from his phone after being picked up by Melva.

"Why son? Did you miss you? Ah, just this morning we met," joked Melva.

"Not that. Ma ... Mbak Nena's home, right?" reply Defan while pushing his trolley around the shelves in the store. While Dira was still looking at whatever items he wanted to take.

*******

"Mak, it has been moved to our call drill," said Sahat from the terrace of his house. He got a short message from his call through a message on his phone yesterday. Meanwhile, Rosmah was in the living room sweeping.

"Udah is like sir. Try the father of the phone aja boru us," continued Rosma still continue her work.

"I miss the same time as him. I want a month he married, why he never look at his mother with his father," said Sahat.