Regrets of Husband and In-Law
Adorable

"Mama, really, diem." The firstborn said that among them he was the greatest.

Obviously I was silent, neither was his mother.

"This is a very handsome boy when his son Arfa?" Convince me.

"Sweet boy, pinter boy, who are you?" I asked with a cute smile.

"Papa's son? It's our papa there," he replied by pointing at his papa.

Ih. Gemes gemes, these three boys asked whose child, even replied our papa was there, fortunately they were handsome handsome handsome if not me already.

"Mama, shall we go to papa?" Whiney the bontot.

'when did I marry your father?' my mind with a smile of its own smile imagines if they were my children.

"Sir, here!" Shouted the Father by waving his hand. Want me not to go to his guest father, when these eyes are on a man who is black sweet what he is Arfa.

"Here sit." His orders and I sat down next to my father.

"Where's mom?" My whisper.

"Make a drink."

"Sir, it's not wrong to see, my soul mate's skin is dark," I made her look at me.

'if he's Arfa, why black, while his three white children like something wrong but what if the Arfa I know even though black, this is not at all I know.' my mind feels weird.

Everyone will think the same with me his father is dark cook his son white.

Mother came with a tray of four cups of sweet tea and a plate of corn, but who can wait for one more glass?

"Kok, four cups ma'am, one for whom?"

Mom and Dad looked at each other and then she smiled at me. "Make Arfa," he explained.

So this isn't Arfa, where is Arfa? And he's who.

"So she's not Arfa?"

"Not Mbak, I-" he said hesitantly.

Why the hell, all of them, just make me curious.

"Mama..when did you come home?" Excite them in unison.

Etdah, this boy likes to be Ngadi his mother is not told to go home again.

"Assynogaal?" Said a man from outside.

"Waalaikumsalaaam," we answered in unison.

The man came in, the door was open so I didn't have to open the door again. Both my eyeballs are perfectly rounded to see the good looks of the person I have been ridiculing who is none other than the Arfa, this man Masyaalloh is handsome and sweet ah, if this one really wants to! I am married now, too.

"Newly come son," asked the mother with a sumringah.

"Yes, Sir, Ma'am." Answer by looking at me.

Uh. This one I want, do not use anymore, in such a view my heart suddenly weak because of the eyes of the eagle penetrated my heart.

Papa did not marry him who already had the tail I received.

"Mom, is this Arsila?" Ask wonder. Mom just nodded her head.

"Hi, Arsila how are you." Ask a stale base.

"Well, this is really you Fa, it's a very different change." I answered while shaking his hand.

Buset dah, this hand Alus really not rough, first when we were in the village let alone see the Arfa dress up kayak so rarely he took a bath. I remember when Ms. Ani's mother Arfa asked me to be her ex.

"Son Arsila, would not be the ex-mother, so the wife of Arfa," he asked me, who I answered immediately on the grounds to reject him.

"Mom, Arsila doesn't want to be Mom's daughter-in-law" I replied as soon as Ms. Ani was silent.

"Why?"

"Fear of being told to graze for cows, right, lots of cows." My answer at that time, who did not know that Arfa is now very handsome. When remembering everything it made me smile wryly, already rejecting raw Arfa.

Now mah, asked to be his mantra directly I yes. Let the widow have children.

"His hand is off dong," my father nudged my arm making me blush embarrassed to be caught thinking of Arfa as my husband.

"Papa, is this our Mama Kw?" Cute his eldest son.

Arfa was surprised when her son called me Mama Kw, Arfa looked at me badly.

"Ray, don't talk like that anymore, son," she advised with a smile.

"Why papa is angry with us, Ray is not wrong, right, it is our Mama Kw! Not a real Mama" he said.

This is a very smart boy answering his papa questions.

I smiled at his son, who was called Ray.

"Whose name?" I asked her but she looked at me wonderfully adorable.

"My name is Ray, and my sister is Riko and Raka" he said, pointing to his two younger siblings.

Ih. Gemes gemes pingin tak uwel uwel cheeks.

"Honey, you can play first with Om Akbar," he asked his baby.

His three children were fainted and came out with a man whose name was Akbar.

"Ar, memenin nak Arfa mommy same you want to go out first for a while." Both passed from before me, you two are indeed the same understanding I am.

Now it's just me and her, there's a sense of awkwardness between them having not met for years and now we're at a meeting after being widowed widows.