Regrets of Husband and In-Law
The arrival of Sari

Two days later Arfa came with his children, there was a sense of unease in the heart, why in this heart wants to start opening the heart to someone, maybe this is what is called karma, he said, because I used to reject it for absurd reasons.

'Arfa, Arfa so much do you hate me? I will answer with confidence, because God has guided me because last night I prayed istikharah," he said confidently.

"Mom." His father Arsila was looking for his wife.

"Mother here sir, what's looking for mother," replied Arsila's mother from the kitchen she was preparing food to welcome the arrival of the prospective ghost.

"Your son is a loh, since yesterday he was a lot of daydreaming, thought I know not him why?" Ask Pak Warno her husband.

Instead of being answered Bu Nirmala just smiled, making her husband frown.

"In asked even a smile Mom, what's wrong?"

Bu Nirmala walked up to her husband and he whispered making Mr. Warno chuckle.

"Get's." Cheating with mangosteen.

"You both know his son, Kasian loh Arsila in gituin, if the word of today's children is still called prengki."

" Not a prick, sir, but a war." Answer with a smile.

"Prank, Bukde?" Sari answered the nephew of Mr. Warno who came to accompany Arsila.

"Well, I mean Bukde," he chuckled.

"Where is brother Arsila" he asked in a wry voice.

"In the room." Compact them.

"Come to the room first, Bukde, Pakde." Pamit Sari to the room.

Both nod.

"Cieee candidate manten, only at what time has wrong behavior like ironing. Relax and kale!" Sari Ledek.

Plakk.

Arsila clasped my arm Sari with a glare made Sari shudder in horror staring at the face of the Ardila.

"Basic cousin jerky." Angry Sung.

"Sister, this is the second proposal, come on, don't be so nervous" Sari teased him again with her trademark smile.

"So you know pe ak. It's different from reality." Arsila glanced at his eyes.

"meaning?"

"Si Arfa married me for revenge just as I know, because his love was rejected Brother."

"And now brother is in love with him?" Tanya Sari makes sure that her older cousin is indeed in love with Arfa.

Arsila nodded, occasionally staring out the window.

"Well! Brother got karmic!" The cleblos.

"So I have to do markonah? Elo came here to entertain me, give me an opinion that's not my mojokin?" Arsila's Bad.

"Hehehe, sorry. It's Elo Ferguso's pain," what a jerky cousin's call came just to make things worse.

Because Arsila's gengekel crept her mouth until Sari brushed Arsila's hand away.

"Ih. Older brother. Nasty, play kruwes mouth sexinya akoh." Sari's words don't accept.

"Lip nduwer in say sexy. There's also ticklish." Sari who heard her brother's taunts just blurted her lips.

Now it's Sari's turn to be bullied by Arsila. He was glad to have returned his cousin's taunts.

"Bukdu. Pondering you in the bully, please?" Exclaims.

"Boy, oncom."

"Ih. Brother, my name is beautiful like the person even from calling the name pamali tau, the speech is prayer." His eyes are burning.

Arsila came out of the room letting her mischievous cousin.

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"Papa, let's make it Mama's house?" Asked Ray who was nodded by his two younger siblings.

"So dong, I think you all can't wait to see Mama," he replied by rubbing Ray's head.

"We miss Mama's embrace, Pah. Even if Mama Kw we look like Mama Rubi, but we love pa," Rio said.

Arfa just smiled to see her three children so bright.

"Papa, why smile at your own smile, our sneak at Mama's house, I want to poke Mama and in her arms." Chirper Riko.

"Only you want to be hugged Mama, we also want Ray." Rio's heart ruffled with a look of horror.

"Yes." Yeah." Ray stared intently at his youngest brother.

"Yes, we've booted the four of us," Rio said annoyedly.

"Sir Arfa, the car is ready." Akbar tells that everything is ready and complete with the goods he will carry.

"Ray, Rio, Riko, let's go." Invite her to make her three children excited and run towards the car.

"Don't scramble the entry, it'll fall." Arfa advised her son.

"Yes, Pah." Answers unison.

Akbar drove his car at medium speed, his three children whistling happily.

"Papa is happy to see all of you happy with a free laugh like now." Arfa was moved to see their joy. Since Rubi left the world for ever his three children there was no joy on his face there was only a deep sadness for them.

"Arsila may you be the mother of my children who love your whole heart" she said, making Akbar smile.

"Remain a smile a smile," asked Arfa.

"Sir, I smile because I'm happy." Evidently.

He took a good trip finally arrived at Arsila's house.

Akbar parked his car in front of Arsila's house. Three Rs just went out and ran inside because the door was open.

"Mama!" He shouted with his body hit Arsila who just came down from the stairs.

"Hey, heart, will it fall?" I answered while crouching to align my body with theirs.

"Dear mom, must be papa-"

His speech stopped when Arfa cleared his three children just smiling seductively at the father. Arsila raised her face and looked at the man in front of her who would ask her to be a wife, not exactly just a mother connected to her child, according to Arsila, she did not know the truth if she was being bullied.

He told us to sit in the living room. We all sat around the table

My seat was facing Arfa.

I forgot to pump my heart so as not to run out of breath the more I want to turn this face so as not to look at the good looks of an Arfa who is now much more dashing. But these eyes refused to turn away from him.

"How has the decision to Arfa changed or kept going?" Ask father.

Arfa looked at her mother and she smiled. Mother replied to him, while Sari elbowed my arm and whispered.

"Cius, to be rejected, dear handsome, if not for me." Ejek Sari's.

"Sttts. Quiet down!" My whisper with a pinch to his stomach.

"Aww!" His screech made Father Arfa's mother look at us.

"There's a Bukde cockroach" Sari said with a wry smile.

"The boy's fretting." My judes.

Arfa looked at me with a hard look I guess clearly visible the look of her eyes full of mystery.

"Son Arfa, is it true that Arfa came here to propose to my son, Arsila Darwanti, who is a widow? Is son Arfa really love and sincere love him?"

Silence there was no answer from him.

I was wrong with my hands sweating coldly waiting for his answer.

'Fa, I replied dong. Don't sprain me, ' his inner raung.

Because there is no wrong answer if I represent it.

"Sir, Arfa's not here to propose to me as a wife, but to ask me to be a mama for them" I pointed to the three boys who were smiling at me.

Si Arfa bengong kayak sapi ompong, scratching the head of the kayak many ticks.

"Certainly so?" Ask the father again.

"Arsila's answer was all wrong sir. I'm here to propose to your son and ask him to love me, love me and my children." Reply steady.

"Why would I love you if you didn't love me." Sock Arsila.

"Who I don't love, I love you a long time ago. Are you my first love, and your last? Will you be me?" Please hold tight my hand.

When Arfa's hand held it and said that she really loved me, making this heart turn over thousands of butterflies dancing in my stomach.

Uh. It turns out that my love does not clap one hand, my love is welcome.