Regrets of Husband and In-Law
Chapter 26

"Mama." Arfa continued to call but Arsila did not heed him continued to walk to the room where his three children slept.

"My mouth, for fear of the dark, tonight is cold," he grumbled with himself.

Crick.

Arsila opened the door of her room and entered.

'Si Arfa was very timid, these three children slept in the dark only the dim lights were on. I'm so scared again, uh, he means old," he rattled with a smile.

'they sleep with her, if I go to bed with them to wake up again, where to sleep?' I seem to think about where to sleep.

Arsila decided to sleep on the sofa of her son's room rather than back in the room could be a political debate with Arfa.

Adhan dawn reverberated, I lazily stretched out both hands really feel tormented sleep on the sofa usually sleep on a soft bed freely, this is very narrow.

With gontai Arsila went into the bathroom to wander his body daily routine if the morning prayer rumbles then he will immediately take a bath and perform dawn prayers.

"Therefore, it was in Arfa's room, I took it first," he said by exiting his son's room.

Arsila pressed the bedroom door knob but was held from the inside likely in the lock from the inside.

Lah. In the lock of everything how do I get in? Sucks.

Tok

Tok

Tok

The knock of the door is quite hard but the residents of the room ateng aja no intention to get out, strange.

"Fa," he exclaimed, continuing to knock on the door.

"Arpha."

"Papa." There is no answer.

"Sleep what sleeps, anyway. Did I borrow either aunt or Mother Efa," Arsila left Arfa still sleeping.

Tap

Tap

Tap

Arsila went down the stairs to the bottom floor and looked for her assistants' rooms .

This is Segede's house so confused, where's aunt and Ma'am Efa's room? Arsila paced in the living room.

From behind the aunt saw him and approached him.

"What's the lady doing?" Aunty's question made Arsila shocked.

"Astaghfirullah, auntie? Just look at me." He replied with a smile while stroking his chest in surprise.

"Auntie accidentally saw Madam pacing back and forth afraid that there was something in need."

"Yes Bi, can I borrow the cake? You see, I'd like to take the mucena in the room, but Arfa's locked it from the inside." His words made aunt frown.

'loh, the newlyweds sleeping apart? What happened to the lady and the lady?' inner aunt.

Arsila, who seemed to know the aunt's mind, answered him.

"Evening I accompanied the child bi,"

Aunty smiled unkindly because she had already suuzon him.

"Bi, even dumbfounded, I want to borrow the meeting is already half five more," he said who was nod by aunt.

Shortly after, the aunt came with her face and placed it on her palm.

"I'm sorry, yes, yes, if the face is ugly and rather smelly" explained auntie.

"Wangi kok bi, ah I want to pray first," he said as he walked to his son's room.

Finished the prayer Arsila folded her face and gave it to aunt.

"Bi, this is his face thank you bi," he said with a smile.

The aunt who was cooking in the kitchen nodded her head.

"What auntie cooks, let me help," without the approval of aunt Arsila immediately snatch the tula held by aunt.

"Oh. Cook the fried rice?"

Aunty just smiled to see the lady who was so deft and agile, about cooking Arsila universe.

"Don't Madam, Mr. Arfa will be angry, it's aunt and Efa's duty."

"Efa if dawn goes to the morning market, buy vegetables that are still pres." Answer aunty.

"Huh? This partial? Is Mother Efa not praying?" Ask with a sweet smile.

"Out of His prayer" aunt timpal.

"Good dong, we as Muslims must carry out His orders, Emm, if Mas Arfa diligently does not pray bi?" Arsila asked curiously because it was almost morning when there was no waking prayer.

Aunty didn't answer Arsila's question, aunty just smiled.

"Bi." Arsila patted his shoulder.

"Emm, your Anu?" Answer doubtful.

"By the way, it's okay to be honest with me, if Mas Arfa rarely run it then it's my job to remind him to pray."

"Mr Arfa often perforates her, even though aunt remembers her often."

"Yes, then I want to wake up Mas Arfa first, please bi this on the table," he said with a face sumringah.

"Father! Wake up! Open the door," cried Arsila by pressing the door knob.

Crick.

The door opened and Arfa smiled warmly to welcome his wife.

"Pa, have you prayed?" Ask.

Arfa nods and shows Koko the sarong and clothes she is wearing.

"Udah, when Mama did not see that papa already looks like a famous ustadz," he snobbed.

"Must dong. It is an obligation for every Muslim. Says aunt papa used to perk up?"

Arfa just smiled wryly. "Ngadu's aunt? Look out bi," he said.

"Be aware that papa dares to anger auntie" said Arsila with bulging eyes.

Cup.

Arfa kissed Arsila's lips which she thought was too chatty.

"Father!"

"Haha! Want again!"

"No!"

"Bi," call Arfa to make the aunt turn her back and wash the dishes in the sink.

"Yes, sir." He answered by running to his master.

"Who's cooking the fried rice" asked Arfa

"Madam sir, aunt has forbidden him from cooking." Reply aunty with a tremble.

Bibi is afraid of being angered by Arfa because Arfa is already willing to wait on her domestic assistant so that Arsila does nothing just an exception from her.

Arfa smiled hearing the reply from aunt.

'this is the first time I've tasted a cuisine so indulgent tongue, mama smart cook, ' Arfa praises Arsila's really delicious cuisine.

"Bi. From this morning onwards let the madam cook us breakfast."

"Yes, sir." Aunty was worried that if she got angry by Arfa, in fact, Arfa was not happy if every morning his beloved wife prepared everything.

"Ray, where's Mama," asked Arfa and sat down next to Ray who was studying writing because next month his two children will enter Kindergarten school.

"Mama's playing with Rio in the park." Ray Nampa looked at his father.

"Riko coming?" Ask again.

Ray shook his head. "I don't know,"

"Yes, you have studied hard. Papa wants to follow Mama," Arfa stroked Ray's head and went to the park.

"Mama, when does Rio have a baby grandpa?"

Uhuk, uhuk, Arsila was shocked not to play over Rio's question.

While Arfa who heard it just smiled and shook his head.

"Mama, how are you quiet? When do I have her grandpa?" Rio repeated the question which overwhelmed Arsila in search of the right answer.

"So soon, son, patience, right?" Chirps Arfa from behind, the two turned their heads.

"What the hell is this papa, ngaco." Arsila said with a shy blush.