Sie Culun My love
part 89's
"What do we want to bring to Mama's house?" asked Fathul, now they were in the car to Zahwa's parents' house.
"We buy sweet martabak Ay, but we buy it near the front alley there." Zahwa family subscription.
"All right." Fathul pulled over his car in front of a cart that read sweet martabak Mang Deden.
Zahwa got out of the car, approached Mang Deden. "Assalamualaikum" said Zahwa.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, uh.ada neng Zahwa, has not been here for a long time, more beautiful just neng."
"Mamang could have been, Zah Mang's usual message." Mang Deden sweet Martabak is already a Zahwa family subscription, he often comes here with Fakhri. Because it tastes good, and is delicious, the price is also affordable.
"Every Neng, sit down first."
"Yes Mang, thank you." Zahwa sat on the bench.
Tired of being in the car, Fathul approached his wife, sitting on the bench next to Zahwa.
Before long Zahwa's order was ready.
"This is the order" said mang Deden.
"Yes Mang, so how much?"
"Still as usual Neng, who is Neng? the handsome pisan, Neng Zah's girlfriend?"
"Suami Zah, Mang."
"When is Neng married, Mamang not invited?"
"It was a few months ago, Mommy."
"Alhamdulillah, may it be a sakinah, mawadah, and warahmah family, lasting until Grandma, Grandpa, until death separates."
"Amin, thank you for your prayers Mang."
"Together Neng."
"This is the money, man." Zahwa gave him a piece of money fifty thousand.
"No need Neng, this is a bonus for Neng Zah, itung-itung wedding gifts from Mamang," he said with a smile.
"Thank you very much Mang, hopefully Mamang's efforts will be more advanced, successful."
"Thank you Neng Zah."
"We'll say good-bye to Mang."
"Yes, Neng Zah be careful."
Zahwa and Fathul walk towards the car, after they get in, Fathul drives his car, continuing their journey towards his in-laws house.
Twenty minutes later, Fathul parked his car in Zahwa's garage.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Mbok Rumi opened the door.
"Miss, Aden, please come in" he said.
"Yes Mbok, thank you, Mama where's Mbok?" ask Zahwa, because the house looks lonely.
"There's in the living room Non."
"Yes, Zah to the family room first yes Mbok."
"Yes Non."
Zahwa and Fathul walked into the living room. "Assalamualaikum," said the two of them when they arrived at the family room.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," they answered together.
Mama, Papa, and Fakhri.
Zahwa and Fathul walked up to his parents, then shook the back of Mama's hand, and his Papa, not forgetting his brother as well.
"Darling," Mama Ara immediately hugged her youngest daughter. "Mama kangen at all you dear," while kissing her daughter's face.
"Zah, also miss Mama." he replied then lay his head on his thigh, he was so kangen with a soft touch of the hand of the Mama.
Mama Ara, gently rubbed the head of her beloved daughter.
"Sir, you don't miss Brother?"
"No." she answered briefly densely clear.
"Ist.it's so annoying, have a sister so, you just exchange with crackers," upset Fakhri, he misses his favorite sister very much, without his sister home so quiet, so, there's no way she's spoiled with Mama, and her Papa.
Only his sister is always the place when he needs friends to confide, friends go.
"What a heart, a person as beautiful as this would be exchanged for crackers."
Welcomed another laugh.
"Oiya.ini Ma, Pa, brother please eat," Fathul opened the sweet Martabak that he bought earlier.
"Well, you guys are the best" said Fakhri, seeing his favorite martabak, the chocolate-cheese banana flavor.
Mama and her Dad felt black.
Very suitable snack for friends watching television.
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