Suddenly Chased by Satan
I'm Disappointed
"Since he cried that maghrib, change his name to maghribi!" ravel Proposal.
"Huh, don't you, deh. Moroccan pala lu peyang penjol?" I'm with this damned sister.
"The first of my head is not a peyang, the second one may not also be called isya'i. You see this child if already Isya, nangisnya has stopped. So it doesn't fit. Agree, Mon? do you agree Aa?" Ravel asks for support from Mona and also Dilan.
"I'm not following along," Dilan did not want to look for trouble.
"Baguuuuss, sister-in-law! very wise decision!" I'm with Dilan's thumb.
While Ridho who wears shorts and t-shirts, again ngegendong the Reval who dariitadi anteng and bodo time is very with this useless discussion.
So the matter of Reval who did his work, the onti Ravel who was bunting again proposed an idea of renaming. Instead let the Reval not cry mulu mulu it's work. I do not understand the same magical thoughts from his wife Dilan-da the disaster. What is the correlation between changing the name of my son who really likes vocal tests pas maghrib-maghrib? Fix, Ravel likes her guy.
"Otherwise, his name is Raj Komarudin. So let there be the Indian elements, but there's a local touch as well..." Ravel masiiih ngarang.
"So if the maghrib, the baby is not crying, but singing while jogging under the banyan tree.." Ravel continued.
"Hahahhaah, you can too!" Mona let go laughing.
"Well, behind there is a joke or meeting or temuireng not? if I ask dong, make the mouth of Ravel with Mona who has nothing!" i'm being moved
"Jeez, Reva! your son is sleeping you're even spit out! if he's surprised how are you?" mama came with a drink and a snack of pie is still anget, out of the oven.
"Cup, cup, cup, show! you must be shocked by your mom's voice huh, son huh?" say mama. Reval diem - diem bae. Nor is it crying. The sound of 'Oeeeeekk, ' is also not. My mom likes to have her things.
"Jeez it turns out that it still collects here," said the mother-in-law.
"Yank, pegel nih.." said Ridho.
"You hold it first, the kasian Reval again bobok, ntar if you move the hand that there ntar he woke up!" my spoken.
"Aalesaaan is a mother-emak! by the way males dressing!" Ravel presses, who then swiftly dibekepkan her husband.
"Damn, Aa! what the hell?" Ravel opened the front of Dilan.
"Udah, diem! ntar cobek in the kitchen can float!" whisky Dilan.
Vang-ke is my sister-in-law. It turns out he's the same as these creatures. I guess he's on my side or at least neutral don't defend here and there, it turns out uh it's podo wae!
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A few days later, people returned to their own habitats. Including mother-in-law and the atmosphere of the house back like the beginning, deserted. It's just me, Ridho, Ms. Rina, Martini and one little baby who if we cry the screech like a flute.
Anyway, the new Reval diem if it stuck to his papi. And if it were me, hawanya nangiss mulu. I guess I don't understand why it's like that. Ravel Mah said, I have a demon. But speaking of demons. I just realized that ever since I gave birth to this Charming Reval Son, I've barely squirmed the devil. And I forgot also the last time I squirm a creature that makes an eye.
Ridho was unable to work this morning. Because of what, Reval wants to plunge mulu as papi.
"Isn't it okay you didn't go to work?" i'm concerned.
"How else do you want?" said Ridho pasrah. He sniffed an email at his phone. We relax in the living room while watching tipi.
"Yes ngomel is very ordinary," replied Ridho who was sleepy chicken. He stayed up all night carrying his son.
Geck!
Geck!
Geck!
"I open the door first" I said.
When the door opened, there was a very familiar figure.
"Rimar?" my spoken.
"Sorry, come so early. Is Ridhonya there?" ask Rimar.
"Oh yes, there is. Emh, just go in first." I told the kangmas working partner to come in.
"Sorry I just got a look, this is something for your baby, miss.." Rimar still calls me Miss. People now I'm already a madam, why call Miss Mulu.
"Anyway, congratulations..." Rimar cipika cipiki to me snobs familiar.
But waaiit, this perfume smell. The smell of perfume I smelled in his coat kagmas. I want to clear the smell.
"I call my husband first, please sit down." I told Rimar. My mood immediately dropped. Why can Rimar perfume stick in a kangmas suit.
"You should be able to explain everything, Mom?" my inner.
I went inside with a gift from Rimar that I glentakin so on the sofa deoan table.
"Who?" Ridho.
"No, there's Rimar! don't know what to do!" cold spoken.
"Rimar's? what's the next hour he's here?" gumama Ridho's.
"Yes, don't know! I'm meeting you!" I was a little bit stubborn.
"Now Reval!" Ridho admonished the little baby slowly.
Ridho who wants to prevent me in the future, "You want to show off? change it there!" I said that Ridho ngingetin if he still wears shorts and T-shirts.
Ridho already got an ultimatum, not a lot of talk. He went upstairs to change his new clothes and found Rimar. I interrupted their little talk.
"If you can go to the office tomorrow, my work becomes a lot," he said Rimar.
"I can't. My son cannot be left behind. Didn't Mr Bagas receive my resignation?" kangmas.
"What's? he's a self-gundurin? and the problem is that he did not talk to me first, and even this Rimar who knows first than I am his wife? I'm disappointed in you, Mom!" I said softly with a tone like a scene in a soap opera that drains the mataa airrr. I went upstairs, to our room with Reval who started crying again.
"Here you go, Val. Do not cry mute, mami again dizzy tau! huaaaahaha," said I who also followed the cry.