Suddenly Husband Wife
Caught

Flashback …………

That night after performing congregational prayers, the fathers in Sukomukti village seemed to gather on the terrace of the mosque to just chat. Mr. RT Darmadi saw Mr. Suseno who looked like he had just arrived in the village.

''Pak Senoo, ''' said Darmadi.

Seno approached the residents who were relaxing on the terrace.

''Assalamualaikum, Mr. RT, the Fathers of all.''

''Walaikumsalam Pak Seno,'' replied the compact fathers.

''Did you just go home, Mr Seno?'' ask one of the people.

''Yes, Sir. Out of Jakarta taking care of my daughter's lecture there.''

''The daughter of a father? Do it wrong?'' guess Mr. Darmadi.

''Yes, Sir. My daughter Bener Ajeng, she studied in Jakarta.''

''You are the same with his daughter Mr. Permana, Nduk Nastiti. He also studied in Jakarta and works abroad now, really sir why?''

Everyone stared at Mr. Permana who was leaning his body on the pillar of mushola.

''Yes, Sir. My daughter Nastiti. Now his work is far away, replied Mr. Permana justifying.

Mr. Seno at that moment also remembered Mr. Permana's other son, Akram. The one he met yesterday at the hotel with a woman, and a baby.

''I also met Akram Pak yesterday in Jakarta.''

''With Mr Seno? Maybe my son is taking care of his pakdenya coffee order with a Jakarta person.''

''But why is Mr Permana saying that Akram is married?'' ask mr. Seno.

''Married?'' some people murmured.

Meanwhile, mr. Permana was confused by Mr. Seno's statement.

''Yes, my fathers yesterday saw Akram with his wife and baby son staying at the same hotel with me, my wong had a chat with my son Akram.''

''What is it, Mr Permana?'' ask Mr. Darmadi.

''Ah nda maybe. If I want Akram to marry Mr. Permana for the event anyway, it is definitely ngundang-ngundang, '' exclaimed other residents.

Mr. Seno swiftly opened his phone, and showed a video.

''This is the proof, when I ate at the hotel restaurant I made a vidio to upload in my wa status. Eh kok kok Akram kesorot to my vidio.''

Mr. Suseno showed himself eating in a restaurant, the camera pointed to all sides of the restaurant and then Akram, Sraya, San Sagara was caught on camera, Suseno said.

Mr. Permana who was looking at the mobile phone fitting Seno petrified.

''Ah really. This is it, Nak Akram. Father's son, said a resident.

''I-i-ya Akram got married in Central Java where her pakde. Re-plan will be held Hajatan after he returned to this village, said Mr. Permana gave an excuse.

Flashbak …………

After his parents said they had arrived in Jakarta, Akram could no longer dodge. After giving her apartment address now Akram waited anxiously.

Sraya drowned after Akram had told him. I don't know what reason they will give to Akram's parents.

''You have the heart, son. Same Mom and Dad, why are you keeping all this from us ?''

Masayu's mother cried in front of Akram and Sraya who could only be bowed, currently they were sitting in the family room in the Akram apartment.

''That's it, Mom. Calm down first mother's heart. Don't be like this, ''Permana stroked his wife's back.

''As for how you can calm down, Pakkk! Suddenly got word our son is married and has children, while we do not know what.''

''Kram try to explain to us," pinta Pak Permana.

''I'm Sorry Akram, sir. Ma'am, Akram has disappointed Father and Mother, Akram replied still bowed.

''You know why you didn't talk to us about Akram. We do not forbid you to marry anyone, as long as you are happy, son. But why can you hide something this big from us?''

Mahayu's tears just kept flowing, occasionally he stroked his chest.

''Not Akram, I don't mean to tell you, Mom and Dad, but this is not what you and Mom think.''

''Go on what, Le. Give your Mom and Dad an explanation!"

Akram raised his face to look at his mother and father alternately, then looked at Sraya who continued to bow his face.

''Whose name are you, Nduk?'' ask Pak Permana to Sraya.

''Which person are you?''

''I live in West Java, sir. But I work and hostel in Jakarta, sir.''

''What do you do, Nduk?'' ask Pak Permana to Sraya in a soft tone.

''I work at the caffe, sir. As cook helper.''

''Cook helper iku opo?'' this time, his mother asked.

'E-emm .. a-anu bu .. as assistant chef, help cook.''

''Where do you know Akram, Nduk?''

''In East Java, sir. When I went to the coffee garden pakde Mas Akram, answered Sraya honestly.

''Oalaaaah. You know Sraya, son?'' mr. Permana looked at Akram.

''Already, Sir.''

''Sister Sraya, did Akram mess with you? Did you guys do that out of wedlock?''

Suddenly the question just escaped from Masayu's bu. Making Akram and Sraya raise their faces and look at each other.

''Ti-no, Mom. Me and Mas Akram are not like that."

''Why do you have to keep your relationship a secret, son?''

Akram's head suddenly wanted to break, he sighed. confused to tell the real reason or look for another reason. He also did not want to bring Sraya further into his family's problems.

''Jawab, Son. Don't make your mother die of curiosity.''

''Mom, eling after all, you can talk like that! reprimand pak pramana.

''Bring Mom and Dad to meet Sraya's parents right now, ''' Pinta bu Masayu.

''Ta-but, Mom. It's late, Mom and Dad just got to Jakarta.''

''Akram's right Ma'am, tomorrow we meet Sraya's parents. I'm afraid that my mother will get sick if it's too soybean, '' persuade Pak Permana.

That night Mr. Permana and Bu Masayu stayed at the Akram apartment. His parents slept in the guest room, sraya and Sagara in the room of Akram. And Akram himself in the living room.

Sraya, who had just come out of the room to wash a bottle of Sagara milk, found Akram, who was daydreaming in a chair in the pantry.

''Aram's mom hasn't slept?''

''Eh, Dik. It's Mas again want to make coffee.''

''Wild Sraya, Mas. Which make.''

Sraya made Akram a cup of coffee and sat down with Akram.

''Are your father and mother asleep, Mom?''

''Already, Dik. Father and mother can not sleep too late, when accommodated only at nine hours already asleep. Moreover, this is a long journey.''

Akram explained the habits of his mother and father at seraya, occasionally Akram sip coffee made by Sraya that is very fitting to his tongue.

''Sorry, brother. Because you got this problem, Mas. Confused what to do?''

''This is not a mistake, Mom. For me, it is natural for a mother to be very worried about her child. And it'll take some time to explain, Mom. Can't rush her fear later something happens that we don't want.''

''You really are, Brother. Sorry earlier Mas can only be silent when mother pokes us with questions, said Akram looks sorry.

''I understand what, Mom. Feel, tomorrow we try to talk to mom and dad slowly, Mas.''

''Then what should we tell the truth that Sagara is the son of Nastiti? Which has been entrusted to us. You know the reason Nastiti covered all of us, she doesn't want her family to know.''

Akram sighed and played the half-filled coffee cup, then continued his talk.

''Especially tomorrow's mother asks to meet with your mother, Dik.''

''If the business with my mother is easy, Mas. Mother can work together. My mom knew all the truth all along. The one Sraya was currently worried about was Mas's mother. What if the mother knows if the child is Nastiti's child?''

PYAAARRRR.

Amidst the serious talk of Sraya and Akram, suddenly there was a sound of a glass that broke due to a fall.

'IBUUUUU ………''

Sraya and Akram said together in surprise.