SUFFERING AN EMPTY SON-IN-LAW

SUFFERING AN EMPTY SON-IN-LAW
DON'T TOUCH MY FUTURE WIFE


Reno is having breakfast at her parents' house. Because Stefani was sulking due to her quarrel the other day. They become more and more tenuous, indifferent to each other. Only the baby keeps Reno going back and forth to her house. Showing his attention and affection.


Their lives are now very empty. True, Reno is only bound because of his son alone, without any love for his wife.


They are now only three, because Anita has come with her husband again out of town. "Pak Indra told father to come to his villa again. He said to celebrate his son who had successfully proposed to his idol" said Mr. Dedi started a conversation.


"I mean Andre's father? Indra only had one son. But who's been proposed?" sahut Reno's. "Didn't Hilwa who was proposed by Mr. Indra's son." said Bu Tika. Everyone was shocked, including Mr. Dedi. Because Mr. Indra did not tell more details about who his son applied for.


"Damn! I have to make sure who Andre is applying for." Reno murmured. "Dad, don't you want to be sure who knows Hilwa who Andre's applying for?" reno. "Let's just say, I also agree that Andre will eventually become Hilwa's companion. He's a good, established young man. And Andre's parents love him very much." said Mr. Indra.


"I'll go to villa om Indra right now." exclaimed Reno, "mother also came along. I want to make sure that Hilwa is right in Andre's application." said Bu Tika.


"What are you coming there for. Later even make a riot, the father does not want to make the relationship between the father and the father's best friend. Let it be if Hilwa is the one." sidelines Mr. Dedi.


"I'll go there anyway, if mom and dad want to come, if not, papa. At least we have to congratulate my ex-wife" Reno smiled.


And finally inevitably Mr. Dedi also went with Reno with his wife. After finishing breakfast they immediately traveled to the villa they had visited.


* * *


Early in the morning, I prepared breakfast in the kitchen. Indeed, they did not bring ART because they did not intend to linger to visit this villa.


Actually after breakfast they intend to go home, because their goal was successful last night. Mr. Indra and Ms. Eva just came out of the room. "Wah our daughter-in-law is very agile, ma'am, early in the morning already in the kitchen" said Mr. Indra. "Yes well, Andre did not choose the wrong wife." said Ms. Eva. Hilwa just smiled in response to the words of her future father-in-law, but still her face was red.


"It's om" Hilwa handed him his favorite cup of warm tea. "Mother is on a diet huh, Hilwa. So don't drink tea." said Ms. Eva smiling warmly.


"From now on just call dad, just as rich Andre is. Because soon you will be part of our family." said Mr. Indra after he sipped his tea. "Yes dad" cried Hilwa.


Andre just got off his room. "Why did your eyes wither Ndre, did you not sleep last night?" ask Miss Eva. "Andre can't sleep ma'am" he said. "Lho why, you should sleep well donk, because your desire has been achieved" said Ms. Eva. "That's it, ma'am, I can't wait to legalize it" Andre replied plainly.


"Eh Hilwa, I thought you were still in the room" said Andre who was mistaken. "That's good to be found you've been saved." sizzled Mr. Indra in Andre's ear and just passed. Ms. Eva was just smiling at her misbehaving son and Hilwa's face flushed red.


"Mas, want some tea too?" asked Hilwa who was trying to melt the atmosphere. "By say- uh Hilwa." Andre was almost lost he wanted to call Hilwa with a loving call. But he still hesitated, because it was not halal. "Please wait at the dinner table." said Andre. Hilwa just nodded.


It's time for breakfast. "You seem to have gotten used to cooking Hilwa. Your cooking is all good." said Ms. Eva. "Yes Bu Hilwa often cooks at Hilwa's old house." said Hilwa. "That's what it means in your parents' house?" ask Bu Eva softly. "In the former lukewarm-house" Hilwa's remark hangs, as they suddenly have the arrival of several guests.


"Assalamualaikum" said a middle-aged man who was the same age as Mr. Indra. "Wa'alaikum salam" they answered in unison.


"Lho Ded, you're here too. Why not say it first. Almost, we will be home soon." exclaimed Mr. Indra who stood up from his seat. They have three guests.


While Mr. Dedi and Mr. Indra greeted each other, others seemed surprised at the arrival of guests they had never expected before. But Miss Eva, who knew Mr. Dedi well, approached him. "Lho why not tell Mas if you want to come here, so we can prepare something" said Ms. Eva who greeted her guests.


While Hilwa and Andre were only pensive, what was the meaning of their arrival. But Hilwa still approached him. The first one he greeted was his former father-in-law. "Dad, how's it going?" greet Hilwa and kiss the palm of Mr. Dedi. "Good dad Wa, how are you, heum?" ask Mr. Dedi. "Thank God Hilwa is good, Hilwa is happy to see you again."His word. "Wa, thank God you are fine" said Reno who had not escaped staring at his ex-wife.


"Yes, good brother too, right?" ask Hilwa to make sure. "Sister is also good, Wa." said Reno, because there's no way he'd say he wasn't okay. Especially after seeing Hilwa actually exist in this place. To be true, if the woman in Andre's application is his beloved ex-wife.


"Mother is also glad you're okay Hilwa. What are you doing here? Where are your parents?" leaning on Ms. Tika, but clearly she already knew the answer. Seeing Hilwa who was just silent, made Miss Eva break their conversation, although she did not know why Hilwa could be recognized by her husband's family friends. "Let's sit down first." take her.


Everyone walked towards the living room.


"Let Hilwa get you a drink" he said and immediately rushed to the kitchen. While everyone was exchanging greetings, Reno left before them. "Om, Reno go to the toilet first." she said. Andre who knows where Reno's destination is actually following him and also saying goodbye.


"Hilwa, what are you doing here?" asked Reno who had indeed gone to the kitchen to meet his ex-wife. "Sir, why are you here?" The surprised Hilwa asked back.


"Jawab first my question. What are you doing here? and why are you in their midst?" press Reno and grab Hilwa's wrist. "Despite Hilwa's hand, Hilwa did not want to make them misunderstand" he said who tried to release Reno's hand checks.


Reno who did not also release his hand checks, "lepasin Hilwa. Don't bother him anymore. You have no right to it anymore" said Andre who had eavesdropped on their conversation.


With all her might Hilwa let go of Reno's hand. "Mas, this is not as you-" the word hilwa hangs, "no dear. Don't say anything. I believe in you." sidelines Andre.


Reno who heard Andre calling Hilwa affectionately would make his blood boil. "Bad! You took Hilwa from me." sergeant Reno grabbed Andre by the collar.


Andre only responded with a cynical smile. "Are you not saying it wrong. Capture Hilwa? obviously he's nobody to you anymore. And anyone has the right to have it." said Andre relaxed.


"Sister! release Mas Andre. Why are you like this." growled Hilwa look at the behavior of her ex-husband. "Hilwa why are you with him. Come back to me baby, brother is so tormented after parting ways with you." Reno finally admitted it with a hearty face.


The deg!


"What does brother mean? don't ever say that. We have separated, brother. And you already have Stefani and the kid you always wanted, right?" sahut Hilwa's. Rest assured he is trying to control his anger. Why did Reno suddenly speak like that.


"No dear. My brother doesn't need them. It turns out you are the one you need to be next to your sister." said Reno Lirih, and tried to hold Hilwa's hand. But Andre immediately brushed it off. "DON'T TOUCH MY FUTURE WIFE" Andre said. He could no longer hold back his anger.


Of course Reno who felt in the way of his anger also began to be provoked. "Breng*sec!" and bugh, bugh finally fight they can not avoid.


"Mas Andre, brother Reno please stop!" shout Hilwa.


Everyone who heard the commotion in the kitchen immediately approached the source of the sound. And how shocked they saw their sons fighting by hitting each other rolling on the floor.