SUPERBIA
Shy-tempered

Az's hug only came off when the bell rang. Nafla's eyes widened because she knew who had come. Az shrugged his shoulders lightly, embracing Nafla to walk towards the door.

Food was on the table. They ordered food online because there was no time to cook.

"Assalamualaik."

Az lowered his hand from Nafla's shoulder to turn the key child. Then, pull the door handle, until the door is wide open.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Father and Mother Az looked directly at Nafla with a big smile. Mother advanced first, then embraced Nafla with affection.

"How are you, son?" Mom's eyes look dewy. In the past, during childhood this girl was often hugged and carried.

Nafla doesn't know what to do. He still feels confused. However, he softly replied, "Healthy. How's mom?"

The hijab-wearing woman loosened her embrace, then looked at Nafla's face again. A face he had not seen for a long time.

"Do you remember mom?"

Nafla returned nervous, then smiled awkwardly. Until, Dad chimed in, "Where might remember, Mom. Nafla was a little girl."

Mom looked at Dad and then agreed. Meanwhile, Nafla immediately grabbed the hands of mom and dad to kiss the back of his hand.

"Eventually Az dapetin you too, Naf. From childhood he's mentioned your name constantly," teased Dad.

"Az always knew what she wanted" added the mother. Meanwhile, the one who was tempted just smiled. Then, kiss the back of the hands of the father and his mother. Nafla's husband returned to being calm like Azariel Firdaus usually.

"It should be us who come there, Mom," Nafla said as she let Mom and Dad in.

"Hm, the plan is tomorrow we will go there," Az said.

"It's okay. I can't wait." She turned to Nafla and continued, "Actually, we came last night. Too bad we can't see you guys together."

"It's okay, Mom." Nafla clasped her hands, then smiled.

Their wedding last night was sudden. Nafla was even very grateful because both Az's parents immediately approved their intentions, even though they were only contacted via phone.

Az invited his parents to sit on the sofa. Meanwhile, Nafla chose to go to the kitchen to prepare a drink.

"Where are the circumstances of Pak Tirta and Bia, Az?" ask Dad while sitting himself on the sofa.

Az who initially looked at Nafla's departure to the kitchen, turned back to look at Dad. Then, sit down. "No news yet, Dad. Maybe it's busy."

Dad nodded and Az turned his head back towards the kitchen. "I went to the kitchen first, yes," said Az with a cry, then moved from his seat to catch up with Nafla.

Az walked slowly closer to Nafla who seemed busy choosing a cup in the closet. The man with a sharp nose without a cue immediately hugged Nafla from behind, it seems to have become his new habit.

"You where the sugar is?" asked Az while leaning his chin onto Nafla's shoulder.

"This, right?" Nafla pulled the glass jar, then opened it. "What do you like to drink?"

"Nafla?"

Az instantly removed his hand from Nafla's stomach, then stepped back quickly when the mother's voice sounded. The young man seemed to be shocked.

Actually Nafla was also shocked, but he was even more surprised to see the reaction of Az. Then, giggling amusedly.

"Yes, Mom?" sahut Nafla, trying to stop his laughter.

Not long after, she appeared and smiled. "Mom help, huh?"

Nafla nodded, then smiled. "Mom not tired?"

"No. Just sit down, all right." Mother walked closer, then turned to look at Az who was standing near Nafla. "You sit down, accompany me. Let me help your wife."

"Yes, Mom." Az scratched the back of his head, then with a heavy heart left the two women. However, occasionally he still turned to Nafla who was already seen chatting with mother.

"Az was never dating, you know, Naf," began the mother who was greeted by the look of disbelief Nafla.

"Az is his stiff son. What else is the same woman," continued the mother almost chuckled. "So don't be surprised, yeah, if Az isn't romantic. She's shy about it."

Nafla looked stunned, then soon chuckled softly. "Yes, Mom. Brother Azar is shy," he replies amused himself.

***

At lunch, father and mother chatted more with Nafla. There were many stories he wanted to hear from the wife of their first son. After all, for them Nafla had been like a child herself for a long time.

Occasionally Az turned to Nafla, then bent his face again while eating. He felt neglected by his wife. In fact, the newlyweds should be warm.

Slowly Az's left hand stretched out under the table. Then, pull Nafla's left hand and grasp it. Just look at the smile on Az's lips.

Nafla who was a little surprised by the work of the husband, turned her head. Then, smile. Somehow he suddenly remembered the words of his mother earlier and intended to tease Az.

"Sister Azar, please bring the chicken soup to Dad." Nafla suddenly made a sound, making Az turn his head with both eyebrows raised.

"Chicken soup," Nafla repeated innocently at the sight of Az not yet carrying out her instructions.

Not that Az did not hear Nafla's words, but he was confused because Nafla did not want to let go of his hand. Meanwhile, the soup container in question is quite large and heavy. So, there was no way he would raise it with one hand.

Az looked at Nafla with a pleading gaze, but it seemed that the wife still wanted to keep on judging her. So, Az was forced to shake the soup container with just one hand, until his hands seemed to tremble, objecting.

"Be careful, Az!" Mother stood up and grabbed the soup container, rather than falling and spilling. Then, it looked at Az worriedly. "Your left hand hurts?"

"Your hands are sick, honey?" ask Nafla suddenly.

"Ohuk!" Az coughed loudly, then rounded his eyes to look at Nafla.

Ckck! Azariel Firdaus is shy.