TALAQ
Part 227 TALAQ
I made a group video call with Yah and Nafisa's family to invite them to come tomorrow, fortunately they do not have an event so that they can come home tomorrow to just play and take off kangen after Zahra school, the excitement and joy of babbling children has become the happiest thing for me. Now Afriana and Rahma became relieved after getting an answer from Yah and Nafisa. At half-four in the afternoon the roar of my husband's car and Mr. Priska was already in the front parking lot of the house, as usual me and the children-ansk always welcome the arrival of his father if it is still late afternoon, as usual, unless I come home late, I welcome him myself.
"Assalamu'alaikum mother, and father's beautiful and handsome son !" exclaim my husband with a happy smile.
"Wa'alaikum greetings, father." I said I and the children greeted him happily shaking hands and kissing his father's hands had become our routine when his father came home.
"Assalamu'alaikum, the nephew of the governor." now Priska said Salam and immediately embraced Afwa and Afwi.
"Wa'alaikum greetings, come in." Me and the children welcome Mr. Priska happily.
We all sat down and gathered in the living room, except for my husband he had to take a shower after work before being with the kids.
"Congratulations Fah, I've got another windfall." Ma'am Priska gave me a word.
"Thank you mbak, where did mbak rahu come from?" manya curious.
"Who else if not your husband, he was practicing eating all the employees in the office" replied Priska relaxed.
"Astaqfirullah hal'adzim, Mas wong mama has not been informed yet even told the employees." I said surprised by the level of my husband.
"Therefore he came home in the afternoon he said he wanted to call mama" explained Priska while snacking on food on the table.
"Well, make me a rich brother in Afwa and in Afwi." pinta Rahma who sat with us.
"Rahma wants a sister?" priska asked Rahma.
"He uh, funny lo ma them." explained Rahma girang.
"Yes if Rahma wants a sister will stay to play here borrow her sister aunty can." proposed mbak Priska.
"If you borrow his sister's aunt, then what does his sister want to give him milk?" asked Rahma innocently.
"Goat milk." answered Priska's mother.
"Ma, don't trust your mama, sister is not looking for goat's milk." chirped the Chess sir who had finished bathing.
"Mas, I want a fried pisan, please make it." I asked my husband without sin.
"What's? Fried slices from where do you get bananas?" my husband asked in surprise and surprise.
"Some, this morning I went to the market to buy a pisan." I said honestly.
"What's? To the market with whom?" Al Catur was more surprised because I never came out without my husband's knowledge, while this morning I deliberately did not report.
"Yes, I didn't take Qib" I replied honestly.
"Yes, sir" Mbak Qibtiyah was immediately pulled out to meet the foot in the middle room.
"So really rigid to send ibuk to the market?" ask flat chess sir.
"Yes, sir was a powerful mother." replied Qibtiyah honestly.
"Yes, I want to see the market and I want to eat bananas that I bought myself from the market" I replied as is.
"But why didn't you tell Dad?" ask Chess a little upset.
"Your wife was craving Ton, it's natural that." added mbak Priska.
"Please, fried banana." I whine spoiled.
"Yes yes, I made it for mother and children" said my husband softly.
"I also want to." said Priska without sin.
"Fry all the mas let it be quite until all." I asked.
"Yes" answered my husband briefly straight to the kitchen for a singing concert and bejoged ria with a frying pan and a sotel.
Priska and I did not come to the kitchen I was busy chatting with Priska's mom while playing with the kids. Priska and I talked about the growth and development of children, and also once told about something that smelled of women. I had no idea what my husband was doing in the kitchen, but from the living room I had already smelled the smell of ripe fried bananas. Mbak Qibtiyah came out of the kitchen while carrying a plate of fried bananas that were still hot
"Please buk." Qibtiyah ma'am put a fried banana on the table.
"Looks really good." exclaimed Priska who had plucked and started biting my husband's fried banana.
"Alhamdulillah done!" exclaim Mr. Chess who just came out of the kitchen finished frying bananas.
"Mas, I want a boiled banana." I asked again.
"Is this not over yet ?" ask Chess to me.
"But I'm chilling boiled bananas." I'm chuckling.
"Sir Qib please, boil a banana for mom!" mr. Chess' orders on the Qibtiyah.
"I wouldn't eat if it wasn't my dad who boiled it.?" I immediately pouted.
"Both mother dear I broke." finally my husband relented and obeyed my request, silly won.
"From yesterday you mbak, my wife nyidame funny, ask for fried bananas made by me now also chilled boiled bananas, I cooked, and this morning he mboronng bananas in the market." obviously, Mr. Chess seems to know what happened.