That boy is my wife!
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"Currently, you were a monster last night, Fer." My meaning to myself.

Once again glanced towards Jiya who was still tightly closed enjoying her dream.

Slowly, I rubbed the top of my little wife's head dearly, which involuntarily made her move uneasily in my arms. Until finally, groan slowly with eyelids that begin to open a little.

"For Om" she said with a sweet smile. 

I, who saw the scene, developed a smile as well.

"Morning," I said, saying hello.

"Hoam." Jiya yawns with both hands that she stretches overhead. Until making a blanket wrapped his body was slightly sagging down. Makes me again rub the surface of my face rough when I see the red traces I left on his body.

"I'm sorry, last night I must have played rough." I said, with my face turned the other way. Feeling ashamed of myself, remembering what happened last night again.

Unexpectedly, Jiya even patted my shoulder slowly. Which makes me turn my head towards him.

"Father kok Om, anyways Jiya used to start. Oh yes, do not forget today we want fittings clothes for reception loh, together with Mamah," he explained as he patted his hair high. Like when I was in school.

"OKAY. Can you walk by the way?" I asked with a worried face.

When he saw Jiya who was about to get up from her sitting position, headed for the bathroom. However, restrained and sat back with his hands firmly grasped the bed sheet.

"Eum, I think Jiya needs Om Ferdi's help all day. Can you?"

"Why not, anyways we are legitimate and you are my full responsibility. So we should be shoulder to shoulder when we encounter difficulties. Ah, speaking of this I remembered the incident back then. I shouldn't have gone and stayed by your side to give you encouragement." I suddenly let out a heavy sigh as I remembered my stupidity back then.

"Come on, Om. Do not reveal it again, however, we are now together and living peacefully. So, just throw away some unnecessary memories and make it sick if remembered," explained Jiya.

He really got wiser and made me salute in the same second. After that, I then helped Jiya, by carrying her into the bath. Put it on the WC sit, then help the juice clean all sides of his body.

For more than 5 minutes, I came out of the WC carrying Jiya in a sling. Then, sit him back on the bed carefully.

"Let me help you, make your hair grow."

I saw Jiya nod enthusiastically with a smile that developed her lips.

"okay!" he was excited, like a child.

Jiya then sits on the bed quietly, as one by one sheets of her hair I dry with the help of a hairdryer. The restless boy seemed to be humming a rhythm of a song that was quite foreign in my ears.

There nothing like us~

There nothing like you and me~

Together through the storm~

There nothing like us~

There nothing like you and me~

"Whose song?" ask me when I understand the meaning of each verse of the lyrics Jiya sings. I'm not stupid, and I know what that song means.

Jiya who heard my question just now turned her head slightly. Then hold tightly to both of my hands suddenly. "Some, anyway Jiya often sing this song during the same split Om Ferdi."

Unexpectedly, Jiya was also very upset when she parted with me. I think behind her attitude that rejected me firmly at that time, Jiya had managed to forget this me.

Finished, Jiya and I went to Mamah Vivi's house to pick her up before going to the boutique. Well, the three of us are already planning to go take care of whatever is needed for the reception that is planned to be held next week.

When my car started to enter the residential street area of Mamah Vivi. Apparently the figure of my in-laws was already standing, waiting in front of the gate with his hands waving towards the car.

"Here, Fer!" it was a loud cry that made Jiya laugh involuntarily in the chair next to me.

"Happy funny, huh?" he stared at me.

"Yes, I'm like you." I replied quickly, which only made the smile on Jiya's face fade.

"Jiya is like Papi. If Mamah is in her genes. So don't be similipin," he said with a hand that the rese boy was set in front of the chest.

"Yes, yeah. The Papi boy." Again I replied to Jiya's words, with the left hand pinching the cheek of the rese boy anxious.

"Ish, sick! How was it pinched? How will Jiya's cheeks stretch?" it was the annoyance that made me laugh out loud.

"Some who told me to have a sparkling face like that. Kan, my hand is a gatel who pinches your chubby cheek."

I saw Jiya's face still pouting. Until the arrival of Mamah Vivi who suddenly opened the car door knob, precisely the passenger seat. Maybe then, I saw him smiling again.

"Mom, Jiya kangen!" whining that somehow since when has changed position and sat in the back seat. With Mamah Vivi.

I saw it, just a head shake. Not much different from Mamah Vivi who also did the same thing with me. Only, after that I heard Jiya complaining loudly. When the base of his nose was pulled Mamah Vivi until it turned red.

"Well, how come Mamah is like Om Ferdi, anyway? He likes to narik nyubit Jiya's cheeks. If it gets bigger, how?" obviously upset, getting louder.

But not Mamah Vivi name, if immediately lost a landslide with Jiya. After not poking at the words of his own son, my in-laws suddenly changed the topic and asked me about my health condition now.

Of course, I immediately answered that question as it was. And let them, the mother-daughter, restore her closeness during the journey.

Almost all the way, I was like an online motorcycle driver. Who just stared straight and focused towards the asphalt road that day was quite crowded. So crowded, my car was hit by sudden traffic jams several times, as well as red lights.

I see Jiya and Mamah Vivi are still busy chatting the two back there. And apparently, unaware of my presence that looks like a piggy goat here. They both sound good discussing something I really don't know.

Not to be felt, making this trip so fast. We arrived in front of the boutique we wanted to visit.

Seeing my car that had been parked, making Mamah Vivi stop the activities of her huddle, then began to walk out which was soon followed by Jiya.

Mamah Vivi then led us into the boutique. Then explain one by one the most popular products and are mengehits among the community. Which, I can guess right away that this boutique belongs to him.

Jiya who was even new to know, immediately looked at Mamah Vivi with her mouth agape.

"When did Mom have a boutique?"