THE BRIDE'S REPLACEMENT FOR MY BROTHER
46. Jealous

"It's like how it is, I don't know how to make porridge. Usually it's Almira, where it's not sure if he can go home, '" said Hana in the kitchen. If not sick, maybe he chose to buy his papa food online. Stay seated, the food will come by itself. Her husband doesn't mind if he can't cook anything.

"Where, not yet?"

"Eng,--" Hana flinched, then shook her head.

"Let me, please" exclaimed Wildan taking over the kitchen utensils. Deftly he washed the rice for porridge in the sink. Hana even gawked at the spot to see Wildan without asking or at least looking for a recipe in Mbah gugle, he could immediately turn on the stove and start stirring it deftly.

"Since when did pinter cook, which?" Hana was embarrassed. Had he not taken the decision to accept Wildan, perhaps Hana would have regretted it, regretting having wasted a man as good as Wildan.

"Since, it's been a long time. From the first time you traveled a lot, I used to cook with my aunt."

"Auntie?"

"Yes, but now my aunt has returned home and my mom is staying home. Starting from I graduated High School, no one helped me at home" explained Wildan.

"Pantes fitting we nginep there only mama papa."

Wildan just smiled, "but if the week auto rame anyway, on the gathering. We go home on a normal day. Dah so nih, the porridge of the dream son-in-law," as always Wildan.

"Hahaha, I can anter to papa first," exclaimed Hana Wildan.

Although Wildan's relationship was not as good as that of his son-in-law or vice versa, he still respected Anton and tried to be kind to Anton. Wildan realizes he is not a good son-in-law, his image in Anton's eyes is very bad since he ruined Hana.

Ting tong's...

Hearing the bell ring, Wildan gushed forward to open the door.

Wildan's voice opened the door where Almira and her husband were standing.

"Almira," exclaimed Wildan smiling, then nodded briefly at Alfindra as a greeting.

"Let's go in, come in." Wildan turned around first, allowing Almira and her husband to sit in the living room.

"Hana again brought the porridge to the papa's room," he explained before Hana asked.

"Oh yeah bang." Then turned to look at Alfindra, "I saw papa for a second, Mas?" his permission.

"Can."

Briefly dense and clear Alfindra's answer, after her sister-in-law passed into the room the sudden in-laws atmosphere in the living room was awkward. Wildan refused to open his voice first with Alfindra. Until the return of Almira disperse the reverie of both.

"What would you like to drink? Brother?" almira asked her husband and brother-in-law. Especially when you see the table on the guest sofa is still empty, there is no sign of a used glass.

"You just sit down Mir, let me make it." Wildan went to the kitchen first. "Are you, huh?" he looked at Almira again.

"Eh, no. I made a bang."

"Bring it up."

"Almira don't make your own, you make your brother!" kekeh Almira's.

As a result, the brother and sister-in-law were busy arguing near the kitchen, while Alfindra was staring sternly while holding her arms.

"Caper, you're gonna make a drink. Just tell me you want Almira's decks," Alfindra murmured. Maybe if it is defined at this time his head there is smoke billowing invisible. Jealousy is that thick.

Can't bear to see his wife talking to Wildan, making Alfindra stand up and approach them with a grim face.

"Where? Is it drinking? I'm thirsty" lamented Alfindra ketus.

Almira gave a cup of coffee to her husband. Coffee made by bang Wildan.

"Who made it?" Alfindra looked at Wildan and Almira alternately.

"You drink, my stomach's a little nauseous." Alfindra thrust back not into Almira's hands but into Wildan's.

"What is this, a very rame," exclaimed Hana came carrying a dirty bowl of used porridge then put it in the sink.

"It's okay," replied Wildan welcoming him.

Hoek...

Hoek...

Alfindra broke through to the kitchen sink and broke her entrails.

"Mas!" the gentle movements of Almira massaging the nape calmed him down.

"Hm, no papa is just plain nauseous."

"Let's sit down" Almira asked. Wildan frowned to pay attention to Almira's impressed husband, strange!

"Your husband is sick Mir? Take a break to the room" cried Wildan.

Almira shook her head, "no bang! Then glanced at Hana, "there's eucalyptus oil no brother, I forgot to take it."

"There is a moment" said Hana.

"Let me take it." Wildan went upstairs to the room to get some eucalyptus oil.

"Why the hell Mir? It hurt?" Hana approaches, but Alfindra hints to keep Hana in her position.

"Don't whip," said Almira. Not jealous, but maybe if already so Alfindra felt his stomach back nausea.

"It's Mir. Na, take a break" pinta Wildan.

"But there was Almira when I stayed, no ah!"

***

After her nausea subsided, Almira went to Anton's room. He saw Anton sleeping behind him with a blanket covering half his body.

"Rapidly healed, Pa," he murmured softly barely audible.

"Papa must be healed." Wildan's voice shocked Almira.

"Don't you be seriously ill, are you?" ask Almira.

"If you have to go to the hospital, it's okay. Let's use Almira's money later."

"Slightly, there are actually more brothers to talk to you," Wildan said.

"Yes, bang?" tanya Almira parroted.

"Your husband is that weird?" ask Wildan.

"Huh?"

"I don't like us, I like Hana. Honestly, I'm kind of how fitting he's nauseous because of my coffee earlier."

"I'm sorry my husband bang, he got that cauvade syndrome" Almira explained.

Alfindra eavesdropped on their conversation outside, eager to join in seeing Anton instead watching his wife chat with the brother-in-law, the heat of his heart was made again.

"It's finished yet?" ketus Alfindra's.