The Cry of a Son-in-law
Be faithful

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"What did you say just now, Safinta?"

Sri stared intently at Safinta, let's tell me, what have you done? I won't let you contain my son's seed! Just look if you get pregnant, I'll get you to lose it.

"Ma-mama, I-I don't exist.do you want something.let me cook for dinner." said Safinta who now opens the refrigerator.

Sri threw her breath out harshly, "Let me tell you, you won't be able to make me the dishes I want to eat!" Sri moved from her seat.

To Sri's two sharp eyes, continue to pay attention to what Safinta will do, with all the ingredients in the refrigerator.

The mbok who is finished by washing the vegetable material, directly put it in the container. Then deliberately walked towards Safinta to take the other container, which was in the bottom gupet, the mbok crouched, with his head pitched towards Safinta.

"The lady likes jengkol balado, miss. but not spicy." said the mbok in a soft voice.

Safinta nodded her head, understanding what she said to her, "Thank you, mbok!" safinta.

"Heh mbok! Quickly cook the vegetables! You two are really loose! If you guys melt like this, when will everyone have dinner!" sulang Sri with a waist rack.

"Better mama do not have to bother them, if mama herself can only be angry without the intention of petrifying them cooking in the kitchen, mah!" reprimand Malik who stands in the kitchen doorway.

"Papa always defended him!" Sri stepped out of the kitchen in annoyance.

Until dinner arrived, everyone sat in their seats, not least Safinta who sat next to Maulana.

Sri stared and said cynically to Safinta, "Heh you! What a courtesy to let the mbok who served us eat all hah!"

"Mah!" reprimand Malik.

"I'm sorry, let me serve you all." Safinta got up from her seat, serving food on Maulana's plate first.

"You serve your husband, son! There is no obligation to serve us all!" malik's Edit to Safinta.

"Bah!" Sri looked at Malik.

"Don't look at papa, mah! We better eat!" malik's Edit.

Inevitably, like not to like, Sri serves her own food to Malik's plate. The Kingdom and Goddess prepared their own dinner.

"It must be delicious, whose cooking is this mbok?" tanya Raya with sparkling eyes saw jengkol balado among other menus.

"Miss Safinta, Miss. Almost all the menus on the table, Miss Safinta who cooked it. mbok just help prepare it." explained the mbok.

"Waaah kaka-in-law, you're so great. Can cook this much menu for all of us." praise Raya who started enjoying her dinner.

"Just be so proud!" grouse Goddess.

Sri stared lazily Safinta, the most jengkol balladnya not tasty. The look can be the same, but about the taste, the last time my tongue felt it was very long, it was very long, but I'll never forget what it's like.

Every now and then Safinta looks at Sri's face, hopefully mama likes my cooking.

Sri began to eat his dinner, feel the jengkol balado cooked Safinta, what is not wrong remember, this taste, why it can taste the same, this is delicious!

Initially Sri's hand that moved with enthusiasm fed her food into her mouth, now behaved normally and appropriately.

"Why mah? Is it good cooking? Jengkol balladnya same as the cuisine of your late mother, mah!" malik's light is aware of the gurgle of the wife.

"What the hell is pah! Obviously it still tastes a lot better in my mom's cooking, pah!" Sri denies the word Malik.

"Emmm this is so delicious. kaka-in-law I'm better than ka Dewi where it looks. Beautiful, educated, but unable to cook. What can your husband be proud of?" greater Lefek.

"You brat! Don't talk too much, rich yourself can cook. You can't do anything about kitchen work either!" ledek Dewi with a triumphant smile.

"Uhuk uhuk." Sri coughed cough to hear the ravings of the Goddess, insolent Goddess! Don't think what if I'm not good at the kitchen either!

"Do you want to add more?" ask Safinta to Maulana.

"May." said Maulana with a smile, "You feel so good, baby!" puji Maulana's.

"Who did you learn to cook from Safinta?" malik asked in between their dinners.

"From the mother of the parlor, father. The housewife taught me kitchen work." Safinta honestly explained.

"Please teach me how to cook!" said Raya with a hopeful look.

"May." answered Safinta.

"Don't you listen to my mom, baby! Mama just envies you." explained Maulana, when she saw Safinta who was offended by her mother's words.

"I'm fine, what Mom said is true. You can take lessons with the great chefs. I'm just a nursing home kid who doesn't understand what's with classy food." Safinta said humbly.

"Baperannn!" gerutu Dewi with a swipe towards Safinta.

"I'm full. Dad, I'm with Safinta tonight, I'll be out with her for a while!" maulana said before leaving the dining room.

"For what permission from papa, son! You are a couple, you should always be together." Malik said.

"Let's go!" Maulana takes Safinta out of the villa.

"Where are we going, ka?" ask Safinta who is now with Maulana in the car, heading somewhere.

"Later you will know dear, I will take you to a very beautiful place" said Maulana who was focused on the steering wheel.

"Can I ask you something, ka!" safinta.

"What, just say it."

"Do you want me to postpone the pregnancy, or walk as is. Without using contraception." Safinta said with her head bowed, embarrassed to talk to Maulana about this.

Maulana turned to Safinta, "Don't tell me you're pregnant, baby. We've only done it 2 times, which may be a sign that you're pregnant" said Maulana who seemed to doubt Safinta.

"Sorry ka, that's not what I mean. I know we just did it 2 times. But we did it without contraception, did we do it on purpose so I could get pregnant?" great-granddaughter Safinta

"Why are you pregnant, baby? There is nothing wrong, after all, we are legal husband and wife in the eyes of religion and law. What exactly are you afraid of hem?" Maulana stopped the speed of his car, when he felt he had reached his destination.

Safinta turned her head for a moment before she answered Maulana's question, "I'm afraid you don't want any offspring from my womb, you know! Until now I have not seen my mother accept to my presence as your wife, ka." great-granddaughter Safinta, poured all her grievances on Maulana.

Maulana came out of the car, she opened the car door for Safinta, then pulled Safinta in her arms, "Under the dark sky with starlight, I promise you Safinta... I'll still love you, I won't leave you for a second. I will always love you, I will not betray you, my love is only for you! Maulana the man who will be loyal to his wife is Safinta!" maulana said with confidence.

Safinta paraded her body with Maulana, she looked at Maulana with a look of hope, "Setia no matter what? Do you promise not to leave me? Always with me? Won't doubt me, will you?"

"I promise you, baby! My love is only for you, Safinta, my wife!" Maulana shouted from the top of the hill, where she was currently.

Safinta and Maulana, enjoying the beauty of the night with a sprinkling of stars in the sky, the breeze pierced the skin. With the warm body of the wife in his arms.

Many times Dewi opened the curtains in his room, making sure whether Safinta and Maulana had returned or not to the villa. With an unbecoming feeling.

"Where the hell are they both going! Don't know if it's too late, it would be dangerous to be outside at the top like this!" grumbled the Goddess in annoyance.

While Sri, sitting on her bed with a look of annoyance Malik who had fallen asleep, lulled with the beautiful dream that approached her.

"I have to find a way, so that the woman does not conceive my son's child. At least I can prevent her pregnancy!" murmured Sri with a sly grin on her lips.

Malik who pura putasle sleep, in silence do not end up thinking with his wife, O Allah, open the door of the servant wife's heart, so that he can accept the marriage of Maulana and Safinta.

Until the morning dawn, the sun greeted every creature in the villa.

"Tante said, if the lady's morning is in the kitchen.I'm right, I'm gonna fuck you up, baby!" muttered the Goddess who stepped towards the kitchen.

"Mama will definitely love this!" Safinta serves dishes that she has cooked on the dining table.

"Hi, can I help you!" said the Goddess with a sly grin on her lips.

"Of course you can, you can move this to the dining table!" said Safinta, who had just served the meat soup she cooked to a large bowl of soup.

"That's a very easy thing!" The goddess was about to touch the bowl without a throw.

"Don't be like---"

Prangs.

"Akhnh."

Seriate.....

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