The End of the Wing Miss
Who Are Trying to Make Time

Batusangkar, at 15:20 WIB.

Naya opened her eyes wide with her chest constantly pounding. Since Kei said that they were getting closer to the land of his father and mother, the girl could no longer close her eyes. His sleepiness disappeared suddenly.

Along the way, his eyes could not be separated from the surrounding scenery. Naya read every writing she met displayed on a signpost by the road they passed.

All the behavior of the girl did not escape Kei's observation. The man held back a smile while occasionally shaking his head.

Naya was still focused on the scenery along the road they were passing when Kei suddenly stopped the car right in front of the gate of a village.

Naya immediately turned her head when Kei touched her arm slowly. Squinting her eyes, the girl's gaze implied a questionable glower.

Kei smiled again. Staring at the girl for a moment then turned her eyes to the gate that stood firmly on their left.

"Mo stop by first, won't you? Mumpung dah nyampe here. Loss if you do not stop by", he said while returning to set his eyes on the gate.

"Where do you mean stop by?" Naya knitted her two eyebrows now. But his gaze turned toward Kei.

"Welcome to Nagari Tuo Pariangan."

Naya read the sentence written on the gate. Back linking her eyebrows together, the girl tapped her forehead with the index tip. It was like trying to remember something.

Kei came knocking on Naya's forehead while doing a little push with his index tip.

Naya caught Kei's index finger still stuck to her forehead with her eyes widened sharply. It's upset there.

The man held his smile. Whatever Naya's behavior always looks adorable in Kei's eyes.

"Udah, his face does not need to be made ugly cake pretentious, it can not possibly be ugly as well ... H.ha.ha.." Kei laughed after tucking in his spare change.

"Do not need to be shoved into that cake as well. That's a brow not a door." Kei further widened his smile as Naya's eyes grew bigger again hearing the original sentence.

"But if you want to come in here, then ngetoknya in ..." Kei deliberately paused his sentence while taking the wife's hand and sticking it to the man's chest.

Naya turned her eyes back.

"Yeeiii, who is mo ma ..."

"Ups, sorry, forgot! Who should have come in, right brother. Not you!" Kei cut quickly Naya's sentence while raising his eyebrows. The smile of jahil bin tengil was glimpsed on his face.

Naya rolled her eyes when she heard Kei's vague sentence.

"Udah, don't waste time! Brother intentionally, right? Wh why? Afraid to meet Za! It must be because something is wrong!"

Naya twisted her body, and faced Kei now. Staring at the man without a blink, Naya tried to deepen the heart of the man in front of her.

"What the hell, you. It's always bad to think of Abang" Kei said as he extended his hand to the girl's face.

Kei deliberately closed both of Naya's eyes with his big palm.

The man took a deep breath and exhaled him back slowly. Disguised in her thinly shadowing smile.

Duh! How did he know I was buying time?

"It's not like that, yeah ... We go home now, we can come here sometime. Nay knows, this is Nagari Tuo Pariangan which is the most beautiful village in the world version of Travel Budget, right?" The girl pulled Kei's hand from his face.

Naya tries to release Kei's palm that still covers the girl's eyes. Without much effort, Naya manages to remove Kei's hand from his face.

"Yuk, walk again. Nay alah bana samo tek Za, sir etek Alam, apolai samo Noura. (Nay already miss the tek Za, ekek Rul, especially the same Noura)."

Naya blinked her eyes as she grabbed Kei's left hand, clasped tightly and carried the hand to his chest.

Tying the hand tightly to her left chest, Naya looked back at Kei with a hopeful glow.

Wishing the man in front of him was sensitive, how much he had missed his extended family. Stepping directly on the land of birth of mother and father is one of his dreams since childhood.

Kei let out a long breath. The worry came back, but this time more dashyat than worrying because it will be 'taught' tek Za and other large families.

This worry can turn off his reasoning. Kei was afraid, he could not control himself. The beautiful girl in front of him was always challenging, challenging and testing his patience.

This time Naya 'struggles' by sticking Kei's left hand on her chest.

The adult man tried to remove his hand from his wife's left chest. The electricity instantly stung as Kei's hand perched there. Trying to maintain his sanity, the sturdy-looking man shook his head many times.

"Udah, ih! What the hell are you, anyway? Ja. We're definitely going there! All the way across the strait of Melaka, to the New Week directly here ... Well, we must have gone to Za's tek house!"

Kei said a little loudly to jolt his own consciousness to stay sane.

"Huaa? Is that brother? Nay jerk-offs? Nay wrong what?? Hua.l..." Naya's cry instantly filled the car room.

"Hey.hey... That's not what it means. Brother doesn't mean to yell at you ..."

Kei instantly opened his seatbelt and held the girl in his arms, trying to calm down.

Instead of being silent, Naya's cry grew louder and managed to attract the attention of some people who passed by there.

"Shhhh... Hey, dong, Nay. Don't cake the little ones. Yes, we lang..."

Oh, shhiittt! I was wrong again...

...*****...

Etek Zainab House, Batusangkar.

"Yes, Mrs Sri. Long time no see, much to talk about."

"...."

"Yes. Last met two years ago at Naya's master's degree graduation."

"....?"

"Stone head? That means, Mrs Sri?"

"...."

"Oh, oh God ... So what does it mean to be Kei? Ha.ha... Puan Sri is just around. Be careful, Mrs Sri. It will be do'a. His love Naya, later Puan Sri's daughter-in-law married a stone head. Ha.ha... Astarghfirullahal. Na'uzubillah tsumma na'uzubillah. Don't let it happen, Mrs Sri."

"....?"

"Alhamdulillah, Mrs Sri. When I come back here often enough, I. Even in the beginning, almost every month comes. But the last year, the routine is one-time three months. But if you call very often, Mrs Sri. Sometimes in one month it can be two to three calls."

"...."

"Yes, Mrs Sri. Thank goodness."

"...."

"Today yes, Mrs Sri? Okay, we wait."

"...."

"Yes." Yeah."

"...."

"Yes, Mrs Sri."

"...."

"Well, wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah.

Tek Zainab put her dress back on the chair near the dining table.

She and her youngest daughter Noura were busy going back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room when Ms Sri Latifah called.

The two prepare various dishes to welcome the arrival of Naya and Kei.

Mr. Etek Rul, Noura's father was deliberately fishing in the tabek, fish pond, owned by their family to be able to make the favorite tilapia fish palai Naya.

It was Noura who seemed most enthusiastic to welcome the arrival of Naya, his cousin. Sixteen-year-old teenage girl who some time is reluctant to come into contact with kitchen equipment, this time plunged directly to help tek Zainab, the mother.

If usually the beautiful girl always gives a thousand reasons when asked to cook, today Noura reunited with various spices that have been several months no longer swept.

Tek Zainab smiled looking at her youngest child who looked very happy today. Although the body already smelled of spices mixed with sweat, it did not sound like the girl was complaining.

Mr. Etek Rul who had just returned from the surau performing Ashar prayers also gave a small smile watching his youngest daughter.

Mr. Etek Rul and tek Zainab both smiled wryly as their views met. There was a light in both eyes.

After several months of no longer seeing the youngest princess in the kitchen to mix spices and cooking, today they again witnessed a haru moment for the two parents.

The two of them, especially the tek Zainab the mother always emphasized to the princess, that a woman, no matter how high the school, as great as her career and position, when returning home, she returned to her identity. She will return to be a wife to her husband, and a mother to her children.

That is why from childhood Zainab tek has brought Noura to the kitchen, get acquainted and learn about the variety of cooking spices and how to mix them. It's just that these few months their youngest who is in the phase of puberty, is experiencing mood swing.

The teenage girl preferred to question the basketball into her basket rather than concoct cooking spices in the kitchen. Add one more of his favorite sports now, silat and karate.

Tek Za still looks teary, when suddenly ...

"Assynoltom..."

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To be continued

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