THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Bejaw Bejo & Jaja Babe.

Alex bowed not a word to answer, although Bombom bombarded with swearing.

The slender-faced man had been free since a month ago.

"Mel, the purpose I came here just want to apologize to you, thank God you accept, otherwise, it's okay, because of my mistake, it's not that easy to forgive" Alex then leaves the party.

"Astagfirlullah..." Melati rubbed her own chest, breathing a sigh of relief as Alex had already drifted away. Melati then, return to the original position.

"Had gone" Abim grabbed his wife's shoulder.

"Quiet Mel, if He dares to mess around, I'll beat him up!" Bombom punched the palm.

"But, he seems to be apologizing for being sincere, Bomb, look at his eyes." Melati despite the fear of actually paying attention to Alex, looks honesty in his eyes.

"Hopefully Mel, I want to eat a lot, the end can not punch Alex's face, so the food that I will make an outlet," he licked Bombom.

"Haha..." Abim laughing.

"Alaaah.. loe Bom, from that loe mouth did not stop chewing, still not full too, use the excuse of venting! it's just basic, loe! greedy," Risda sneered.

It's true said Risda, Bombom tasted this menu, as if there was no fullness.

"Ahaha...do not open the card dong Ris, I'm ashamed of the same Melati," Bombom laughed at his own words.

"Hehehe.. It's okay, eat as much, please-please" said Melati.

******

At 4 pm, the recipe show is over. The driver runs Abim's car. It appears that Melati slept on her husband's lap, probably from exhaustion.

Abim was not bored to look at the face of his wife who was sleeping.

"Thank God you have given me a wife, not only beautiful in her face but much more beautiful in her heart"

Abim tidied the hair of Jasmine that came out of the veil. Didn't feel like the car came to papa Wahid's house.

Abim immediately carried his wife's slim body to bring her into the room. Passing papa and mama who have been sitting casually in the family room.

"Alhamdulillah... Pa, our children have finally found happiness." mama cried happily, looking at Abim's steps up the stairs.

"Betul Ma, when Papa retires, Papa will leave our efforts to them."

"Yes Pa" mom shrinks her tears with her fingers.

No no no no.

Abim down the stairs. "Intan hasn't arrived yet Ma?" ask Abim. Joined mom and dad.

"Already, maybe they are resting, very tired times" replied Mama.

"Bim, Papa, have prepared a ticket to Bali, for the four of you, take your wife there, before you return to Switzerland" said papa.

"Room?" ask Abim.

"Yes, don't you like it?" ask mama.

"Don't you dislike Pa, the results of the garment have Papa transferred to Abim's account, continue Papa got funds from where? can you prepare all this?" abim asked in wonder, since Abim married Melati all the acet from the garment has been given to him, but papa can still make a house, have a party, and now just travel to Bali, Bali, papa Wahid must also finance.

"You underestimated papa? Papa, managing the garment, since you were three years old, time has no savings," papa folded his arms in front of his chest.

Mama just smiled, heard the conversation of her husband, and her son.

*******

While in Intan's room. "Tomorrow, we'll stay at my house Tan" said Rony, who had just finished his prayer opening the sarong, appearing to be wearing a shirt and knee-length jeans.

Arriving home, they immediately slept, until the sound of adzan maghrib then woke up in a bath, then prayed maghrib.

"Moving Mas?" Intan who was replying to the chat of his friends was surprised, immediately put the phone in bed.

"Why do we have to stay at Mom's house anyway, Mas? we live here alone, "Intan is a little restless at the thought of living with his in-laws. Yeah, if his in-laws are good. However, if his in-laws were evil, liked to set this up it would be a hell of the world, Intan was horrified to imagine that.

"Tan" Rony raised his wife's chin. "You're my wife now, my responsibility, and we'll start from scratch"

"Indeed, your husband has not been able to give you a luxurious home, only love that I can give, but. I will try to make you happy Intan," said Rony sincerely.

"It's not a problem Mas, but. I. I..." Intan wants to say worried about offending her husband.

"I what?" Rony was anxious and then squeezed the nose of the newly legitimate woman into his wife, because Intan spoke timidly.

"But... You're not mean?" ask Intan quickly.

"Oh... So that's what you mean? my mother is fierce, and of course, houummm..." Rony is styled like a tiger. "Mother will definitely bite you like this" Rony then grabbed Intan's nape and then played on his wife's lips for the first time.

"Eeeppmm..." Intan pushed her husband's chest. He was still afraid of doing adult scenes that he had never done. But, he felt a different sensation, like there were a thousand butterflies dancing in front of him.

Rony took off the pagutan. "Don't tell me my mom is fierce, don't know then don't love" said Rony. Rony pressed his lips Wanting to repeat his morning.

"Yes..." Intan backwards shifted his seat was still boring, while covering his mouth. "Yes, yes, tomorrow I'm coming" he said.

"Well, why are you anyway? afraid so, later we will do more than that," Rony carved a smile, his eyebrows both up and down.

"Mas, what if we stay here?" Intan.

"Tan, ask Mama. My mom is Javanese, I know. No, if we live in one house with people, each of whom has a partner, if the language Mak-Mak, pamali." said Rony.

"Don't Mas, that superstition," Intan doesn't believe in that kind of thing.

Rony took a deep breath, looking at his wife fixedly, apparently his wife had not been shouting her meaning.

"Tan, I'm a man, yes, I have to be the same father-in-law" For Rony, going through a difficult moment together with his wife is a dream. To avoid any conflict when it occurs in their household.

It's true that Rony brought mom along to live with him. Only his mother he had, after all Rony knew. Her mother was a good woman, never nosy with the lives of others especially it was her own daughter-in-law.

"Although small, I already have my own home Tan, indeed I invite mother to live together, pity mother, in the village just live alone, I do not have the heart" said Rony.

Intan smelled a smile at her husband, there was a sense of pride, a man who loved his mother would definitely love his wife.

"Oh Mas has a hometown too?" ask Intan.

"I've got BABE" Rony joked.

"What is Babe?" Intan's forehead is wrinkled.

"The late father of Betawi, kept the mother of Batak, so BABE right?" Rony chuckles.

"Oh Papa I Betawi, hold Mama Jawa, means; BEJAW, dong" Intan giggled shut his mouth.

"Ah don't connect the right BEJO" said Rony.

"What is Bejo?" Intan is back in a frown.

"That Bejo, if from the Javanese language is lucky, and I'm lucky to get a wife like you," Rony again rubbed his wife's lips.

"Dude. iihh..." Intan again pushed Rony's stocky body.

"Seeetttt. now.we're his moment, prduction, Jaja" Rony holding his wife's shoulder.

"What else is all Jaja?"

"I was born in Jakarta, you too, means we are one production. Well, when we bismillah, if our children will be born a boy we give a name. CORSET"

"Damor..." Intan laughed this time leaving her teeth exposed. Makes Rony swallow the saliva.

Rony laid down his wife's body later, his hands adventuring through the most beautiful places. Intan felt as if walking floating through the air, flying with the prince carrying her to a place they had never been before.

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