The Naughty Disciple Trap
Ngeteek Mother Keep!

The knocking of the door stopped Shayu's speech. The sound of Cakra echoing behind the door made Satria release a hug on her body and immediately opened the door of the room.

Shayu was speechless, she sighed heavily then sat down on the dresser chair. It was not hearty but sooner or later she had to tell her husband about his departure to gain knowledge.

Shayu glanced towards the door, she saw her husband back in not forgetting to close the room door.

"Why Mas?"

"It's okay, Cakra wants to come to the workshop. The bike asked for snacks, he said, I took a shower first, baby."

"Hmm, yes, my mother."

Shayu smiled as Satria's hand stopped on her cheek. Pinch the squash and immediately go into the bathroom. No whining or rejection. The girl looks a lot of thought, to choose the fall after the bathroom door is tightly closed.

"How do you tell him?" Shayu chose to close his eyes. Dizziness once he thought of a way to tell Paksu to stay calm and not fuss.

After fifteen minutes in the bathroom, Satria came out with a fresh face. He turned his head towards the bed then shook his head looking at Shayu who was sleeping instead.

"Darling, magrib loh. Prayers used to sleep again," he said gently woke Shayu who only moaned spoiled. It doesn't feel like getting rakatian if you don't get the prayer time.

Satria decided to first and then re-awaken the wife. Give it a little time and wake it up.

After the greeting and a moment of prayer. Satria again woke up his evil wife who suddenly ngebo. He deliberately rioted by tucking and playing the role of his hand so that the wife quickly woke up.

"Mas, I'm so sleepy. You are very upset. Watch his hand! Your golden makes ticklish!" shayu's whine got rid of Satria's hand. The girl stared fiercely at her husband who even put on a jail face.

"Your hands are naughty, Mom! Wherever it is, out of prayer instead *************not clear!"

"His hard-to-get-up, prayers will run out of time."

Shayu glanced towards the wall clock. Both hands he stretched out asking Satria to help.

Satria did not mind, he lifted his wife's body by holding her like a koala and then lowered Shayu on the bathroom doorstep.

"Sana wudhu first, honey!" tell Satria with anxiety. A little push the wife's body to immediately enter the bathroom.

"Yes-iya Mas," he replied lazily. It feels like sleeping has been forced to wake up. Lives have not yet been collected so it still feels like a dream.

Shayu immediately took ablution and carried out his duty. He returned to the bed after the greeting. His eyes are still very sticky. Not waiting for long Shayu also returned to sleep.

Satria who had been down to see the preparation of tahlilan event, now back to the room to invite his wife to prepare. However, Satria again shook her head to see Shayu continuing to sleep still using a mukena.

"O Allah, dear, do you sleep. Is midnight waking up? To be built now pity. Let's just dech, we'll play around tonight, baby." Satria kissed Shayu's forehead. Staring for a moment the beautiful face of the wife then down to get ready tahlilan.

"Where is Shayu, Sat?"

"Sleep Mom, want to build but I don't have the heart. Let me ma'am, is it okay to?" ask Satria who is not good to her mother. Especially Shayu who from the beginning did not help and was absent from the Papah tahlilan event.

"Yes, than sad continue. Better sleep to keep his heart and mind safe. What is important is prayer?"

"Already Ma'am," Satria replied with relief.

After the tahlilan event, for a moment Satria gathered with Mother, Father and Cakra. They chatted lightly while making coffee and eating snacks.

"Actually Satria has prepared a home for our little exit, sir. Don't know if it's going to be like this, but it's all about Shayu sir. Where do I want to be. I haven't talked to him about this either. I have not said if I have prepared the house. He was gonna make her a graduation present, but it didn't. If he's at home here, it's the new Satria Kontrakin."

"Talk about it first, who knows Shayu wants to. Oh, your wife wants to go to college where? Cakra seems to be at the top of UNES. Not far from Mom and Dad."

Satria's gaze turned to Cakra who was busy with her dress. He smiled at his older brother.

"Learn the real thing! Do you want to study in Jakarta? Ngeteek mom keep going!" satria chirps by throwing peanut shells at her sister.

"Jail! Ngeteek piye? We weigh Mas, just be daunted!" sahut Cakra's origin then returns to his phone screen. He did not realize that what he said was digested by Satria.

The next morning Satria made mesam mesem not clear when he saw Shayu in the morning had taken a bath, neat and made coffee for him. He who just woke up presented the beauty of the good wife. Tumbenan also wears a knee-length dress with hair in a braid. Looks ayu like a village girl.

"The development of Mas Satria village, where to Dek early in the morning is neat?"

"You go to the tomb continue to play to Arita's house, Mas. There is preparation for a farewell at school. My plan is the same she wants to sing it. It's like a famous band. Guitar chakra, drums playing typhoon."

"Can?"

"Can, can be a ngasal. Hehehe.... Mandi Mas, I have prepared clothes. Uhuh!" shayu said with a sweet smile.

Satria turned to the side, right next to her were already shirts, work pants and a bermuda triangle. He wondered what was going on with his wife. This time I prepared all the needs.

"Tumben, usually take it yourself. What wind is it?"

"Typical windmaran," answered Shayu by giving two fingers in the form of love towards Satria, making the man even more anxious with his wife who began to learn any duties of the wife.

Mood booster once to teach this morning. Satria wore the clothes that had been provided and immediately followed Shayu who had been waiting at the dining table.

"How to go with Mas?"

"Bareng Cakra only, later Mas late. There's a morning clock, right?"

"Yes, be careful!" satria. Like a wife who is alone with her husband. Shayu also did not forget to kiss the hand of Paksu and in return for a kiss on the forehead, a bonus is also on the cheek."

"Over your ritual!" chirps Cakra who stared at the middle of the two.

"Tri to? Marry there so you can gini it," said Shayu. He tiptoes hugged Satria and kissed her cheeks.

"Aish showing off! I live in nich!"

"CK, patience!" Shayu stepped towards the Cakra motor and hurriedly climbed up. "Dadah Mas bojo!" shayu exclaimed with a wave of her hand. Cakra also immediately advanced his motor by giving the horn a separate sign first to Satria.

At school, Satria taught as usual. About a month later he became a teacher in Panca Darma. Teaching with all my heart to where the headmaster calls him.

"Mother called me?" ask Satria who is now in the principal's room.

"Oh yes Mr. Satria. I just wanted to ask you about Mashayu. There are still less than two months left for him to go to America. What about the preparations, Mr Satria? If Arta was already asked he said he was making a passport."

"America?"