The Secret Wedding's
D E L A P A N
After finishing with their respective affairs, Mitha and Azzar sat face to face at the dining table.
As a wife, it is necessary to serve the husband. She took a plate of rice and side dishes for her husband. Only then did he take it for himself.
"Not good." Azzar said arriving. Though previously Mitha did not ask him to comment on his cooking.
Mitha only snorted in response to Azzar's remarks. She inherited her cooking talent from her mother. Not arrogant, but he had tasted his cooking before serving. And he thinks it's fitting. It was Azzar's tongue that asked to be cleaned.
"That's not good, but how about?" Mitha replies mockingly. Yes, after tasting his wife's cooking sesap able to make his tongue fly.
"From redundant." Azzar. In fact he was ashamed to acknowledge and praise Mitha's cooking.
"Huh basic." Mitha sneered at Azzar who was eating so voraciously. He said he did not like and would not eat vegetables. But now he seems to be enjoying his food.
"Nih provisions, let's not snack outside. Remember Om, we must not be wasteful and must be diligent in saving for old age later." Mitha thrust out a small bag containing a supply box.
"I'm not a TK kid so there's no need to bring supplies. And just so you know, my money won't run out of seven derivatives of six climbs four corners though." Azzar said in a proud tone.
Mitha just clucked, lazy to argue with humans like Azzar.
Azzar picked up the small bag that Mitha had proffered.
"It's because I appreciate it because you've been cooking since dawn."
Actually he did not want to refuse the provision given by Mitha. Especially the cuisine that can spoil the tongue. Prestigious, that was what Azzar felt at the moment.
"I'll drive you." Azzar passed from before Mitha to take her briefcase that was still in the room. So did Mitha he also took his backpack in front of the tv.
As usual, Mitha asked to stop at the fork. He didn't want anyone to know about his marriage to Azzar. If anyone knows and divulges it, it's over. Of course he will be expelled from school.
******
The break bell rang two minutes ago, Mitha, Nadya and Irene walked hand in hand towards the canteen to fill their bellies.
"Eh Ta, yesterday I was wriggling you in the supermarket deketnya City View apartments deh." Nadya.
"Emm. wrong look at the times. I came all day at home just lying down while watching Drakor." Mitha had to lie to her best friend. Because he didn't want anyone to know about his marriage to Azzar.
"But really, the characteristics of the girl are the same as lo Ta. But I wonder he's the same guy. The woii"
Yes, that's Nadya. If you look at the handsome guy directly melek it's eyes.
"Ahh time nad. Ngaco lu's. City View Apartments are far from school. Where Mitha might live there. He also said that he now lives with his brother here." Irene did not believe it.
Yes, a few days after her marriage to Azzar Mitha told her best friend that she currently lives with her brother because her mother moved to a house located at the end of the city.
"Udah deh, gausah thought. How will we watch? I'm the one who's buying." With a burning spirit Mitha spoke. He deliberately invited his best friend to go to the cinema so that they did not think too much about their chat earlier.
"Tumben tumbenan lo treatir us." Irene who was his habit could not refuse the free spirit directly.
"Yes, more money. Meatballs also yes hehe." Nadya added.
"Little is mah." Mitha flicked her finger hinting that it was nothing heavy for her. Moreover, during this time rarely he treat his two friends.
"Well, I'll meet in a normal place."
Somewhere else. Azzar was sitting in his seat of greatness while enjoying the provisions prepared by his wife.
Either what ingredients mixed Mitha into the cuisine so that it makes the taste of the food very spoiling the tongue. Previously Azzar only ate vegetables if it was corn and carrots. In addition to these vegetables abstain for Azzar eat it.
Tok.dok..
The sound of the door being knocked. Then a tall man appeared.
"Hello sir boss. Well again eat this, tumben bring stock?"
The man is Farhan, his secretary and best friend since High School. Although Farhan was his best friend, Azzar kept his marriage a secret.
Without waiting for orders or approval from Azzar, Farhan threw his butt in the front seat of Azzar's table. While Azzar only glanced at a glance then refocused with his meal
"What a son is Zar? Dong chip?" Seeing Azzar eat so greedily made Farhan drool.
"Gabby!" Hardik Azzar while embracing his stock box.
"Eh, you really eat vegetables. Usually the most anti-same ijo ijo." Farhan scoffed at the end of his sentence.
Azzar did not respond to Farhan's utterances. Currently the food in front of him is more interesting than the weathered bachelor sitting in front of him while rubbing the corner of the lips.
"Now"
"out of."
After saying that, then Azzar tidied up his cutlery. Then glanced at Farhan who was singing annoyed lips.
Drtts
The vibration of Azzar's phone on the table shifted the focus of both.
[Little girl: Om Mitha will be home a little late. Watch it first with Temen.]
"Who's Zar?" Farhan who kepo with his best friend chat room immediately asked to the point.
"It's none of your business!" Ketus Azzar without looking at Farhan, the net is focused on the phone he holds.
[Azzar : Yes.]
After sending the message, Azzar put his phone in his pocket.
"So soon set up our meeting at one o'clock!" Azzar said firmly.
"But who was that? Do you have gebetan? What was beautiful before? Have you moved on?" So many questions came out of Farhan's mouth. Azzar knew very well that Farhan had a very large kepo soul.
"Sometimes you'll know for yourself."
Angry, upset and curious. That's what Farhan felt, somehow Azzar really liked to make him die of curiosity.
Huh!
With a feeling of annoyance, Farhan walked out of the Azzar's room.
Bruaks!
As an impingement Farhan slammed the door hard enough to make some employees surprised.
The Kanakan once the Farhan. Even his behavior when annoyed or sulking almost resembles a woman.
After finishing the meeting, Azzar chose to go straight home. It's not really right to go home. He stopped by his mother's boutique not far from Azzar's office.
*****
"Assynoltom..." Azzar said his greetings as his feet entered the boutique.
"Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer some people who happen to be shopping.
"Mba Mira, Mommy is there?" Azzar asked one of his mother's employees as a saleswoman.
"There's a mas in dalem. Make a new design." Mira said while tidying up some dresses.
"Thank you."
Actually Azzar is not the type of person who is cold, thin and indifferent. He can be warm only in front of the people closest to him.
"Mother.." Azzar's greeting to the Goddess who was busy with paper and pencil.
"Ahh. How come you're not nervous about dropping by here?" The goddess hugged her only son very tightly, hinting that she missed her son very much.
"Intentionally create a surprise for Mother." Azzar replied while giggling.
"Ohh yes, just now Oma called Mother. He said he'd come here tomorrow, and drop by your apartment."
"Oma?"
Tumben once his Oma comes to visit, because usually the Goddess of the world who always visit Oma.
"Yes, Oma said 'he's back."
The goddess looked down sluggishly at the end of her sentence. Azzar opened his eyes in surprise. His chest was pounding so fast that his heart felt like it was going to fall.
"W-what?" Azzar.
Seriate....