The Smile of the Heart Fruit
SUNDAYS

Sunday has arrived.

I packed up and cleaned up the things I would bring to my mother's house.

On the way to my mother's house. I stopped at the fruit shop to buy some fruit.

"Mas will stop by the fruit shop for a while. Want to buy a little fruits for mom."

"Yes. "

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At the mother's house. We knocked on the door and heard someone unlock it from inside the house.

"Assalammualaikun buk." Akbar said while kissing his mother's hand.

"Vaalaikumsalam. You guys have arrived. Let's go in." Reply mother.

"Sit here Akbar's bar."

"Yes buk."

"What do you want to drink, son ?"

"Later to buk."

I went in and put the fruit on the dining table of my mother's house. After putting it down I walked up to my mother and husband in the living room.

"What is buk ? Many ?" Ask me.

"Well that's it. If I like the young date again I like to lose. Kia make your husband coffee there."

" Good buk."

Talk ibuk and mas akbar talk about self-service and future plans for the future of Nindi.

"It's mas."

"When you go to the supermarket. Take care of ibuk shop. Control of all employees. I haven't been to the supermarket yet. "

"Yes buk."

"Key montornya, I put it on the refrigerator deck.take it yourself."

After I was ordered by my mother-in-law to control the self-service, I immediately went to use the mother's montor. On the road I only speak in my heart.

"It seems there is something important that will be talked about by mother to mas akbar. But why wasn't I asked to talk? Later after home mom I will ask to mas Akbar what is the matter. There's something important and why I shouldn't know." I said from my heart to the journey in my in-laws' self-service.

When Akbar with his mother at home.

"Accbar. Every day my mother was alone at home. You've been busy with your wife. You hit my mother once a month only twice. I'm home alone and feeling down. For eight years I lived alone at home. Surti's mother only accompanied him for a while, even if his work was done he went home."

"What I want right now."

"Hugely married. So that I have friends in my old age."

"It's a joke."

"Neither Akbar, my mother was serious. I want to marry you, son."

"Sir, my mother, she is old. I'm ashamed to have my mother remarried. What people will say later. I've been living the stairs. Nindi is soon finished college. Is my mother ashamed? "

"For what is shame. He did not commit any criminal acts. I'm just sad always alone at home."

"Prophey buk. Me and Kia are also trying to give a grandchild to my mother."

"Do you say you have to be patient. How long have you been patient with your grandchildren? The main reason why I want to get married is one of them. You have a useless wife, who cannot give you offspring!!"

"But ikstifar buk. Don't be like that. Kia would be hurt if she heard my mother say such a thing." Akbar.

"Let her be hurt, let her know what she wants. The fact is that he can't give you a descendant. Why are you keeping your home! hhheeemmmm."

"Lantas what should I do buk. Me and Kia have been fighting to death to get a descendant buk. I know what the results of the lap test are all from the doctor?"

"Yes I know. But all I want is one, divorce your wife!! " Saying with an angry voice.

"Yes. Divorce your wife and find another woman who can make you happy and give you offspring."

"Oh, I do want offspring, but not in this way. How about Kia buk."

"Keep wanting when are you like this? Sampi ibuk died first!! Akbar, this mother has been waiting for a long time. I want to get married you disagree. I want a grandchild from you, and you can't love. Do you have no pity on your mother? Do you love your mother anymore?"

"Hud don't say that. Akbar is very dear to mother and Nindi."

"Prove that you are right love to mother. You already know what my mom wants. Yes, now you stay, can be happy mother or not. If you choose your wife. Please! But don't expect you to see my mom again!"

"Buk, sorry Akbar can not be happy mother at this time. But don't be like this buk." Said Akbar while holding his mother's arms.

"Lepasin akbar, if you really love your mother leave your wife."

Finish the discussion and then go into the room. We had dinner at the dinner table. However, my hunch says there is something strange with Akbar and ibuk mas. Usually when eating with mom always ask the mas akbar about work and others. But at that time they were silent.

"Oh, I'll give you some fruit for mom." I said open the conversation in the middle of that quiet dinner.

"No, you don't have to." Answer ibuk.

"I'll get you some more vegetables. This is my mother's favorite vegetable."

"You don't have to get attention, Kia. Noisy knows. So my appetite is gone because you're chatty!" Said her mother-in-law slamming her spoons and forks on the plate.

After I left the place to eat. I asked Akbar.

"It's hard why. How I noticed you guys just shut up. What's up, mas? "

"Udah just yesterday. Maybe more thoughts."

"Indeed, what did you talk about? "

"Hhhhuuuusssssssssttt's chat.. Finish the meal we go home." With a little loud tone.

After eating, I cleaned the dinner table and washed the dishes that had been used. I packed up my things to go home soon.

"Have you not?"

"Udah mas."

I walked to my mother's room and knocked on her door. Shortly after, I came out of the room.

"Oh, I'll go home first. I have to leave in the morning. Buk, Akbar will consider mother's request. But don't be angry." He said while kissing his mother's arms.

I touched on the words that my husband said earlier when saying goodbye. However, Akbar did not tell me what his mother had asked him until they could be equally silent. Mas Akbar and ibuk were the same - the same furrowed his two eyebrows that signified disappointment.

"Hhheeeeeeeemmmmm! Heart - Heart."

"I'm going home with you."

When the ladder I will kiss the date of the mother but the mother immediately drag the date as if it will not allow me to kiss. I saluted my mother, and she returned our greetings.

After saying goodbye, my husband and I went to our car. I opened the gate and closed it again after the car came out of the yard. The mother who was at the door of the house when we drove us out of the house put on a sullen and angry face.

I asked my husband again because I was still curious about the attitude of my mother who arrived angry at me.

"Actually what the hell mas kok ibuk like very angry."

"Ooowwwwwhh nothing. You need to think about it."

"But mas."

"Customize, dissent."

"But why was I told to leave when you were talking about something?What are you guys talking about? About me, huh?"

"Darling, you're on them first huh. I'm driving again. Just interrupt my concentration!" Reply Akbar.

After Mas Akbar slightly snapped at me, I only stayed on the way. But I have a bad feeling. I don't know what's going to happen in my little house.

Seriate.