The Value of Loyalty
Still, Morning Activities

“Gak sincerely yes don't need!” Mother who was adding some fried rice seasoning that she had pureed. The face was slightly made to frown.

“Not so ma'am, let alone.so don't go back and forth again. So can help mom with father.”

“It also includes helpin Dira!” Mother with little emphasis.

“Iya—iya.” Go back outside the garden for the umpteenth time. "Then Dira take in the same land!"

“Ga take the land!" I still hear Rindi's words.

"All at the flush of the plant Dir!” Mother who screamed a little. Found his daughter sulking for some reason a sense of prank arose in the heart to judge.

“No need!” answer from father. “ Just leave, let me father!” The father who returned to the stew after slicing tomatoes

small and put into dimples.

Rindi enters with celery full of her clutches.

“Yes very much mercy!” Screaming mother when she saw the results of Rindi's quotes.

“Kan, just said it was a lot!” With both hands stretched from top to bottom, the,

form a large circle.

“Yes, not so Dir.” times Mother with a face. Stabbing his son turned around to irritate him.

“You're the numis Dir!”The man pointed towards the floor. “Ssttt.”

Several times I heard a hiss from my father. A few times sweep towards the nose and mouth with the arms

clothes, maybe spiciness.

There is a small container containing the results of sambal ulekan pak. Added sambal who is still in the dimple, making Rindi grimace.

What do you want to make a lot of sambal? Like someone who feeds a village. Or people who are revenge because yesterday did not get his flagship sambal in several eating sessions.

While the father began to leave the two women who were still struggling with the kitchen.

"Mom, lots of bangeeeet sambalnya!" Rindi while showing the results of his father's work.

"Fear no more he said." Mother shifted a little to make room for Dira who was ready to saute the sauce.

The cooking show continued with only two female personnel. After some time, their dishes were available at the dinner table.

“Dir, wake your husband!” Mother who looked towards Rindi.

“Iya bu.” Start moving away from her room. In her footsteps, her brain was made to work on how to wake her husband.

What words will he say first to get rid of awkwardness after last night's incident.

What's on Linggar's mind right now?

his mind flew back to last night.

His conversation with his brother left a tightness in the chest.

Had there been no demand from a Reno for his household, it would have been fine.

He and Linggar will face the lives of their hired newlyweds. Or maybe right now, it's more

choosing to lie down near her husband while joking and laughing instead of going into the kitchen helps the mother prepare breakfast.

The number of thoughts is not comparable to the steps that must be taken from the kitchen to his room.

He still has to find a solution to all the problems that his brother has given him.

Silence was fixated on the front door of the room with a view towards her feet on her feet. Even to enter his own room felt doubtful in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, pausing hoping to fill the brain with a little oxygen. Breathe slowly, hopefully able to stretch the chest that feels a little tight.

I don't know why just to press the door feels heavy.

The head bends intending to peek first before going inside. The sound of the door that was triggered was enough to awaken someone from the imagination that had floated.

Linggar had woken up from his sleep. It had even been sitting leaning against the headbed staring at him.

“Sister on call breakfast equals mom.” He is no longer able to hide himself.

“Hemm,” His irritated feelings still exist on Rindi. He turned his face away from looking at his wife.

But I can't. Rindi's charms continue to tease her.

Until he looked back at Rindi who was still staring at him in the doorway. Their eyes meet again, making the woman feel the wrong behavior of choosing to smile disguising nervousness.

Linggar did not return only a gaze that was still at home towards his wife, the annoyance was still there.

“I wait at the dinner table yah!” No need to wait for a reply, because the door immediately he closed and passed.

Leaving the Linggar back to thaw.

Start rising from the bed, cleaning up the remnants of drowsiness that is still rampant. If this were his house, then,

he could be sure he was still rolling under the blanket.

Whatever he had to keep getting up from there.In this house he still feels very foreign. Moreover, there are still many families who are ready to assess their attitudes and behavior.

Join some families at the dinner table. In some places there are still some men who are still in dreamland.

Some sleep on the sofa, some sleep only with a blanket in front of the television. They were the people he had been chatting with before he finally entered Rindi's room.

Well, apparently it's true they probably stayed up till dawn.

Sitting in one of the chairs right next to his wife. There, it is still dominated by women, because the men are still asleep, yes it was.

Pc, if only he could choose, maybe he also wanted to go back to the room and relax.

"His new bride is very lethargic!" Speech from over there table.

A woman who may be her sister's age is feeding food to a toddler boy sitting next to her, maybe her mother.

Uh, not anymore. Because the toddler was up and running following another toddler who was playing the plane.

"What time is it in the room?" A woman who is almost her age. He remembered this woman who delivered coffee last night to the man who was gathering in the living room including himself.

He has not been too sorry with the names of Rindi's family. But salute with the spirit of all these families in the conduct of his impromptu marriage with RIndi.

"Two dozen hours through aunt." With a smile on his face.

"You're staying up late?"

Well, this one he knows. His father-in-law.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Capek is om, but it's so exciting to forget time."It is not his sleepiness that is a problem, but wants to be with RIndi who he keeps thinking about while being with others.

Apesnya, he was rejected by his wife when he entered the room, heh.

"Ckckckc, you young man." Father began his meal, of course, did not forget the sambal terasi that he had racik himself.

"Abis eat, you fall asleep again."

"Yes, thank you." Traces of his father-in-law.

"You call your father-in-law?" That woman.

"Hehehe, forgot auntie. Not used to it either."

"If his sons are dead, call him father. So you should call me father." Still from the woman.

"Hehehe, yes aunt."

"Ba-pak," he said a little hesitantly.

To Be Continued!

Sorry, can't yet double up the episode!