Triplets' Last Mission.
Banana Grab Candidates
"It's still far away from the market? I'm tired of walking, sir," complained Puspa. He could no longer continue his path, because
"Don't complain! I hate women who complain!" chen Sulut.
"But I'm neither Ayesha nor Gwen. How can I compare to them, sir? You are so cruel_" Puspa began to cry.
Chen sped up his pace and Puspa followed. Soon, they arrived at a traditional market in the suburbs. Because, Mr. Wang did ask them to get to the outskirts of the City.
Leaving behind the story of Puspa and Chen who were busy searching for the golden star Mr. Wang, at the husband's house, Gwen's prime minister served her husband by being done alone.
"Actually .. I've measured, uh the water. And in my memory, it's not much. But it turned out to be mostly, and became like porridge. I'm sorry, Mas-" said Gwen.
Agam defended the very head of the wife gently. Not forgetting the warm smile on his lips.
"It's okay. It can still be eaten. But next time, so the dose you used before, should be reduced a little," said Agam still caressing his wife's head. "What are you cooking, Dek?" tanyakanya.
"Um, don't eat it. How about Mas Agam eat vegetables from pesantren only?" Gwen became insecure because of the rice incident.
"I don't care because this time it's time for someone else" he added.
"Mas is no one else. This is your husband, Dek!" agam's words really made Gwen remember her father. "Why don't you trust yourself? Delicious or unwilling .. Mas still want to eat, really. Come on, make it, Mas!" continued.
Slowly, Gwen served her homemade yellow gravy vegetables into the porridge-like rice bowl. Hope the food won't disappoint.
"If it's not good to eat, don't mop up, huh? No need to continue so no papa, really," Gwen still hesitated.
"Whatever you're cooking, while it's still edible, why throw it away? You've been working hard, Dek. I ate first, yes ...," that time, Agam stroked Gwen's cheek tenderly.
With an anxious tone, Gwen saw her husband eating quietly. Then Gwen asked, "What's it like? Shrimp if not delicious. I'll prepare breakfast Mas from the boarding school,"
"It's still edible, really," replied Agam nodding while taking the chili that Gwen made as well. "Em, salt is cheap, huh?" goda Agam's.
"It can still be eaten? Salt is cheap?" avail. Gwen thought. "Well, salinity! Aaa ... Don't eat it if it's not tasty-" Gwen held Agam's hand to take the sambal for the second time,
"MasyaAllah, the sauce is good even though the vegetables you make are salty, but can still be eaten, really. Thanks for the effort, yes. Do not stop to learn again, later in the night, Mas will teach you to cook, we cook together," said Agam stroked Gwen's cheek gently.
Although Agam's hands are often used rough work, when he touches Gwen's cheeks, he feels the same tenderness when her father caresses her. Suddenly, Gwen's tears came.
"Well, howdy, cry? There's a word Mas said that offends you, huh, Dek?" tanya Agam put down his spoon, then clasped his wife's hand.
Gwen shook her head, let go of Agam's hand, then hugged her husband tightly. "I've never been praised, I haven't even been talked to this smooth, except with my father. I miss him, Mas, hua…."
That hug, made Agam a little surprised. He is not used to being hugged by Gwen even though she is his wife. Stroking, touching his cheeks and hands were still trembling, let alone in his embrace. But, Agam tries to accept Gwen's embrace by returning her embrace.
"You miss Dad? How about we go play there tomorrow? All right, Mas want to send seedlings to the pesantren," proposed Agam.
"Seriously? Not that newlyweds can't travel or go home for up to 40 days, huh?"
"Em, how, huh? If you have doubts, yes do not first papa, then we will call, how?" Agam is still trying to comfort his wife so as not to grieve.
"Eh, what is this?" said Gwen saw her phone that had a notification. "Well, did Mas Tama send me money?" he muttered by showing his nominal to Agam.
"God, thank God, there are so many. Who is this Mas Tama?" ask Agam.
"He's a cousin too. Yesterday when we got married, it didn't seem to have come yet. But, all my cousins, every month always love money after they have a job," said Gwen honestly.
"But I'm married, can I still take money from them, Mom? Or I'll just give it back, okay? I don't feel good either Mas Agam" he added.
"If it is returned, will you not be disappointed? Just accept it, Papa, really. After all, it was from my own brother, why did Mas have to feel anything?" gadol finished his breakfast.
When Gwen was about to wash the dishes, Agam asked her to take a bath first. That morning Agam wanted to take Gwen shopping to the market and take her for a real walk.
When Gwen took a bath, someone knocked on her door and said hello. A young woman who is none other than a woman who had been the future wife of Agam three years ago.
"Assalamu'alaikum" hail Syifa. Name of the female ex-wife Agam.
"Wa'alaikumsallam, wait a minute!" Agam who did not know who came, rushed to wash his dishes and immediately opened the door.
Clamps!
The door was opened and Agam was surprised to see who was coming. "Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, Dek Syifa?"
"What do you need, huh? You came here?" tanya Agam has not allowed Syifa to enter.
"Kok, you? It is also called the Dek, Ustadz," Syifa protest.
"Actually, I-"
Not yet Agam was about to explain that he was married, Syifa had interrupted him by just playing in the private house of Agam.
"Well, that hasn't changed much, has it? It is still the same as three years ago, when our family was talking about our wedding, Ustadz" Syifa said, circling the living room.
"There will be a time when that change will happen. I'm going to show you a wedding photo in the area here, "gam on the blank wall above the small drawer, you know, by imagining how sweet Gwen's smile is when she opens the veil when the ijab is over.
"What's? Why is it that after three years, Ustadz Agam is so outspoken, even willing to put on a picture of our wedding that hasn't happened yet?" inner Syifa blushed. "I'm really very lost, why three years ago, I chose to go reject the match," he continued in his heart.
"Ustadz, about our matchmaking ... three years ago, is it still possible to continue?" asked Syifa to vent.
From behind the curtains, Gwen peeked. Luckily, Agam has explained that he also had a wife candidate chosen by his mother three years ago. However, the marriage was suddenly not accomplished, because Syifa fled right on the day of her jib.
"Huh, just look! I'll prove who, Gwen Kalina Lim really is. The Mafia Queen ... Eits, wrong dialogue. I mean, Agam Fauzan's queen, uh, Fauzi or Fauzan, huh? I forgot, um!" gerutu Gwen from behind the curtains.
"Ah, I'm wearing clothes first, after this action against my banana wrestler!" she immediately went to the room to change her clothes.
What would Gwen do?