Tsunami Wedding
7. Are you happy, Colored?

'Are you happy, Colored?'

The question kept ringing in Khadijah's ears to the point that he daydreamed of his fate. Should he answer if he is happy?

"Welcome!" Call Mr. Rojali disperse the Khadijah reverie.

"Astaghfirullah, Abah just makes a shock."

"Abah's answer is, aren't you happy?"

"It can be seen from the body of the colonized now. A happy sign!" Khadijah made his mother chuckle.

"Ah, yes ... You are so fat, Jah? Don't get fat, Malik's gonna be another lyric."

"Sme!" Snapping Mr. Rojali made Ms. Maimunah become aware of the words he said just now. "Don't you listen to your mother's words, if your husband is a pity he won't turn anywhere." Continue Mr. Rojali while stroking his daughter's head.

"Sorry mom, Jah."

"No pa-pa, Mom. Sejah so thought to diet, later colonized searching on the internet 'is the ritual."

"No need to force it, Jah. You were beautiful from the past, Mother's child's flower village, anyone who saw it must immediately fall in love."

"What the hell, Mom."

Shortly after the Khadijah children came home from school, they immediately embraced their grandmother and grandfather so they knew they were coming home.

"grandmother ... Grandpa ..."

"Well Grandma's granddaughter is the same Grandpa's already on big!"

"Hafiz, you're fertile, son ..."

"Ah, Grandma ... Come around byebelin. Bring by-by the cake, or what cake ..." Pissed Hafiz.

Riska chuckles, "That Betul, Grandma ... Bring it by you?"

Ma'am Maimunah smiled, "Grandmother only brought dodol, but this is the taste of potatoes. Wouldn't you?"

Hafiz and Riska looked at each other, "Dodol potato?"

"Yes, it tastes good. Let Grandma get it for a minute."

Being engrossed in telling me suddenly Malik came home from work, his clothes looked very dirty full of mud. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, habis perang dimana, Lik?"

"Just now."

"Kok Sejah didn't tell Malik?"

"Dijah also does not know, we want to surprise Riska."

"Riscus?"

"Did you forget your daughter's birthday the day after tomorrow?"

"Geez!" Malik patted his eel, he had completely forgotten. How can I remember, if my mind is filled with Lily. Even he had planned to take Lily by the road tomorrow, but how could he take her away if there was a policeman at home guarding twenty-four hours.

"You must have forgotten yo? Don't be cool looking for work, until you forget the same birthday girl (alone)."

Malik scratched his non-itchy nape, "Not forgetting, Bah. Malik's already planning on taking Riska to town."

"Ah, really? Surely Abah's granddaughter is happy to be taken to a cold market."

"Mall, Bah ..."

"It's Abah's love, why protest anyway?"

Malik sighed, he smiled wryly at this moment. Then he went into the room after leaving. Ms. Maimunah patted her husband's back, "Don't be hard nian same son-in-law, it's Abah's own ponakan loh."

"Well, ma'am ... Abah is still upset with Malik."

"Only three years ago?"

"Yes, even though his wife was his cousin, when he was a traitor."

"What matters now is that he repents, Bah. Let's just pray their households get along to old."

"Are we wrong to marry them?"

"Hush! Can't say that."

"Yes already, Abah is hungry ..."

"Wait for Malik to come out, we'll eat together."

While in Malik's room he had just finished bathing, he wrapped a towel around his waist while picking up a shirt. Shortly after, the door opened. Apparently Khadijah who entered, she did not know her husband had come home since.