Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 328
The invited guests took turns to shake hands with Sifa and Abash. They approach the newly engaged couple one by one to shake hands, where Abash and Sifa are standing with their parents and other relatives. They seem to be talking and laughing.
Indeed, the engagement of Abash and Sifa did not invite many people, but still the attendance exceeded their estimates. Not to mention, Abash deliberately invited all his employees to attend, so they knew if Sifa was currently the man's fiancee. So, there was no chance for Bimo or anyone who dared to approach Sifa anymore.
"Mass? Them?" whispered Sifa, when she saw the brother of her late father came to the event of her engagement party with Abash.
It was seen they were greeting the invited guests present, as if they were the hosts at the event. They greeted anyone, while walking towards the direction Sifa and Abash were.
"Yes, I deliberately invited them to come here," abash said and smiled cynically to see the Sifa brothers who seemed to smile broadly and pretentiously conversing with Mami Vina and Papi Vano who were not far from them at this time. In fact, some claim that he always helps Sifa and the grandmother, when they are in trouble.
Cih, is that right?
It was not that Sifa's parents were scavengers, and the Grandmother who cared for Sifa was not their biological grandmother, but rather Sifa's adoptive parents. Hence the relatives of Sifa's father's family were reluctant to help Sifa in their time of distress. Fortunately there was someone who helped them and found a small house that could be occupied. A place where they can shelter from the rain and heat, cover their hunger and relieve their fatigue. Sleep soundly, even though there are small holes in some of the tiles, making the wind enter from between the small holes bring the cold of the night. And also, where when the rain arrives, will fall raindrops from there, so that the grandmother must be on guard, so, so that Sifa can sleep soundly without having to wet the raindrops. The house was their only place of refuge. A place full of memories for Sifa and the grandmother. But, the place was when it was destroyed because of the *****pocket that occurred at that time of night.
Thanks to the disaster, Sifa was able to stay in the apartment and increasingly with Abash. Perhaps this is what the writing of destiny from God says, where every disaster, there must be a blessing and blessing in it. The most important thing is only one, which is to be patient and still prostrate to the creator.
"Why did you invite them?" Sifa asked like that, because she felt confused, what purpose and plan Abash invited them all. Abash knew that Sifa had never been considered by her relatives. And also, Sifa did not want to meet all of them, because the pain in her heart was still burning.
Is it natural for Sifa to be hurt? But he was never considered in the past? After all, Sifa was only an ordinary human who could definitely be injured as well.
"Let them know who you are now" whispered Abash. "And also, let them regret what they did in the past" Abash said, smiling at Sifa.
"I mean, Mas?" sifa asked with a shriveled forehead.
Abash was really nauseous when he heard his pakde Sifa say that he used to hold Sifa and feed her. The middle-aged man was currently talking to Mama Kesya and Papa Arka. In fact, without feeling awkward, Pakde said that Sifa often fell asleep in her carrier.
"really?" abash asked with a slanted smile, making Pakde turn towards him.
"Yes, Son. Sifa it was---"
"If Pakde likes to feed Sifa first, what is Sifa's favorite food?" cut Abash fast. It feels really lazy to hear Pakde's bullshit.
The man deliberately asked with an easy question, only to lure as close as what his pack Sifa was to his future wife. If such a simple question cannot be answered, then do they not seem to be bragging right now?
"Oh, Sifa's favorite food?" pakde said and glanced at bukde, as well as his other children and brothers.
They were also seen talking through the eyes, where one by one gave the food code what if Sifa liked.
"How, Pakde? What is Sifa's favorite food?" abash asked again with a slanted smile. "Did Pakde know what Sifa's favorite food was? Or didn't? Or have you forgotten?" lure Abash again, this time there was no smile on the man's face.
Mama Kesya and Papa Arka deliberately let Abash vent his frustration. Abash's purpose in inviting Sifa's relatives was not to humiliate them, but to show him who Sifa was now. But, seeing how they indulged if Sifa could be like now thanks to their help, made Mama Kesya, Papa Arka, Abash, and the others feel furious.
"Duh, her future husband Sifa. Of course Pakde knows what Sifa's favorite food," Pakde kekeh. "This fifa he does not like to choose food, what is loved, he will definitely eat," said Pakde still with a familiar laugh.
"Sifa likes fried rice made by Bukde, every morning Sifa always ask masakin fried rice with bukde," Bukde replied quickly and proudly. "Yes Sifa" Bukde said, giving a slightly intimidating look.
Sifa was silent. He did not answer or respond to Bukde's words. Sifa also wanted to see, the extent to which they dared to lie. Although actually in the heart of Sifa was already furious and his heart was also hurt again.
"Yes, really, Sifa likes fried rice, too" said his other cousins.
Fried rice is their choice. Who does not like food made of rice and stirred with sambal, or chili and fried onions mixed with soy sauce. Everyone loves that food, right? Food that can be sure will be served on the table every morning. That's also if his mother is not lazy to cook. he. he. he..
"Oh, fried rice, huh?" lirih Abash nodded her head.
"About when did Sifa eat Bukde's fried rice?" abash asked with a thin and friendly smile.
The smile also made Sifa's other cousins become interested, so they had not stopped blinking to look at Abash's handsome face. Not a good-looking smile, how about a smile, right? It will surely make anyone tick.
"Emm, last time Sifa ate Bukde's fried rice, huh?" lirih Bukde was nervous. "That's it, when Sifa was in junior high school," he replied quickly.
"Owh, really?" abash asked Bukde and Pakde.
"Yes, you asked for my cow's eye. Because we are so familiar, I always give my telor to you" said the bukde child.
"Wow, very kind of you," Abash said with a smile.
"We are brothers, so we have to share with each other" replied the bukde boy with a shy smile when stared at by Abash.
Already fed up with the lies created by Sifa's relatives, Abash ended the stale base.
"Honey, do you really like Bukde's fried rice?" abash asked Sifa with a wide and gentle smile. "Don't you like to eat rice?"
"You know, if I can't eat rice, how can I eat fried rice?" sifa replied and smiled at Abash.
"Sifa, don't lie to you. You used to love my mom's fried rice. Even you used to like to ask for my cow's eye eggs," said the bukde boy did not accept when Sifa said if he never ate rice.
Yes, in fact Sifa did not eat rice from the age of six months. Remember, if Sifa first fed the team porridge? Or rice made into baby porridge? Sifa immediately got sick and vomited, for that, Sifa at the age of six months, only ate the pureed banana.
"Yes, you're right. I did ask for your cow's eyes. At that time I was only five years old" Sifa said in a cold tone. "I still remember very much, because at that time bukde and pakde kicked me out of the house, because my body stinks with garbage," said Sifa while holding her hand tightly.
"And you, you never split a piece of eggs for me. You even chose to throw it on the ground and give it to the chicken. You said the food was more appropriate to be eaten by chickens, not me" continued Sifa holding back her tears that were about to come out.
"Sifa, you don't lie. How could a five-year-old remember that?" bentak Bukde's.
"If I lie, can Bukde speak honestly? Where was Bukde when my grandmother and I were starving? Where are you all?" sifa asked with tears falling down her cheeks.