Waiting for a Girl
Part 71 ~An Awaiting A Girl~
Fisha told her son not to stick together with his uncle, because the uncle already belongs to people. Definitely not good in the position of Vieara whose attention must be shared, although it looks ordinary, but try to understand a little.
"We went home, brother," said the couple. Fisha smiled and nodded.
"Unty, unty dear ndak cama Ejal?" ask Ezar suddenly to Vieara.
Vieara and Ataar looked at each other and looked at Ezar.
"According to Ezar, is unty dear not the same as Ezar?" ask Ara back.
"I don't know, unty," the boy replied. "Ata umi, Ejal ndak boyeh cama you guys transparent, acute disturb unty cama cnle."
Ara chuckles, it turns out that her brother-in-law is understanding and not happy, even though he is happy with Ezar. Ezar is also a boy who is not fussy according to Ara.
Ataar and Ara were officially married 3 months ago.
"Yes, you can't disturb the same cnle unty," said Ataar so Ezar looked at him confused.
"Why?" ask Ezar.
"Yes, you want to make a friend for Ezar," replied Ataar so that he got a small pinch from Ara.
"Please tell her, Ezar the little boy," Ara chirped to her husband.
"Cala make friends ta manya?" ask Ezar. "Ejal au's coming with ong."
They both chose silence, if they continued to answer Ezar's question which was beyond reason, it would be longer.
When they got home, Ezar ran towards the grandma Aisha who was at the door. Ezar and Fisha move into her parents' house, because she doesn't want to live in her in-laws' house where there is no husband.
Although forbidden to move, Fisha pleaded with her parents, so inevitably her two in-laws agreed.
"Grandmother grandma," cried Aisha grasping the body of her grandson.
"Ndma, ndma know ndk? Ezal bis etemu abi."
Aisha nodded and brought her granddaughter into the house, not forgetting to call her daughter-in-law.
"Acian abi ndma, he must be eljal so bobo iyus in the house of akit. emi beyi nennya Ejal, abi ayus eljal."
Aisha kissed the head of her grandson, not knowing what to say to him.
"Ndma, Antuk Ejal. Come on, bobo" said the boy. Aisha took Ezar to her room.
"Ndma, Ejal will want bobo cama umi and abi."
Aisha nodded. "Jaudah, Ezar bobo is the same grandma and grandpa, huh?"
Ezar nodded, he fixed his sleeping position then started to close his eyes. Aisha looked at Ezar's cute face. He hopes his son-in-law will soon come to his senses and see Ezar grow up.
"Ara, wait," said Ataar.
"You are old" said Ara stopping on the steps as her husband bent his lips.
Arriving in the room, Ataar hugged his wife tightly on the bed.
"Ataar do not tightly dong curl it," said Ara.
"Gue kangen, Ra."
"Good people, meet every day."
"The play." Ataar. "Let's play."
"Main what?" ask Ara not understand.
"I'm not sensitive, we played it last Friday."
"Main what? I swear I don't know what you mean. We play, play ludo, play three demensi."
"How did you even dismantle that one? I'll be ready for it."
"Aren't you right? You often make sure I play that."
"Ara, want that."
"ih, speaking clearly Ataar. Is there another game?"
Ara beroh's. "It's a good knock, that's obvious."
"How do you want to?" ask Ataar.
Ara nodded. "You deserve to be, really."
Ataar went up to his wife, kissing her little lips. Ataar is spoiled and will fashion a cat when together with Ara, different during romance with his wife and with his friend.
Ara brushed off Ataar's hand that was clutching his fingers. He moved his hand around Ataar's neck.
Ataar let go of his kiss and kissed Ara's neck.
When their clothes were both released, Ataar also started making friends for Ezar.
An hour after the love affair, Ataar came down with wet hair to get his wife breakfast, there was no way Ara who came down with the bite marks of Ataar that was clearly fixed on her neck. Some women don't want to go anywhere. Usually he is eager to help his in-laws cook, but at this time he is lazy. I don't know why.
"Where is your wife, Taar?" ask Altar.
Ataar who was focused on taking the side dish on the table just turned to look toward uminya.
"Sleep, pah."
"Tumben's sleeping fast, he's not sick?" ask Altar.
Ataar. "No, reward."
Aisha stomped on the foot of the Altar to be sensitive. He encoded into the neck of the Altar which looked flushed.
Altar coughs when conscious. This way he won't wonder what makes it difficult for his son to find the reason.
"Judah, you eat on your own, your wife's lesbians, if you live alone." Aisha gave the side dishes and rice to Ataar's plate more.
Ataar smiled then nodded, he went from there back to the room.
In his wife's room again in bed sleeping. She didn't lie to her father that Ara was sleeping, because Ara was sleeping when she left.
"Ara," call Ataar pat Ara on the cheek. Ara who felt Ataar's clap immediately opened her eyes.
"Order."
"Let's get up, we'll eat."
Ara immediately sat on the spot, she pulled out a blanket to cover her body.
Ataar gave the food plate to Ara. If you think, Ataar will feed Ara, you are wrong. Ara who always fed Ataar like a boy.
Ara cut the meat on the plate and held out a spoonful of food to Ataar's mouth.
Ataar chewed on it and smiled sweetly at Ara. Compared to Ezar, according to Ara Ezar was slightly older than her husband.
The woman also feeds herself. Ataar who saw his wife's lips filled with soy sauce, he wiped it with his fingers.
"Ataar, try eating by yourself. And you bribed me, I was lazy. Squeezy." Ara kept the plate on the thigh of her husband who was chewing food.
"What's that?"
"You eat by yourself first."
"Aren't you papa?" ask Ataar worriedly.
Ara cleared her throat, she was actually sleepy.
"Well, I'm the bribe."
Ara opened her mouth slightly in the moment Ataar gave her a bribe.
"Just this time, I took your bribe. In fact, it should be the wife who is usually in bribes. You see umi and what. Daddy used to bribe mommy."
Ataar fell silent, and only nodded. "Tomorrow I'll feed you to eat!"
Ara chuckles. "Every day you make great promises."
"This time no, Ara. I'm real."
Ara could only nod in resignation, rather than coaxing the man who was lashing out. That's what used to be raw, now bucin is not stoked. Author mah said, eat your own spit.