Wedding of Yuk Ma'am?!
chapter 36

"Mister Nina!"

"Well, after we get married, will Nina continue to visit Ozan's grave?" Ozil asked as he spent time on pilgrimage at his brother's grave Thursday afternoon.

"Yes, I still want Zidan to know who his father is, and his obligations as a child. Praying and pilgrimages to the tomb of his father, Oz." Bright Nina while plucking the grass around the navel of her ex-husband.

Zidan also helped pluck the grass between Nina and Ozil.

"You don't mind, do you?"

Ozil shakes. "No mbak. I'm happy, but, is it my heart that there's still Ozan?"

Nina's hand movements came to a halt and sighed later.

"If you can be honest, there's room for Ozan, Ozan. In this heart, it's still hard to forget, or get rid of Ozan." Nina then continued to pull the grass and clean the Ozan navel. "Sorry, Oz."

Although painful, but, Ozil still tried to smile.

That night, Nina decides to stay at Mr. Bahdim's house. The rain fell hard enough to force Nina to stay the night. After all, Mr. Bahdim and Ana's mother forbade Nina to come home. It is too dangerous to drive on a rainy night.

The night was getting late, Nina did not close the door of her room because from earlier, Zidan just went in and out of Nina's room. Even the three-year-old boy chose soundly in Ozil's room. Zidan still uses Pampers and is full enough, Ozil goes to Nina's room to pick up a new diaper. With a slow move to keep Nina undisturbed, Ozil went into the room. Taking a diaper and turning around occasionally ensured that Nina did not wake up.

When he was about to get out. Ozil's move stopped. Then looked at Nina who was still slumbering under the blanket.

"Mother Nina." Lirih Ozil stared fixedly at Nina's beautiful face.

"Don't forget when we first met?" Lirih Ozil kept staring at Nina. "We are both victims of child abduction. Did you forget when we ran away and found the people?"

Ozil extended his hand. Putting the child's hair behind Nina's ear. Ozil swallowed his saliva, slowly approached and was about to kiss the cheek of the woman who was soon to be his wife. But stopped just a few inches before his lips touched Nina's cheek. Then straighten his back.

"I love Nina. A good weight huh? I'll be patient until it's time for you to sleep next to me."

After whispering that, Ozil passed from Nina's room with a smile etched on her face.

The next day, Mr. Bahdim who had just returned home was farming for breakfast. Difficulty taking off the shirt.

"Look! Buk!"

"What's up, sir?" Ms. Ana came over with a plate of rice and her side dish for breakfast.

"It's hard to get this buk off her." Complain Mr. Bahdim while raising his hand, trying to take off the shirt attached to his body.

"Geez sir, so, this is a body do not kegedean. So hard, right?" Bu ana grumbled. But still trying to help the husband take off his shirt.

"It's because my mother made it too." Mumbled, Mr. Bahdim did not want to lose.

"Come to mother?"

Because it is still difficult to take off the shirt, and Mr. Bahdim is exhausted because the hands are frankly upwards.

"Get into that chair buk."

Mr. Bahdim moved crouching in front of the chair. While Ozil and Nina only smile to see the elderly couple work together to remove the shirt from the body of Mr. Bahdim.

"What Zil? Whinygag!" Omel bahdim sir after the sweatshirt escaped his body.

"At childhood, his body was full, Ozil's cake." Ozil sneers.

"Ck. You haven't done anything yet, Zil. Tomorrow if you're married, you'll be upset with your father."

"No, sir, I'm going to exercise diligently." Resist Ozil bribing a fried banana made by Nina into his mouth.

"Hmmm, don't believe you." Mr. Bahdim throttled. "This father's body was also like yours, so your mother is smitten with the father. But, abis makarah pak continues to be fed with your mother until the stomach so kek gini gini."

"God, I'm fasting." Bu ana pretended to take another breakfast that she prepared for her husband.

"Eeh, do not buk, which makes this fat stomach is not just food from mother." Mr. Bahdim shaved his wife's chin."because my mother loved the others too."

Bu ana shook her head with a slightly blushed face as well as a timid smile on her face.

"It's ah, this guy. You want to cook me." Mumbles Bu Ana and then goes into the house.

Nina and Ozil in a small laugh saw the behavior of the old man in front of him.

"Sir, Nina if we're married later, my stomach continues to be distended cake has a father mbak still want not the same Ozil?"

Nina smiled amusedly at Ozil's innocent question.

"Kok even laugh anyway mbak?"

"You're a weird thing."

Mr. Bahdim also laughed at Ozil's babbling until Zidan who was drawing near Nina was surprised.

"You remember Zil when you were fat."

"No idea, since Ozil was born, you've been fat." Answer Ozil.

"Your bus has never left my father, right up until now? It's because your mother loved you not because of the physical." Mr. chuckles.

"Udah sir, every day instead, leave father. Well, farm, to the market, now left to the kitchen."

"Yeahhh, it's different Zil!"