Wife To Alan
Season 2: Terrace
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During the trip in the mobi, Vanessa was more silent. He was sad to have to deliver Oma Asih and Aunt Metry to the airport. Though he was very happy if Oma Asih wanted to live with him in the big house.
Until finally there was a sobbing sound, Judi who drove and sat beside his wife laughed. “Yank, kok crying anyway?”
Gambling hands outstretched rubbing his wife's head. “Oma, his granddaughter crying do not want to stay.”
Oma Asih who was busy eating the combro behind was silent for a moment. “Van, really cry?”
“Hiks... hiks... hiks...”.
“Nih, cry harder and harder, Oma,” said Judi back teasing.
“Van, later on Oma will also come back here if you are pregnant.”
Then Vanessa answered in her tears. “What if I'm not pregnant? Hiks... Oma will not stay here?”
“Eh, don't do it,” says Aunt Metry keeps her pegs. “That word do’a loh, Van. You should pray to get pregnant, let Oma later nemenin you here.”
“Hiks... hiks..”.
Oma Asih nodded. “Iya. Then we can still video call, later can tell Oma if there is anything.”
“Kan different,” said Vanessa raised her tone.
“Kok nge-gas anyway? Judi, your wife has the same gas Oma.”
The gambler laughed again. “Ahahahaha, dong already, darling. There will be me, and Oma will be here again. If not on schedule, Ma, let once a month here.”
“Can tuh, as long as it is given fare,” said Oma on Judi.
“Beres is, easy same boss mah.” Then Judi again rubbed his wife's hair with one hand. “Yank, dong already. I have to be the one who nemenin.”
“And you like work. What am I doing at home?”
“Can already have a new sewing machine.”
“Did not want to play the same machine ih.. hiks... hiks....”.
The three people in the car held their laughter because Vanessa kept crying.
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“Udah do not cry, you are ugly,” said Oma Asih while rubbing Vanessa's cheek. Oma Asih gave a look at Judi to embrace his wife.
“Udah also don't cry, Van.”
“Nah tuh denger,” says Judi. “If they stay here, Aunt Metry's father dies with her husband.”
“Van,” paggil Aunt Metry. “No cuddle?”
“Tanteeeeee.” Vanessa slammed into Aunt Metry's arms.
Oma Asih who felt touched it wiped her tears, which even made Judi laugh and ask, “Oma flickering?”
“Your germs, bad boy. Here salim used to be the same Oma.”
The gambler did, although he was still a rancid, but his affection for the family was always the main number. He kissed the hand of Oma Asih then hugged her. “Oma heart yes on the road.”
“Iya, you keep your heart keep your mind maintain endurance.”
“Oma again advertising vitamin-C?”
“Tau aja,” whispered Oma Asih who still hugs her grandson. “Later pesen yes.”
“From Netherlands to Indonesia expensive in ongkir.”
“That you are rich.”
“Iya deh yes.”
Vanessa waved her hand as Oma Asih and Aunt Metry walked away until finally lost at the turn after the examination.
“Udah, Yank, don't cry.”
“I myself time at home.”
“Where from me.”
“You work often.”
Silent for a moment, he clasped his wife's shoulders while walking towards the car.
“Kan kasian husband and son Aunt Metry left mulu, Yank. Neng Toyib is not coming home. Good thing Aunty Metry brought terasi for gifts home.”
“I also become Neng Toyib every day, why don't you bring a gift?”
“You want to finish, Yank?”
“Tracked kok anyway? Tau ah,” said Vanessa walked first.
“Yank! Yank! Did Aunt Metry bring the terasi for her husband, you want? Now want to go to the market first do not buy terasi?”
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To Be Continue