Wife To Alan
Husband Friend

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"Who are we going to the cafe to do?"

"Seek for a donation, Yank."

Upset by Alan's reply, Inanti hits her husband's shoulder. "Basic of makelin."

"I know I'm really good at it" Alan said, giggling.

And it was seen by some junior college students who knew Alan as a cold and heartless man. For the first time they saw Alan smiling, even laughing.

The students said to each other,

"So good-looking Alan."

"It used to be pretty, let alone that kind of smile."

"Kok he want to turn back the same bini that makes him embarrassed?"

"It's okay, Alan wants to reverse the same bini that."

"Wahhh, handsome if you laugh. That's how to use the pellet what ya nyampe Kak Alan balikan continues to often smile the same laugh? Very bucin."

"She's carrying her daughter too. How do you want it?"

And Inanti realized as well as heard that sentence. Which made him breath out. 

Alan noticed, he was embracing his wife's waist with another hand holding Nadia's pengais.

"You want a mercon meatball?" Alan's question melted the atmosphere.

"Emang's in the caffe?"

"Well, you've never been to this caffe, Yank?"

"No," said Inanti sitting on the chair that Alan pulled.

"Masa? Duhhh, my wife Mas Alan don't know this place. Still in the campus."

"Faraway people, Mas. The road also cape tau."

"It's as if there's a contemporary cafe on campus."

"Yes, what a house, eat hard, especially to the caffeine caffeine begin. The snack here is the same as I am taking money to eat a week," muttered Inanti saw the menu list in front of earlier. 

Alan even put on a rancid face. "Well, you've never been this way, Yank. Eat abisin my money, want cilok caffe, meatball caffe, caffe pentol sampe caffe rujak I also participate for you. What a hell, Yank. Especially if you get pregnant again, cravings again continue to want even the head of the president I can."

Inanti chose not to discuss it, let alone have a waiter come to offer an order.

"What do you want to order, ma'am?"

"You need the same meatballs as a chicken, Ma'am."

"Well, what do you want to order?"

Instantly Inanti's face was speechless, herself called Mother, while Alan was called Brother.

"Just be with my wife."

"Good, Brother."

As the waiter left, Inanti and Alan looked at each other. "Let's take care of him, tell Karl."

"How's sin?" Inanti. "You want to fire him? Or tell Karl to get him out? Me, Mas, don't do anything."

"I don't like seeing people not seeing you like me."

"Later bucin all dong if they are the same as you," chirped Inanti playing tissue in front of him.

"Yank."

"So, Mas? I'm not papa."

"Your face is sad."

"Spechless me," muttered Inanti. "Of course, the Prophet Muhammad was a lot of hate, many throw slander and hurtful things. We are ordinary humans, right? There is no end if you are that julid. We have to make things easier for people, then God loves the same way. Maybe the waiter's at work, when do you want to fire?"

Alan was silent for a while, then said instantly, "Oh my God, whose bini is this huh? De loi, De, Mom gorgeous, pretty heart sam face. Aduhaiii, is it really the same Papa who is complete?"

And that's when Nadia came back farting.

Pyuuuuutttttttttt!

 Which made some people there look towards them. Alan who was shocked looked at Nadia. "Dede, is that it? Usually a cry? They thought Papa loh was enthralling."

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"Mas…. Satisfied..," said Inanti turned to Alan who was driving. "Bone yukkk.."

"Well, wedding." 

Alan quiet.

"On that one, Mom."

"I don't smile, I don't hug you, I don't kiss you either. Don't want to put that picture on ah!"

Inanti held back a laugh, "Who told you to do it. People yes if the wedding is hugged, kissed, smile, not a frown, like married just as cute. Do I look like a bully, do I?"

"It's not like that.." Alan said beginning to lose his clumsiness. "I have to talk about it again, Yank."

"Why not? Memories are that."

"Where there is, it should not. No rowdy, I think this should."

Alan's words were increasingly unclear and careless.

"What the hell are you, Mom?" Inanti asks teasingly.

And Alan knows it. "Likes? Gemeshh, did you seduce me, Yank?"

"Eneg, right? Sebel, right? That's what I'm afraid of if you hide my pants I know."

Unexpectedly, Alan laughed instead. "Yes different dong, Yank. I hid your pants for your happiness, too."

"Basic streeeess!"

"Ha ha ha." Alan laughed out loud. "Partially, Yank, I can't stand your body goals."

"Body goals from where! My guy's short!"

"Well that's it, the short guy's good. In Sundanese terms, the short man mah pollen. It's delicious how it is, let alone one that's kind of filled with your kayak."

"You think I'm fat?"

"Yes, enen her doang but."

"Mas!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Until they finally arrive at the photo studio that Alan hired for the shoot, the car stops. Alan always held Inanti's hand when entering.

"Master Praja Diwangsa?"

"Yes" replied Alan coldly.

"Silahka went up to the second floor, sir. Everything is ready."

Alan again clasped his wife's hand towards the second floor. And how surprised Inanti, there has been provided a variety of themes.

"Mr Praja Diwangsa, can we start now?"

"Attent."

"Good, Sir. If you are ready to tell me," said the photographer back decorating there.

"Yank, I go to the toilet first. Wanna come?"

"Oh ogah."

"I'm Sun here."

"There's people, Mas."

"Jawil, just get on his chin, get soft."

Inanti clucked resentfully at Alan's departure. He waited while sitting there. 

While waiting, Inanti heard a commotion downstairs.

"I've ordered, who rented this place?!"

"Sorry, Ma'am. I'll give it all back."

"I don't need the money! But commitment!"

And when Inanti heard people going up the stairs, she was was.

And not long after, "Oh…. You're renting all the studios here?"

When Inanti looked, she was shocked. It was Delisa, who made her hug her baby even tighter.

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TBC.