CONFESSION STONED
130. In-law Cuisine

“Tadi Mas nelfon Kang Supri ngabarin if you are out of the hospital today. All news mom. Apparently, my mother is also no longer healthy... The last two days he said a lot of lying down. I instead—ask Kang Supri to anterin mom to home.” Bara turned to Sejah who was sitting on the sofa of the nursery to put his dirty clothes in slowly.

“Kang Supri said what?” tanya Sejah has not looked at Bara. He was a little upset with his eldest brother who was too excessive to humble himself. Repeatedly want to be visited to his house always throw a thousand reasons. Asked to drive his mother home, always objected. I don't know what that means.

“Said mom is okay. You take care of your health. If you want to go, tell mom. Mom wants to see her grandson.” Bara clenched his mouth. Imagining her in-laws staying at home because they want to see their children later, makes Bara's heart warm.

“We pick up Dul, Mas?” tanya Sejah's. “Dul must have done a lot of ngerepotin father and mother Mas..” said Sejah.

“Gak picked up Darling,” replied Bara. “We nginep at mom's house huh... It's the end of Sunday. I don't work.” Bara draped her backpack to her shoulder and took out a bag of freshly bagged clothes.

“Hmm?” She asked her husband half floating. He worries. Since then he had imagined being able to lie on the bedroom bed or accompany Dul to play in his room while laying down.

“Dad sent a message, he said mom cook a lot. Wait for us to have lunch together. Come..” She stretched out her hand.

She got up and went into her husband's arms. Together they went down the aisle of the hospital that they often pass.

From the opposite direction, a doctor in a green uniform commonly worn in the operating room walked in a hurry. Without wearing a mask, but Dijah soon realized it was the doctor Tini meant yesterday.

“This must have been the doctor Tini referred to yesterday Mas..” whispered Colored. “On the right side of Mas,” connect Colonized again while berdeham slowly. Bara reflex turned to the right to see the person his wife meant.

“Mata Tini know aja see that so-so yes... Danger,” Nagging Bara. “There must have been his wife,” he added again.

“I just ngasi tau aja. Can be wrong,” sahut Colored. Now she who regretted saying that to her husband. It was only ten steps away from the nursery but he had already made an uneasy atmosphere between them.

“Mistake. That must be the guy. Tini talking sideburns. That's the doctor's hooked too. The aura is similar to Heru. Basic Suketi..” Bara. He closed his mouth. He feels guilty for Tini now.

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“Not that, dad's wrong. Don't trust mom.” Bu Yanti's voice sounded from the living room.

“From yesterday there was no problem, really since mom followed all so it gets weird.” Mr. Wirya's voice sounded disquieted.

“Women are better at solving problems,” said Bu Yanti. “Cation mom same chance.”

“Ya true. Solutions in terms of words. With emotion, gesture, empathy and tone of voice. That chick. Male orientation of duties. Little talk, much action.” Mr. Wirya sounds like he doesn't want to lose.

“Mas... That's why fathers?” The colonized had been standing in front of the open door of the living room. His voice was full of worry. Seeing people fighting is common. But he didn't want to hear his in-laws fighting. Moreover, there was a Bara nearby. Her husband must be embarrassed.

“Why yes?” Bara stomped on the heels of her sneakers to remove the shoes hurriedly. “Eh let's go in,” invite Bara down to lift the Sejah flat shoes and get rid of them to the side of the door.

“Ya already, mommy first. 10 minutes, don't be long.” Mr. Wirya's voice was becoming clearer.

“Later change, if Uti can't, Akung help me.” Dul's voice was heard among Bu Yanti's grumbling.

“Again?” ask Bara. Her mother's father and Dul were sitting on the floor. Replicas of Dul's small helicopter beams look messy in the middle of them.

“Eh, nyampe already. No sound of his steps because again cool. Uh Ra, where did you buy Dul's toy? I think I need to buy you a set for training. Helicopter Dul messy not finished because mom followed.” Mr. Wirya turned to look at his wife who was researching a piece of sample drawing paper.

“Then this one is here Dul—this one is here. This time Uti must be real,” muttered Bu Yanti who had not turned to Bara and Sejah.

“Alrish... I guess what. His voice was flirting forward. I think I fought again.” Bara put his bag and backpack on the sofa.

“Not fighting. Just arguing,” errat Pak Wirya chuckles.

“Dul...” saya Colored. The boy looked up and realized his mother's presence. Though he missed Dijah, but his preoccupation with playing and mediating Pak Wirya and Bu Yanti shifted his mind.

“There's mom,” says Dul.

Bu Yanti looked up, “Eh, already nyampe. Let's eat first. Mom's cooking. Although not entirely the mother who cooks, but yes still the mother who cooks.” Bu Yanti stood up slowly holding her knees.

“It's okay to be there. Do not pack Akung, Uti time is not finished,” said Bu Yanti when standing. “You too let's go back, eat. From now on it has been playing,” said Bu Yanti flicked her hand towards Dul to ask the boy to immediately stand following him.

“Eat—eat—eat..” exclaim Mr. Wirya pull up the chair where he used to sit.

“I want fried chicken that was,” said Dul to Bu Yanti who stood thrusting dishes at him.

“OK, fried chicken.” Bu Yanti scooped two rice cobs and lifted a piece of chicken thigh to Dul's plate. “Fried chicken father?” mama asked, looking at her husband.

“Father of your husband Ma'am, not fried chicken.” Mr. Wirya widened his smile and raised an eyebrow looking at Bu Yanti. The woman immediately sighed.

Bara shifted a chair slowly as his wife's seat. They are like strangers now.

Bu Yanti is still standing with Mr. Wirya and Dul. The woman then pulls the chair in the middle of her husband and Dul while taking her own plate.

“Bu, Mas not asked what to eat?” tanya Bara looked at her mother.

Hearing Bara's words, Sejah took a plate and placed it in front of her husband. Seized spoon the rice to the plate and scoop it as usual.

“This Mas...” says Colored.

“I only awakened Jah's father and mother... We're like strangers here,” Bara said.

“Mas ‘kan already have wife. Colored also must be kangen ngadepin her fussy husband.” Bu Yanti sat down then took Dul's spoon and collected the boy's rice into the middle of the plate. “Nah, continue again..” said Bu Yanti.

She looked back at her mother. He sees his mother treating Dul exactly as she used to.

“Eat a lot Dul... Let's get big fast like Bara's dad. Said Bara's father was cool..” said Mr. Wirya.

“Iya, fast the size. Eh diligently studied it too. But don't date Bara's father. Previously though diligent in learning but his mind only girls. Malem Sunday never in rum—” Bu Yanti speechless. He felt the tip of his leg being nudged several times. His gaze lifted looking at Mr. Wirya who was still eating with his leisure. It wasn't her husband who nudged her leg earlier. Bu Yanti then turned to Bara opposite her. His son was throwing a warning look. Ms. Yanti soon realized she had spoken wrongly. Slightly grimacing he returned to face his rice.

Under the table, Bara's left hand stroked his wife's thigh to the inside. His palm had already moved from the knee and down to the top and arrived almost at the base of the Sejah thigh.

Bara saw his wife not looking at him in the least. He knew that Sejah must have recorded all his mother's words along with a complete semicolon and punctuation mark for later in the bedroom. Bara fret. He has scheduled sex activities tonight. Almost ten days did not feel his power pampered clearly make Bara shaken.

Bara's hand stayed long near his wife's groin. Seeing that Sejah did not react, Bara again raised his temptation level. He rubbed his wife's sensitive parts. While occasionally looking at the Sejah who was eating his rice a spoon tip every mouthful. Colored unmoved. Unconcerned.

“Mas! Add this!” exclaiming Bu Yanti suddenly raised a plate of side dishes.

BRAKK!!

Bara surprised. He pulled his hand suddenly and immediately clashed with the bottom of the dining table.

“Aduh,” sergeant Colonized whose stomach nudged. She immediately looked annoyed at her husband.

“Aduh, yes. Excuse me. Got her belly yeah..” Bara rubbed his wife's stomach.

Bu Yanti who understood what was going on down there, immediately put down the dishes she lifted.

“At least let his wife eat first Mas,” levitate Bu Yanti.

“Ehem!” Mr. Wirya cleared his throat again grabbing the vegetable spoon and adding it to his plate.

Bara grimacing. And Dijah chose not to understand that his in-laws already understood.

The To Be Continued.....

Had to be cut, it was too long.

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