Let Me Fall in Love
67. Still the Atmosphere of Lebaran

Akbar answered Ami's greeting accompanied by a sweet smile. Two bodies look at each other virtually. He saw the beauty who was wearing a moka color dress, smiling with both cheeks blushing. Cutie always does that when he starts a video call. Like a shy princess who scrunched up her leaves. Adorable. It looks like a grain. But not for a long time will turn carefree and speak fluently also confident.

"Sir, minal aidin wal Faidzin. Sorry born inward. Salimnya has been represented by Panda dolls. I was hanging on to him. Keep cipika cipiki deh. Hihih."

Akbar laughs. There's just an absurd idea of Ami. "I'm not going to answer now his apology. I'll see you later. Must be practiced directly exactly the same as the doll's previous page yes."

"Ish, that's how Mang Momo went to Kudus. Alias mode. Not yet time to practice on living pandas." Ami wiggled her index finger in front of her face.

Akbar laughed crisply. Although his wish was rejected, but his heart was greatly comforted. Like, Ami is tame pigeon. And how dare to flirt.

"Sir Akbar is good with his clothes. But it seems like this is the effect of people who use it handsome. So wearing any shirt is always cool."

"Cutie can make my nose fly." Akbar smiled mesem. "Cutie, what clothes do you want to wear when?"

"Let's make it the 4th, brother. Let's look at Mama. Let Mama be happy with the clothes I'm wearing."

"Wow, really BNI's potential ghost." Akbar held out one of his thumbs accompanied by the blink of an eye.

"Ah, barracks. I passed out first."

"Hey, Cutie. Don't say it! Haha." Akbar calls Ami who is missing from the screen accompanied by a loose laugh. "Honey, I hope dong pingsannya." He called again by rubbing the stomach that hurts from laughing.

Ami who dropped down the sofa, reappeared on the screen. Casually fixing her veil used to be a little slanted.

"Sister, don't come out often with a death wink. I will fall many times. Many times in love with the same person. It's you." Ami made a heart symbol with both hands.

"Emmm. Speechless is as hot as you are, Cutie." Akbar looked at Ami who was smiling showing dimples. So sweet.

"That's not a dreadlocks, brother. But pure conscience."

"I have to check the sugar. There are symptoms of diabetes. Lebaran is a lot of temptation. It was the same opor chicken. Connected now can be sweet." Akbar put on a complaining face while massaging his chest. Makes Ami laugh.

"Eh, Brother. Tomorrow Mr. Bagja's family will come to visit. According to Brother, is it possible that Mr. Bagja would want to shoot Mom? You want to come complete package bring grandchildren."

"Hm, speaking of the possibility I think there are two. First, pure friendship for the sake of establishing family relationships to be more familiar. Second, Mr. Bagja intended to ask permission to the children of Mother mumpung complete gathering. Like Cutie once said that Mother seemed to welcome him. So it was her turn to take the heart of her children Mother. That's what I think."

"Yes.yes. Could be anyway. Tomorrow I'll update the news."

The long-distance face-to-face chat continued in a relaxed atmosphere full of laughter. Until it sounded the handle of the door of Ami's room was turned rough like someone forced to enter.

"Sat...."

"Ate oh Ate!"

Yaahhh the Ucul.

Ami is disappointed. It can be ascertained that the voice of Rasya who now continues banging on the door and asking to be opened.

"Who's up, Cutie?" Akbar heard a faint noise at Ami's place.

"There's Rasya his son Tea Puput. If it is not opened it will continue to rumble. I think the vc should be easy first yes, brother."

"Ajakin join me. Rasya knows me. Call him Om Akbal." Akbar chuckles considering meeting Rasya often if invited by Rama to the office.

"Don't ah danger. Rasya could leak. Where nothing always the same story Umma his. Sorry to please, brother."

"OK deh. But answer me my guess was a new one."

"Ready. Who's afraid." Ami ignored Rasya who kept calling him. He fixed his seat upright and focused on looking at Akbar.

"What difference does Cutie have in the same haunted place? Let's guess." Akbar smiled as he raised his eyebrows.

"Hm, if the haunted place is scary. If I'm fun. Is it true? Hehe."

"Wrong. If the haunted place tests my guts. If Cutie tests my faith. Yes, 1 - 0. Haha."

"Hais, wait for my revenge tomorrow. Ami Blanket can't lose. Now I have to clean up first. This Rasya noisy gedor-gedor door. Bye Ayang Panda's....."

Smile still adorns Akbar's face when Ami ends the video call by saying hello accompanied by giving finger heart. The more progress there is in expressing feelings.

Akbar turned towards the door as soon as he heard a knock. He got up from his seat. Walking towards the door because Iko heard the voice calling out to him.

"Mas, there's a Gita ma'am as ortunya nanyain Mas Akbar." Iko said as soon as the door opened.

"Papa's same mom, right?" Akbar felt lazy to come down. But this is lebaran. Silaturahm moment.

"It was also again accompanied by Mama Papa and Mas Galih. You are the only one who has not looked at his face."

"Yes, it'll come down. Want ashar first." Akbar closed the door again.

Mama Mila received her guests in the living room to be more relaxed with more sofa numbers. A beautiful parcel that Gita carried was stored on the table. Chat on Lebaran day is not far from the discussion of friendship anywhere and holiday Lebaran.

"Where's Mas Akbar, Iko?" Ask Gita who saw Iko go down the stairs alone.

"You used to say Ashar." Iko conveyed what her brother said.

"Mila, is there still no fatigue?" Tanya Bu Desri who is Gita's mother.

"She, Des. Let's move to the dining room. Forced if you have talked about fishing hobbies in the sea like fun." Mama Mila also invited Gita and Iko. Leaving three men talking their world. Because his son-in-law also has the same hobby as Papa Darwis.

"It's not exactly the same opor I didn't make but a message. I just made a capcay and a teriyaki beef Akbar's favorite. Repot if everything is cooked by itself. The auntie is going home. Let's taste Desri, Gita, it just happens to be warmed." Mama Mila tells Iko to bring a glass from the kitchen set cupboard.

"I didn't cook anything, Mila. Because I know I can't cook, I always fail. So all order." Sahut Bu Desri accompanied by rarity.

"Oh yeah, Iko's done yet?"

"Not yet, Aunt." Iko smiled. This was the fifth question from the people he remembered all day. Replaced the title with the year yesterday that was asked when the wedding was.

"It's okay. Still a newlywed. Enjoy the honeymoon. Travel every month to different countries. Isn't that right, Iko?"

"Me and Mas Galih just went to New Zealand. Can't leave the office. Traveling there's a certain time, Aunt." Iko still responded casually while peeling the orange.

"Ah, Mila's kids are cool. Not interested in working in the company of parents so it can be arbitrary. But stay professional." Bu Desri gave a thumbs up.

"Akbar even started his own business from scratch. He wanted to be like his father used to fight from below that's how." Sahut Mama Mila with a tone of pride as a mother.

"Indeed Akbar is a dream son-in-law. That's why I've been ngarep from lama. I don't want our son's soul mate either." Bu Desri wiped his chin that splashed opor sauce.

"I'm up to Akbar. That kid won't want to be fooled, Des. Whichever choice he has, I'd agree." Mama Mila actually felt gregetan wanted to tell if Akbar already had a future wife. But the firstborn asked not to publish first. So when Gita urged again to ask the identity of his girlfriend Akbar as mentioned by Leo, he reasoned not to know because Akbar had not introduced him.

Gita shifted focus from listening to the conversation of two close friends. A big smile saw Akbar who appeared. He stepped out of his chair to greet the handsome man wearing a white and fresh-looking t-shirt.

"Mas, minal aidin wal faidzin. Sorry for being born." Gita with a sparkle grabbed Akbar's hand. But when he wanted to cipika cipiki, his shoulder was held by the CEO Pulangpergi.

"Just like, Gita." Akbar pulled out the right hand held by Gita. He acts ordinary to see the embarrassed Gita. Invite me to join you again at the dinner table.

"Narang met even more handsome this is the son of Mas Darwis. Sorry Auntie, too." Bu Desri patted Akbar's shoulder kissing his hand.

Akbar responded with a smile. "Sorry, I didn't join. John, just as Lucy hasn't eaten." He went to the back yard. John and Lucy are a pair of BSH cats who have their own home near the pool. Being a separate entertainment playing with a funny and healthy well-groomed anabul.

"John's...Lucy's." Akbar calls from afar on a pair of plump cats lying on the edge of the porch.

As if already familiar with the voice of his master, a pair of cats of gray and white race was aghast and raced to run near Akbar. Then roll around waiting to get a swipe.

Akbar, who had just crouched down, laughed as the white Lucy stood up and wanted to sniff her face aggressively. Amused taste.

"Mas, tumben this year there is no holiday schedule Lebaran?" Gita, who was coming to the back, crouched down beside Akbar who was feeding the cat. He is usually tasked with preparing the boss's overseas vacation schedule every year.

"Because there's a family event to the Lake, Git." Akbar remained focused on watching his two cats eat greedily while giving a swab on the head of his anabula.

"When, Mas?"

"Tomorrow."

"May I come, Mommy? I'm not on vacation either. I won't interrupt Mas Akbar's show. Kangen with Seruni Hotel. I've only been there once." Gita asked enthusiastically.