Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 20: Teasing Myria

“Myria, you're home, son?”

Myria's steps stopped when she heard her mother-in-law say hello. He paused into the room and turned towards the middle room. “What's cooking?”

The woman in the red brick veil commented on the smile. Madam Nasita rubbed Myria's head. “Mama wants to go to the boutique, this is a snack for the workers who are there later. Cheese cake and brownies. Which one do you want?”

Myria's eyes traced the plates containing the pieces of cake. He folded his lips while thinking. “No need, Bun.”

“Why? You don't like this?”

“Like, really, Bun. But yesterday, right, I ate a cake from Papa Aji.”

“Oh.” Madam Nasita nodded. “But take a little, huh? If you don't want to, you can eat Kasa. Oh, yeah, where is he? You guys didn't come home together?”

Myria shook her head. She doesn't even know where her husband is. Space was silent and had not given any news since. In fact, Myria usually waits for transportation while replying to a message with the young man.

Suddenly, Myria remembered the afternoon chatter in the canteen. What do not-don't Angkasa wander and race? Refereeing with her own thoughts, Myria chose to ask her opinion on the mother-in-law. “Mother, what used to be Space freed race?”

Mrs Nasita's activities paused for a moment. The woman looked up and looked at Myria's face. “Balapan?”

“Iya, Bun.”

Before replying, Madam Nasita sighed quite a long sigh. He then asked Myria to sit down so as not to get tired from continuing to stand.

Myria according. He sat down on a nearby dining table chair, then drank a glass of water. His two eyes were still watching Madam Nasita with complete calmness.

“Papa and Mama used to always give freedom to the children of the family here, My. But, ever since Mama's first son left, Mama has always been worried about Angkasa. You know, honey, the height of Mama's worry?”

Myria shook her head with tightly clenched lips.

Again, Mrs Nasita sighed. “Mama worries, sad, even depression relapses when Angkasa is in a coma. Mama's mind is always haunted by fear, fearing that you will have to lose a child a second time. Space is the only thing left. All the treatment and advice from the doctor, trying to fulfill Papa and Mama to keep Kasa safe. Every day Mama cried in front of the ICU room, even the obligation as a wife was almost neglected so bad at that time.”

The long story of Mrs Nasita attracted the full attention of Myria. The girl was silent without wanting to interrupt in the slightest. A few days living in the same house, only this time Myria had a casual chat with her mother-in-law.

“But Mama is lucky to have a husband like Papa. He is understanding and very patient. Papa continues to accompany, continue to encourage this child and his wife even though Mama actually knows, really, if Papa is also equally destroyed.”

The curvature of the crescent moon rises on Mrs Nasita's lips every memory of Mr. Aji's kindness. He put the last pootongan of cake into a cardboard box of food. “But, yes, Alhamdulillah Kasa congratulations. So, after that, Mama and Papa agreed to abolish his freedom. The boy was initially protesting and always whining, but Mama tried hard and did not let down with seduction. As a mother, Mama often did not have the heart to see Kasa should be like that, but this is for the good.

Because of the race he also had an accident so bad. Mama feels awkward as a parent because she does not monitor her child's relationships. Know-how, Kasa is already in the hospital having surgery. Which mother is not surprised?”

Myria nodded. There was no other response he gave. The girl knew now that her husband was not as free as before. “So, if Kasa now wants to race again, not get, yes, Bun?”

Cake boxes fit into canvas fabric bags. Madam Nasita immediately looked at Myria seriously. His daughter-in-law shriveled in fear.

“What did Kasa say would race again, Myria?”

“Eh? No, no, Bun. That, Myria was just nanya.”

A breath of relief was pierced from Mrs Nasita's lips. The woman was almost worried about the words of the son-in-law. However, he would not allow his son to be in the racecourse for any reason.

“Eh, no pa-pa, really, Bun. Myria is already ordinary itself, after all this is also at home.”

“Ya, already. Bring this.” A few pieces of cheese cake and brownies neatly arranged on the plate. Madam Nasita thrust it while saying again, “Drinknya take it yourself. Mama wants to get ready.”

“Iya, Mother. Thank you.”

Not yet praying Asar, Myria rushed to the bathroom and took a bath. He cleaned his sticky body due to sweat and immediately fulfilled the obligation before the sun sank.

Just as Myria finished praying, the door of the room opened without being knocked. The girl was not surprised because she had memorized who had come.

“You tired?” Myria rushed to Angkasa who was putting a backpack on the study table.

Angkasa's forehead shriveled at the attitude of his wife. This time Myria asked. Indeed, this is the first time Angkasa came home late because usually he first arrived or along with his wife. “Not also. Why?”

“What do you drink?”

The space is getting weird. His two eyes squinted and observed Myria from bottom to top. “Lo why?”

Getting such a question, instead of answering, Myria was confused. He did not feel that there was anything wrong with the attitude shown. “Which why? I'm not pa-pa.”

A slanted smile was painted on the lips of Space. The young man pulled up the study chair and sat down. He seemed to have guessed the meaning of the wife's attitude. For the sake of proving the allegations, Angkasa reigned, “Can you please take me a towel?”

“Ya.” Myria left the place without refuting. He walked towards where the towel was stored.

“Ah, my guess. My son will serve me as a husband. Uhuy!” Abandoned by Myria, Space broke out on its own. He switched yells from position, “My, grab a change of clothes all in the closet. Same sweatshirt as shorts.”

The passage from the direction of the bathroom rang out, Myria appeared with a sheet of towel. “Shirt in closet here?”

The Space Chief looked a little. “Iya, situ. Ambilin is a gray color, cream pants. Don't forget the dallamannya also.”

Very lightly Angkasa spoke, even though Myria was fixated on the spot to hear the last sentence. “Hah? Take it yourself if it is.” Protests came out of the girl's lips.

“Gue want elo take.” Without paying attention to Myria, Angkasa said casually. He ignored and chose to play mobile.

Myria's steps were fixed onto the study table. He stacks clothes and towels together. “This,” said while wasting face. His face was a little red.

The attention on the phone paused for a moment, Angkasa glanced at what was in Myria's hands. He smiled faintly, let alone looking at his wife's behavior. “Happy lo.”

“Buruan, hell, Ka, this is taken.”

“Lo hold the shirt already see what, My. Not yet.”

“Kasa!”

The laughter that had been held back had finally exploded. Space stood up and picked up the pile of clothes that were brought. Not immediately go and take a shower, but Angkasa put all that to the table. He stepped forward and deliberately held both shoulders of the wife. “If you every day mgegegegegegemesin gini, I am afraid of flirting prematurely, My.”