Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 41: Fashion Lumber

“Besok y'all semester exams?”

Four glasses of guava juice put Mrs Nasita to the middle room table. He sat next to Mr. Aji who was busy with a tablet in hand.

Angkasa turned his head and took off the attention of the phone for a moment, as well as Myria who was watching television also noticed the mother-in-law.

Everyone is gathering. Sunday is a day that can bring family members together longer than usual.

“Iya, Mother. Request her prayer.” Space answered. He left the phone completely because there was already the mother who invited chatting.

Mrs Nasita commented with a smile. “Mama always pray for you.”

Mr. Aji glanced at his wife and children. He's clearing. “Do you still compete if you are married like this?”

Angkasa and Myria looked at each other. They forget who will be the champion. One class is filled with 40 students, two human children are always superior and enter the top ten rankings in the class as well as the general ranking of one level.

“Eee, Myria never felt rival with Kasa, really, Pa.” Myria replied with a bit of a gamelan. But the truth is that. During this time only focused on learning and getting the best value from the results of his hard work, the champion case is only considered as an encouragement.

Myria's goal is to study hard is not to become a champion because everyone also has a chance. However, he is more concerned with how to absorb the lessons as best as possible so that the knowledge is useful.

“Papa nanyanya is also strange.” Mrs Nasita interjected while patting her husband's thigh. “From the first time which gauze ever exceeded Myria, Pa? Champions one through three are all filled girls. Ever champion 3 it's just, Mama consider a coincidence.”

Angkasa glanced at her mother. Since the presence of Myria in this house, the position as a child seems to have been changed. Ms. Nasita looks more loving to the daughter-in-law than to the child herself.

“Ma, if I am a champion, what is the prize?”

Madam Nasita's smile disappeared for a moment, while Myria beside Angkasa turned her head in a bit of shock. The girl guessed, was Angkasa offended by her mother's words? If it were like that, Myria felt guilty.

“Kasa, what do you want, son?”

“Ticket holidays to Japan.”

“What?” The voice of Mrs Nasita was raised. He forgot that there was a husband next door. The pull from Mr. Aji was just awakened, so Mrs Nasita sat back down.

“Quiet, Ma.” Different from his wife in shock, Mr. Aji is much more self-control. Not that he was not traumatized by the passing of his first son, but indeed as a man, Mr. Aji was more logical and accepted the fact that life went on.

“Kasa, are you not mistaken? Did you forget your brother died on a plane? To Japan is the same as having to go by air, Mama can not grant your request.”

Mrs Nasita's decision made Angkasa tendered himself to the back of the sofa. He will not argue anything because a vacation abroad is not actually a passionate will. Angkasa just wants to know what his mother's response would be if he went abroad, let alone study there.

“Ma, the year has changed. And I, will it remain in a restraint like this?”

“Kasa.”

“Ma, don't argue.” Mr. Aji mediates. He patted slowly the back of his wife's hand and gave a sincere smile. The man who had accompanied Mrs Nasita for many years understood the feelings of his wife and child, but in this condition, he felt that there was no need to be defended.

“Kasa is an adult, Ma.” In a calm manner, Mr. Aji said. “Some years he is more obedient, even willing to leave his hobby. Papa knows Mama's worried, but we can't keep our son at home. Space is male, he needs a lot of experience to expand his way of thinking.”

A long sentence from Mr. Aji silenced the existing family members. He changed position and grabbed the shoulder of Mrs Nasita. “Come, learn to be a more understanding parent. Authoritarian education is not good for children. Papa is sure, Kasa can hold the trust. He's not a Kindergarten boy anymore. “

Space breathing is relieved. It seems, the conversation with the father some time ago began to find a solution. Evidently, now Mr. Aji mediates rather than defend Mrs Nasita. In fact, Angkasa memorized if the father was more on the side of the mother all this time.

Almost all of Mrs Nasita's will was granted without a second thought. Mr. Aji always prioritizes the happiness of his wife is number one. Regarding childcare, the man did not interfere too much and believed that Mrs Nasita was unlikely to lead her son to anything bad.

“Where, Ma? Can, right?” The appeal was again deployed, but this time it was added again by Space. “I'm with Myria, Ma.”

“Kasa.” Myria whispered. He nearly pinched Angkasa's thigh wearing only shorts.

However, Angkasa was sensitive and grasped Myria fingers tightly. The young man smiled faintly, but there was an intent behind his smile.

Mrs Nasita did not answer. He was just watching the child and his son-in-law closely. Seriously, the woman's observation made Myria tense.

Almost a minute of no response, finally a heavy sigh sounded. The woman who was still in Mr. Aji's arms gave a decision. “Wait for Mama salat itikarah first. Answer yes or no, will Mama say after receiving your report.”

Even though it has prepared the heart for the decision of the mother, in the end, Angkasa must remain resigned when it gets such an answer. He did not want to fight let alone rebel. At least, there was still a little hope of hearing his mother's answer earlier.

Finished the evening chat, all the family members went into their respective resting places.

Myria approached the bed where Angkasa had fallen there first. The girl crawled up, then peeked at her husband's activities.

Space glanced to the side as it felt noticed. The young man immediately put the phone near the body, then spread both hands on Myria.

“What?” myria asked with a confused face.

Tongue clucked, Angkasa wasted a tired breath. “Sini, hug!”

“Ngak, ah. You mulu mode.”

“How mode? Just hugging, doang, this.”

Myria was firm with her stance. He ignored Space's hand span and chose to lay down his body on the other side. Where would he want to be tricked like a few nights ago, where his neck was about to be bitten.

The sky was strange to see Myria's behavior. However, of course the young man still had many ways to get what he wanted. Myria was too innocent for a young man like Angkasa, the girl was easy to follow even if it was just a kejilan.

“Kasa, you are serious about earlier?”

“Which one?”

“Same talk Mother.”

“Oh, the. Be serious. Wh why? Are you afraid of losing?”

Myria hissing. Looks like Angkasa's annoying attitude is relapsing. He chimed in, “Ngapain is afraid of losing? I don't feel competing, kok.”

The body of Space tilted completely facing Myria. He commented a gentle smile, as gentle as his jaundice on the wife's cheek. “Help me fight, let's champion the class this semester. We can take a walk later. I'm sure, Mama must be ngizinin.”

“I don't want to travel too, really, actually.”

Myria's response made Angkasa gawk. The young man scooped a face half frustrated. “Ah, My. Elo said that instead. Support me, cake. The holiday is just a bonus. If you don't want to go to Japan, we look for a tour of deket-deket here aja.”

Myria almost laughed. He felt funny at Angkasa's childlike attitude in this situation. “How to help?”

One hand is used to hold the head. Space leaned slightly. “Contest me tomorrow.”

Myria's two eyes immediately glared as if they were about to come out. The girl was ready to scold her husband for cheating. However, not yet had the mouth to let out a word, Angkasa had lunged at his lips spontaneously.

“Kasaaa ..!” Myria's shout echoed after successfully pushing Space. He threw all the pillows and bolsters from the mattress when he saw Angkasa blur. “I want to be angry with you!” yell at Myria again. His chest was up and down because of emotion.

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