Me, You And The Marriage Contract
Grandma's Love Home

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When Kayana enjoys her evening shower before eating the aunt's menu that sounds very tempting, then at the same time, but in a different place, sadewa's luxury sedan car has arrived at the love home page. Sadewa stared at the old house of love. The old house belongs to the mother, the house made by the father, Aisakha the British Eagle as a wedding gift for the beloved Mother, the woman who was so adored by the father. The woman he pursued for three whole years, was so patient and faithful to open the heart of the idol who at that time had hurt another man, sick so badly that it made Shania Fira Sujoko, who was a woman who had been hurt, her surname never dared to accept love from any man.

The love house, the house that is said to be the first place where his grandfather Sadewa brought his wife, the grandmother as a married couple. And her father, Aisakha, did the same to her. Sweet and full of love. Sadewa was silent, she missed her father so much.

Quinsha ran wild, as soon as she could escape from Sadewa's hands.

“Genekkkkk “. Quinsha cries accompanied by the head of Sadewa.

“Sha, good road ! Don't run around!” Sadewa's successful voice made Quinsha obedient.

“Let's just out “. Martin chimed in from behind Sadewa. Martin's footsteps in the back of Sadewa.

“Martin, you don't spoil him. Later she grows into a weak girl !” Speak however, with eyes constantly watching Quinsha.

How can Quinsha be a weak girl brother, there is you, there is mother, and there is me ! We'll make sure she grows up happy, even though she's different from the others.

Martin's inner voice while continuing to follow Sadewa's steps. It was only in his heart that Martin had no intention of answering Sadewa's words.

“Genekkkkk “.

The door is opened, Quinsha very much hope that welcomes his arrival is the grandmother who is very much missed.

“Small number “. The middle-aged woman who was slightly younger than the grandmother came out, welcoming Quinsha's arrival. Riana, a Syrian maid since she became the young mistress of a British family.

“Bi Riana, which grandma?” Asking while receiving Riana's helping hand. This auntie took Quinsha in.

“Grandmother is in the room, little lady. Might be on break “. Smiling at Quinsha. “Small number can call kok “.

“Can you bi ?” Doubtful.

“Of course “. Nodding, convincing.

“Horeeee...”, glad not a bitch.

“Sha, can't disturb grandma if grandma is resting !” Moving the right index finger. Making a movement cannot

“But, well “. Trying to deny. “So said auntie didn't papah kok “. Staring at the aunt who was still standing beside him. Gave a plea to help talk to Sadewa.

“True sir, the lady said, if you have a master come call the lady “. Submissive.

“How can you know I want to come bi?” Wonder. “While we have no one to say “.

“Maybe the feeling of a mother, sir. So big unfortunately he is on the master, so that he can have a deep inner language “. Explain his version of himself.

“Aibi is-there only “. Can only smile.

“Ya already, Shasa can call mother, but slowly yes “. Giving a slow head movement.

Moments later.....

And what happened ? “Genekkkk...... Shasa come !” shouting loudly in front of the door of the room of Syria, the grandmother.

Sadewa could only shake his head for free, obviously what he said just now was not heard by Quinsha.

“Nek, grannykkkk “. Again screaming. And Sadewa stepped aside, choosing to sit in the middle room chair.

“Quinsha ?” Shania, the figure of the missed grandmother came out of the room as well. Quinsha's loud voice calling her grandmother succeeded. “Dreams grandma “. Carrying Quinsha, hugging her first grandchild affectionately with longing. “Grandpa kangen bang “.

“Iya, Shasa also “. Put both hands on the neck of Syria. Replying to the middle-aged woman's embrace.

“Grandma why not go home to us ?” Talking with the head on the shoulder of Syria.

“Sorry baby, grandma still has something to do. Therefore, grandma here first yes “. Squeezing Quinsha's back.

“But grandma, grandma has long taken care of her work “. The protest, releasing the embrace of Syria, made room for her and the grandmother. “Grandmother has not played with Shasa for a long time “.

“Tomorrow yes dear, tomorrow “. Kiss Quinsha's forehead.

“Nek, Shasa buyin good cake for grandma “. Suddenly remembered himself.

“Oyaaa, definitely good tu “. Seemed enthusiastic.

“Sana yuk nek, cake brought uncle dining table “. Point Quinsha to the center of the room.

Ahhh, the compassion of Syria when he saw the tired face of Sadewa who was closing his eyes while laying on the back of the sofa in the middle room.

“Shasa find uncle first yes, grandma want to talk to dad first “. Saying a kiss on Quinsha's cute cheek.

“Don't take long huh grandma, we eat the cake again “. Wished.

“Iya dear “. Sniffing Quinsha's nose

Sadewa opened his eyes, and he could hear the talk of people around him. There were footsteps approaching, Sadewa looked towards the source of the sound.

“Delay “. Standing up, taking the right hand of the woman in Sadewa's eyes was still very beautiful, kissing the right hand of the mother long and deep, full of respect.

“God “. Swiping Sadewa's head affectionately. “Healthy you want ?” Still rubbing Sadewa's head.

“Health mother “. Stand up straight, embrace the mother. “Kangen god mother “. Old hug.

“Pawn sehat ?” Asked for a moment after taking off the hug.

“Healthy nak “. Shania invited Sadewa to sit on a large sofa.

“You look tired “. Ask Shania when Sadewa settles down on her thighs. Make the thigh of the mother as a pillow of his head.

“It just so happens lately a lot of work bun “. Talking with closed eyes.

“If you already have a wife, there must be someone who erases your fatigue, son “. Speak by continuing to rub the head of Sadewa.

“Iya, tomorrow I find wife “. Answer as you please.

“You are “. Pulling Sadewa's pointed nose.

“Delay... “, protest. Opening her eyes, she saw her mother laughing.

“Download beautiful right “. Smile when you see the face of Syria. “Definitely because of that, Daddy fell in love amazingly same mother “.

Not answering, the Syrians pulled Sadewa's nose back.

“Sick bun “. Protest, face in the swing.

“What kind of woman do you want to look for?” Staring into Sadewa's eyes, putting his right hand on Sadewa's right cheek. “Umur is also quite, the company is doing very well, developing amazingly. What else is the reason ?”

“And I already have Melani “. Talk without burden.

“Women who are only good at preening, only know showing off curves. What is it like that you want to make a wife ? Can such a woman be a mother to your children later ?” Seriously speaking.

Sadewa could only remain silent.

“Maybe, you will not mind how to preen and dress. It could be, you will say mother kolot, do not understand fashion. But, what about your son later if you have a mother like that?”

Again, Sadewa could only remain silent.

“Sama Quinsha alone she can not care for what else to be a mother ! What if your biological son is with him ?”

I heard the breath of Sadewa.

“Remember son, Quinsha has great trust in us, in the British family. The precious treasure your sister left us. Are you sure he can lead Quinsha into a good boy ?”

The face of the mother is very serious.

“Huuffftttttt....”, once again Sadewa sighed deeply. Replying to the eyes of the mother also with a serious look.

“Mother, how about you try to know Melani first. Maybe, you will change your mind if you already know “. Speak slowly.

“Yes God, Dewa.....!!!! All this time mommy and you still insist to stay with her “. Shakes slowly. There were clearly disappointed eyes there.

“Bun, God please. This one time only !” Pulling the mother's hand, grasping firmly in her fingers and putting it in front of her lips. Smacking Syrian fingers. “Mother has never met with Lani, so far mother just hear the word of the scribe ? Try it first, mother met him. Talk to him, surely your assessment will change “.

“Should son ?” Disappointed even greater in the eyes of Syria, Sadewa actually felt not up to the heart. But..........?

“God, this mother is a woman, mother is also a mother, and as long as your father is still...”. Syria hung his words. Sadewa immediately sat down, grasping the hand of the mother even tighter.

“Delay...”,

“Nak, mom knows what kind of woman she is. Believe me son, he is not the best for you !” Gave full confidence to Sadewa.