Mother Connect For My Son
The Part 21
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...O Allah, bless us for what You have given us and protect us from the torment of Hell...
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A new luxury car has been parked neatly in the trunk of the house. Elea and Cila have just returned from Cila's school.
In front of the door, Bi Mia had stood up as if their arrival had been awaited.
Bi Mia nodded as Elea came hand in hand and started walking on the porch of the house.
“Lord and Big Lady have been waiting for the arrival of Lady Elea and Non Cila.” Bi Mia. His hand turned to take the Cila bag hanging in Elea's hand swiftly.
“Mama and Papa are here? Where are they Bi?” elea's feet moved impatiently. Looking for the figure of in-laws that he already considered as his own parents.
“In living room, Non.” Bi Mia is back.
“Oma! Opa!” call Cila Tak who is also patient to meet.
In a living room, Nira and Dave were sitting in a livery watching television and looking at the source of the sound.
The shrill cry of Cila echoed along with the curved smile on her sweet face.
“Goodoo how is he doing?” Mama Nira lifted up Cila's body and carried the small body into her carry.
“Tila tehat, Oma. Tutu Oma is strong weak.” Answer the question with confidence.
“Only granddaughter Oma? Now Opa felt sad for not being recognized. Is it better to go home?”
Dave put on a sullen face in front of Cila. Elea who stood a few meters was stunned, said Dave who was firm to be funny.In fact, parents will change when it comes to grandchildren.
“Tutu Opa tuga, Tila airing Oma and opa!”
Nira and Dave kissed Cila's cheeks together. Warm backup back Elea see from her new family.
“Siang, Ma, Pa.” Elea approached and kissed the back of her in-laws hand.
“How are you doing, Son?”
“Good by Ma. Mama and Papa how are things?”
“Papa is fine but Mama is not!” obviously Mama Nira while looking at the Husband cynically.
“This papa of yours works too often and takes only a little time for Mama. Mama feels lonely.” Complaining Mama Nira.
“Your mama is always nagging want holiday.” Timpal Papa Dave chuckled and took Cila away so as not to get a backlash.
Opening a doll that is still wrapped in plastic, he deliberately bought it for his favorite grandson. While occasionally looking at Mama Nira who was staring sharply.
“See, Mama no friends. Your Papa is too annoying!”
It turns out that Ardha's annoying nature is hereditary from Papa Dave.
Mama Nira invites Elea to cook lunch, just to get rid of her frustration. They cooked while being helped by Bi Mia.
Time continued to roll, until night fell. Elea prepares to welcome Ardha home as usual.
The sound of the fence being shifted makes Elea move and towards the doorway. Their smiles welcomed the husband who had just come to earn a living.
“Assalamualaikum,” greeting that Ardha catapulted able to attract the attention of Mama Nira and Papa Dave.
“Waalaikumsalam,” Elea takes the back of Ardha's hand.
An arch rises on the faces of the two parents who see how harmonious the new home life of their child is.
Not wrong, Mama Nira judged Elea. Women who can change the behavior of Ardha.
They had been sitting at the table eating, this time Cila had not slept because it was nice to have a complete family to make his eyes not sleepy.
The wait has come, Ardha has been neat with a home suit. Sit down and land her body right next to Elea.
Elea's hand swiftly took the rice and side dishes one by one to the plate. And again, Mama Nira was amazed by Elea's attitude.he felt lucky to leave children and grandchildren to the woman in front of him.
“Tila want to lead prayer,” exclaimed Cila on the sidelines Elea put the plate.
Elea landed the body, position Elea facing Mama Nira and Ardha facing Papa Dave, while Cila was in the lap of Mama Nira.
Cila nodded “Diatalin tama Bunah!” raise your hand and immediately speak.
“Allahumma reverse lana fi ma lazaqtana wa qina adtaban nal,”
Allahumma barricade lana fi ma razaqtana wa qina adzaban nar.
(O Allah, bless us for what You have given us and protect us from the torment of hell)
The dish is eaten solemnly, there is no conversation only the sound of a spoon with an echoing plate.
“Someone wants Papa to talk to you.” Papa Dave started the conversation after the dish had run out.
Elea and Ardha who were stared at alternately observed and began to focus on the conversation that was not about what?
“What's up, Pah? Is there anything important? We better talk in the guest room.”
Papa Dave shook his head, “No need, just here. Papah just wants you to come during the company's 17th anniversary event. There will be a lot of Papah relations that come and Papah wants to introduce Papah's son-in-law because some of them did not come during your wedding party at that time.” Obviously Papa Dave is long by wide.
“Ga can, I'm busy, Pah. I just received a new project when I asked for permission.”
Ardha complained, actually he who was reluctant to go because he knew the purpose of his Papah plan and Ardha could read it.
Mama Nira who understood the situation finally brought Cila to stay away with the reason it was late and Cila had to go to sleep immediately.
Although whining unwillingly, Cila finally collapsed and obeyed.
“You are always busy, take time for family do not just look for your pleasure!”
Papa Dave does not like if Ardha plunged into the world of entertainment. He prefers if Ardha continues the family company.
“I work for my family, Pah. Not just for pleasure!”
Elea shrieks, Papa Dave and Ardha both hold back the anger. If there was Mama Nira, she wouldn't be this scared.
“With working overtime every day? You better work in Papah company, the company that will also be yours! you see your wife and son! all they need is your time, not just material.”
“Pah, I have also tried to make it for the time—“
“You don't remember what happened to Mita? He died of your selfishness, Ardha!”
“Fuck!” Mama Nira who was on the stairs also stopped the words of Papa Dave who he thought was outrageous.
“Elea does not mind your time, but Cila. Your child needs affection!”
Mama Nira rubs Papa Dave's back up and down regulating emotions. Up there, Cila was asleep with Bi Mia.
“Fap ga can—“
Ardha's words came to a halt as her hand felt a touch. Ardha's eyes looked.
A white and delicate hand rubbed the back of his hand slowly.
Elea's shady face caught Ardha. The woman smiled warmly while shaking her head slowly.
Although she was scared, Elea tried to be calm.
As hypnotized, the mouth of Ardha who initially wanted to rebel became a hoax. What's up with him? Ardha doesn't understand.
And unconsciously Ardha's other hand cupped Elea's hand. her face looked up at Papa Dave's face and said something beyond reason.
“Good, Pah. We'll come to the party.”
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It turned out that there was a technical error, yesterday I copied the chapter wrong and only realized after I re-read it. I even finished a chapter that was just written. Because I usually miss a few chapters, as a result forget which chapter has been uploaded.
Plus laptop again error, when I want to save the results type folder usually can not. As a result my typing spread in several folders and there was an error.
Forgive the author who teredor this gaes. The previous chapter I fixed, probably still reviewed. And thank you to those of you who gave the same support to this story.
Honestly, this story is very heavy for me because it is a household theme with a serious storyline. My brain that is a habit of gesrek must be held up for a deranged ga nulis. But I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone. Sok-sokan emang.
Didn't realize it turns out I'm a pretty long bribe wkwkwk.
...Happy Reading gaes...