The Contract Husband I Love
31. The Aunt House

Nalendra got into his car and started the engine right then and there. He left the right window open, then waved at Tea and Fatma who was still faithful standing there.

The two women are different generations, both waving to Nalendra. Each has his own expectations, especially Tea who expects Nalendra to be able to return to his home. It can be read from a perfect smile.

Nalendra's car began to leave the yard, while Tea still waved at the man's car who had saved his life. When Nalendra's car came out of the gate, at the same time Niken's car and the family entered the yard.

Fatma was quite surprised by the arrival of a car that she did not recognize. "About who, huh?" He was curious about the owner of the car.

Tea shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know either, Mom. Is it possible someone we know?" He was a bit of a guess and his estimate turned out to be correct.

Niken got out of the car, then followed by Mita and Bambang Adi Atmaja. "Thank you, sir," said Niken while giving money as payment for the ride.

Fatma immediately beamed when she found out that her older sister was coming. "Mba Mita!" her call, immediately ran at Mita and hugged her right then and there. Release longing that has long been shackled inside the chest.

Mita slightly gasped, but she immediately responded to the embrace. The perfect arch formed a crescent moon at the end of her lips, so sweet as she was able to hug her sister back.

"How are you?" Mita loosened her arms. Slightly eroding the distance between the two to be more free to speak.

The view of two women whose age was three years adrift, finally met after a long time did not meet. I don't know how long Mita and Fatma don't look at each other like this?

"My news, thank you very well, Mba. What about Mba and family?" Fatma immediately dropped her gaze on her sister-in-law and her beloved niece.

"I am, thank God I am healthy and Mas Bambang is also healthy. Your niece is healthy too." Mita directed her gaze at Niken who was standing somewhat behind her. "Look, your nephew. Now she is no longer the girl of the Atmaja family, but Lady Ardi Bagaskara."

Mita beads Niken's hands so that the position of the establishment is closer. The news of Niken's marriage made Fatma surprised.

"So, Niken is married Mba. When?" ask her with perfectly rounded eyes. "Well, why don't you come over here, I'm gonna see Niken sitting in the sewer."

Niken also smiled awkwardly while holding the hand of his beloved mother. He wants to answer the question, but it's best to let the adults solve it.

Mita had not yet said further, Tea first exclaimed. "Until when will you stand there?! Ma'am, why are Uwa and the others not invited to enter, would it be better to chat inside?"

Fatma patted her forehead, just remembered something. "Astaghfirullah ... Sorry Mba, I forgot. So enthusiastic to see Mba, I forgot to let you in. Come, Mba. My mother!" take it with a friendly smile. "Come, Niken. We talk about it inside. You must also be tired after a long journey. Come on!"

Niken smiled gently, his head nodding. Fatma invited everyone to enter her house. Niken's car has since increased Fatma's residence.

Bambang also pulled the two large suitcases. Fatma who saw this hurriedly called her adjutant. "Tarjo, come!"

A middle-aged man with a simple appearance and wearing a blangkon was coming soon. Name's Tarjo. He ran small, from the back yard.

"Yes, Madam. Can I help you?" Tarjo asks, then throws a smile at Niken and his family. Exit Atmaja also returned the smile with a nod of his head.

Tarjo glanced at the man who was older than him. He also saw the two suitcases held by the man. "Okay, Madam." Tarjo hurriedly approached Bambang Adi Atmaja. "Here sir, let me bring you, "he asked so politely.

Bambang also smiled gently at the servant who had long worked at the Fatma family residence. "Thank you." He did not hesitate to hand over the two suitcases because he was unable to pull them again.

Both of the large suitcases had been in Tarjo's hands. Fatma immediately invites Mita and others to enter her house.

Before Mita and the others entered, Tea first killed them. He grabbed Bambang and Mita's hands, then kissed the backs of both hands in turn. Shows his signs of lactation in more mature people, especially Mita and Bambang are his relatives.

"Loh, it's Tea. Said he left the house?" Mita could not help herself not to ask. Then the question is not only surprising Fatma, but Tea that has gone first was made silent.

"Let's talk inside, Mba. I'll tell Mba everything and everything." Fatma first asked Mita and Bambang to enter because it was not good to chat at the door.

Mita nodded and followed the direction of her sister to enter her residence. Meanwhile, Niken tailed behind him. He has spoken a thousand languages. His body is here, but his mind is elsewhere. Who else if not Ardi, her husband who is currently somehow there with Melati?

Niken continued his steps that had stopped it. Once everything is clear, then he will contact Ardi later.

"Let's sit! Sorry the place is not as big as your house" Fatma joked. Calculate pleasantries so that the atmosphere created is not too tense.

Mita also nudged Fatma's hand, "What's the one? Don't say it ah. Whether small or large, the important thing is that the house is comfortable and does not leak. It's the same if the house is big, but the atmosphere is like a haunted house will be scary."

"What your mother said. The house if it leaks, still you can live in, right? Little things that matter are comfortable and alive. Big house, but no occupants yes equally, will be abandoned." Bambang also chimed in, while shifting his body between the sofa and the table. After, getting the right position, then Bambang Adi Atmaja sat down.

Likewise with Mita, Niken and Tea who have occupied their respective sitting positions. "Oh, yeah." Fatma smiled faintly, responding to the words of Mita and her husband.

It is true what both say. A house, will not be said to be a place of residence if there is nothing to turn on in it. Houses are big, but there are no inhabitants, just like a cemetery.

"What do you want to drink?" Fatma shuffled from her seat.

"No need to bother," Mita replied as she pulled the right arm of her beloved sister.

"Yes right, sister-in-law. Don't bother. We have been drinking ever since. So, there is no need to bother preparing this and that. Just like anyone." Bambang also followed and chimed in the sentence of the wife.

Even so, Fatma as the host still has to treat the guest as King because it is natural like that.

"In that case, I'll grab a drink first. Just a simple drink." Fatma was forced and Mita and the others could only resign. "In a moment, I'll be right back."

Fatma breezed out of the room, letting Mita chat first with Tea. Even so, there is a feeling of anxiety filling his heart, about the problem of Tea who had left the house and panic everything.