My Nanny, I Need U
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Jalwa is thrilled to see her two sons come for her, initially thinking that Arshaka came up with something romantic to persuade her but all exceeded her expectations.

Arshaka smiled as Jalwa laughed with his two sons, and he would come alone to see his wife and apologize. But after thinking - think maybe by bringing to his two sons Jalwa's heart will be broken as well, although in fact he doubted one of his sons who will certainly make it difficult for him.

"Ragil, thank you for buying the order," Jalwa said to his sister as he glanced at Arshaka who had been watching him since.

"Yes my dear." Sahut Ragil who knew if his brother was insinuating her husband, "Tomorrow said what to buy."

"OK." Jalwa again enjoyed the sweet martabak that he really wanted since noon.

"Teh, it's salty don't eat much - much later your stomach hurts." Tegur Bu Zalima's.

Arkana and Boni smiled at the mother who had finished two bowls of pickled and half of the martabak that Ragil had bought.

"Sorry Mom, that's Jalwa ga what - what's a lot of pickled food?" arshaka asked her mother-in-law.

Zalima's mother smiled, "How else, if she forbid crying and did not want to eat but mother had changed her love as a squeeze of orange."

Arshaka nodded, she was glad Jalwa was okay.

Because the weather was clear at night, Ragil invited Arkana and Boni to play out of the house because it sounded crowded.

Zalima's mother went into the room, she wanted to make room for the Princess and her daughter-in-law who were at odds.

"Had eaten?" ask Arshaka to Jalwa who is cleaning up his food.

"Yes, if I'm mostly afraid of fat." Jalwa jutek.

"Don't be damned if you want something." Arshaka.

Jalwa looked at her husband's face, "Even if there's anything I want you can't love."

Arshaka pulled Jalwa into his arms, "You want what hm?"

"Related to love you?" ask the unconvinced Jalwa.

"Related." Arshaka replied without hesitation.

"Tomorrow." Jalwa said as he walked out of the house joined by his sister and two sons.

Arshaka let out a long sigh, "What does this wife want?" he followed Jalwa out.

Jalwa was happy to see Arkana and Boni playing basketball with children near his parents' house, his eyes sparkling when he saw a meatball in front of his aunt's house. Jalwa rushed over to the meatballer's brother.

Arshaka follows his wife and is shocked that Jalwa turns out to be stopping near the meatballs. "Bun, you want to buy meatballs?"

"Would you like a mas?" ask Jalwa.

Arshaka immediately shook his head, "No Bun, Mas is still full."

"Yes already." Jalwa said, "Mang, the meatballs are two."

"Ready neng." Answer the Meatball.

"Ragil want some meatballs?" Shouted Jalwa to his sister who was sitting watching his two bangs.

Ragil turned, "You're the tea!" Exclaims.

"Kids?" ask Jalwa who was immediately answered by the children who were there.

"MAU JALWA TEA."

Jalwa laughed at the children playing with Arkana and Boni, "Relax there is a Donator here." Said Jalwa while pointing at Arshaka.

A confused Arshaka immediately pointed to himself and asked Jalwa, "I'm his donor?"

"Yes, who else is." Answer Jalwa lightly.

Arshaka smiled at his wife's behavior, "Luckily dear."

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The next day Jalwa invited Arshaka to look for market snacks to ps because his mother forgot to buy her order in the form of flower cakes and legit layer cakes.

Arshaka who has never gone to the traditional market is in doubt because what he heard when it rains the traditional market must be a bit muddy, but looking at his wife who really wanted the cake - the cake inevitably he obeyed his wife's will.

Riding his father-in-law's motorbike, Arshaka drove Jalwa to a traditional market not far from his father-in-law's house.

Arkana and Boni are very happy to be with their parents, Jalwa reminded them not to be far away in the market.

Arshaka patiently follows wherever Jalwa walks with the children, lucky he wears knee-length jeans and sandals because the road inside the market is a little muddy.

"Bun, where's the place?" asked Boni who was walking beside Jalwa.

"Tuh." point Jalwa towards the sales of hawker.

"Mom, the same legit bugis still exist?" ask Jalwa to market hawker sellers.

"There's a neng." Answer the seller's mother.

"What do your kids want?" jalwa asked his two sons.

"I'm onde - onde same klepon Bun." Boni said.

"I want to putu." replied Arkana.

"If you were Dad?" jalwa asked her husband.

"I want to lupis the same omelette roll, "Jawab Arshaka. "All Bun, buy for the house."

"Ready." Jalwapun bought all the orders.

"Have you bought it?" arshaka asked Jalwa after buying what his wife wanted.

"Buy fruit - buahan first make ngerujak." Reply to Jalwa who stopped in front of the fruit seller.

"How many mangoes sir?" asked Arshaka to the fruit seller, he also wanted to be ripe, but Jalwa bought raw fruits.

"These are twenty thousand, the mango is sweet."

"Really Sir?" asked Arshaka unsure.

" Ih, the Ujang kasep meuni teu believe. sok cobain." Said the fruit seller while tilting the mango fruit to try, "Scan?"

Arshaka who tried his mangoes nodded, Yes sir, buy five kilos." Her speech.

"Dad, I want avocado dong." Pinta Boni's.

"There's a Mataeng Avocado sir?"

"There's." Answer the seller while choosing a ripe avocado.

"three kilos aja Pak," said Jalwa because if Arshaka who speaks must be many more while they only ride a motorcycle.

"Already neng?" ask the seller.

"It's sir." Answer Jalwa.

"Bun, how little is the fruit shopping?" ask Arshaka.

Jalwa looked at Arshaka not believing in his words, "This is a lot Well, anyways we're here just riding a bike."

Arshaka chuckled, he forgot that they had been on the foursome. "Forgot Bun, anything else to buy?"

Jalwa shook his head, "Udah ah, I was already shopping for vegetables with meat."

"We're going home." Said Arkana who was getting bored.

"Come, but you help bring the fruit." Said Arshaka who shared groceries to bring his children, "Kasian mother."

"OK!" Called his two sons.

Jalwapun smiled at the behavior of his three men, Arshaka who used to argue with his two sons now more relented. Although he did not know maybe when they returned to Jakarta their habits appeared again, 'Let' thought Jalwa. She could not linger - long angry at her husband.

But indeed once - the time her husband must be taught a lesson so that Arshaka is aware, not all things that he thinks are ordinary are not necessarily for other ordinary people. Especially a friendship with a woman.

Remembering that all makes Jalwa upset again.