Why marry me, Gus?
chapter 9

My plan failed completely. Visiting the place where Mbak Musda actually makes me get a big blow. Information from Mbak Musda did not help me get a solution at all, but it made me more dizzy.

"Udah mama's afternoon, I want to go home!" my pamit to Ma'am Musda. Before I hear much about Huda again, I better go home soon. It was enough that I heard Huda's name and the compliments that were made to the man today. The more often you hear the name Huda will only make my mood worse.

"Eh, what's the rush, anyway? Here first! You don't have any activities at home, do you?" prevent Mbak Musda.

Suddenly we heard a loud cry from inside the house. I also abandoned my intention to go and enter the house of Madam Musda to see my nephew who just woke up. The two-year-old boy rubbed his red eyes.

"Satria is awake?" my broom to Mommy Musda's little son.

"Satria, look who's coming? There's Aunt Arin!" mama Musda said to her son.

I also took a moment to play with Satria, then really say goodbye. However, Satria whined as I was about to leave and forced to come along.

"Satria in the house is just like Mom, huh? Aunty wants to go home to Grandpa's!" I said trying to persuade Satria.

"You take it, Rin. Instead of crying again at home," said Mother musta.

"Is it okay if I take it away?"

"You can take a tour for a while, right?

I also obeyed the wishes of Mbak Musda and took my little nephew away from the house of Mbak Musda. I took Satria for a short walk around the city, and took the boy to play in several places until the afternoon.

"Satria, it's late afternoon. We're home, yuk!" take me to my nephew.

I have not been able to get away from that place, suddenly I get a message from Mbak Musda. The message also made me know where to bring Satria home after finishing playing.

[Rin, can you ask for help? Take Satria back to Mom's house, will you? All three tipped. There is a sudden business out of town for the next few days. You can take care of Satria, right? Please tell me you're the same mom, huh?]

I read the message from Mbak Musda carefully. Just keep the leak is not a difficult thing for me.

[Okay, Ma'am. I'll take Satria back to Mom's house, okay?]

"Satria is going to go home to Grandma?" ask the boy who can't speak clearly.

Without thinking anymore, I immediately brought Satria back to my parents' second home, not to go home to the house of Madam Musda. With pleasure, I took the little boy home to my parents. My mom and dad would love to get a visit from their grandchildren. Over the next few days, my house, which was full of parents, would be shaken by the presence of children.

"Eh, grandma's granddaughter can be the same aunt? "Who was my mother when she saw me coming with Satria.

"Hello, Grandma! Satria playing to neneyk's house can be, right?" ocehku tried to represent Satria speaking.

"By dong, honey! Here's Grandma's cradle, huh?"

"Satria played with Grandma first, huh?" sahutku.

"You were at Musda's house, Rin?" ask mom.

"Yes, Mom. I was playing there. Keep being told to bring Satria to play" I replied.

"Why did you bring it back here?"

"Musta's sister has business she said, Mom. Satria wants to be tipped here for a few days he said," I said.

My mother muttered without saying anything more. I turned around and went into the house. "Mother is gone, baby! Its nothing. Satria is here just like Grandma. Here there is Grandpa and Aunt Arin too," said my mother invited her grandson to talk.

"Eh, Rin! Waita minute!" My mother called me, but unfortunately I went into the house.

I should have stopped when I called my mother. I'm actually niesel. Maybe my mom called me to tell you about something that made me shocked in the living room.

Yeah, when I came in, I saw two strangers staring at me. I was really surprised as soon as I saw the figure of an unexpected guest sitting on the living room chair.

The guests were Huda and Ustadz Wahab who suddenly appeared at my parents' house without notice. "What the hell are they? What business are they doing here?" my mind was astonished at the arrival of those who did not want me to see.

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