Wife Or Bachelor
Father, Mother?

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A week I have been serving the role of a lawyer aka kacung aka household assistant with a note without a salary. Don't forget without the salary in the given bold and in italic.

And that means already a week Brother Aqil is staying at home. I don't know if this is called staying or staying. Auh ah's.

Earlier after mengpel I got a message from a friend who is in SME Press and Jusnalis he said he wanted to hold a meeting for new recruits of SMEs Press and Journalists. And as the editor's revise holder I forced myself present I ran away from my mama. Mumet I'm the same babble this week mama. I am amazed to feel so much like my mom. And because of that, I prayed with God.

O Allah, may one day become a mother, please do not make a chat mama. Poor the children of slaves. Aamiins.

"Ma, Anin left first yes," said I who had used a helmet.

"You gonna catch up later?" Ask mama.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes already, but you leave with Aqil aja using a car. He just happened to be in town."

Etdah. "I use my own motorbike. I will definitely use the bike later. If I'm with Aqil, who will bring me to campus?" Take my ojek ogah!

"Aqil has a motor, matic too. You're the same as him, don't argue with Nin."

With the annoyance that I had difficulty closing, I took off the helmet and put it back to the back near the kitchen.

"Tuh Aqil is waiting in front." mama took me to the terrace and pointed Aqil who was driving papa's car the other who used to have my brother Nizam-branch. Madam Patrakomala's eldest child.

"Anin go first."

I do not like to ride the car more and do not like because the driver Aqil. Aqil was quiet, speaking as necessary. I am also a person who does not know how to interact with the opposite sex so tends to be quiet if the same sex. And the car atmosphere became deserted as a cemetery. I'm sure it will be a very frozen and tiring hour.

During the trip I decided to close my eyes until I fell asleep. The wobble on my arm woke me from a beautiful sleep. Eng, I feel dizzy immediately when I open my eyes. This is why I do not like to ride a car because I have a motion sickness. In the past, when I was able to take a motorcycle anywhere I chose to drive a motorcycle rather than follow my mom as well as ride a car. Or I don't choose to stay at home than follow my mom.

"Udah nyampe, let's go down." Aqil came down first after waking me up.

Consciousness has not returned completely. Tearing repeatedly I do until I realize that at this time in front of me stands a house that gedenya really use. Spreading my gaze around, I was made to be amazed as wide as the page. But where is this? Currently home in kikil soup aka Aqil?

The car window knocked from the side where I was sitting. Apparently Aqil's brother, maybe he's waiting for me to come out. With a sling bag on my shoulder and a small bag filled with toiletries and skin care, I opened the car door.

"Look inside, ayan and mother are waiting," Aqil then walked over to me. With quick steps I followed Aqil.

"Assalamu'alikum."

I say hello after Aqil. The man took me to the living room. Continue there sat the figure that I suspect his mother and father Aqil.

Brother Aqil greeted his mother and father who I followed. Remember gaes, manners.

"This must be Anin?" Guess her mother Aqil.

"Yes, Aunt."

Her mother Aqil patted the empty space next to her. "Sit's sitting next to my mom."

Mother? Lah time I pretended to be close so call her mother anyway. But I kept coming and sitting next to him. While Aqil brother was ready to go to the room.

"Well, Anin's grown up. Mommy heard you went to college here, how come you never stopped by the house?" Brother Aqil's mother stroked my back.

My childhood was a aunt. It's impossible! That's why I grew up. Anyway, how do I want to stop by here try? My men just met him.

"Yes aunty, I'm in college here."

Mother, ekhem. My mother asked me many things. What college did I study? Stay where? What GPA? I have a boyfriend not yet.

"Bun, Rahma's crying this." Good thing Kak Aqil came to interrupt the question of the mother who was like a police officer asking a criminal.

Uh, but there's a toddler in Aqil's sling? Whose son? Is it Aqil's brother?

"Mother's son why cry, hm?"

Lah? The toddler's the mother's son? Brother Aqil, seriously? Mommy at what age?

"Rahma Mother's child?" This mouth can't make you ask.

Mother even laughed. "Dad, Nin. Rahma is not intentionally there anyway," then mother laughed afterwards while breastfeeding Rahma.

I'm dumbfounded. The problem is, I'm sure this mother is over 40. And giving birth at that age has many risks. "Caesare's mother?"

"Dad, because pregnant at the age of the mother is very risky. Good thing Rahma and mom survived." Mother was buttoning her shirt back because Rahma had stopped crying and was now stalling her hand on me.

"I think he wants to be with you, Nin." Mother gave Rahma into my arms. First impression; weight. This Rahma is heavy because of her bulging body.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Rahma. Duh her cheeks are padlocked. How old is Rahma?"

"I'm a year and seven months old sister" replied the Mother.

Duh, pantes heavy. Rahma patted my cheek hard. This hurts anyway. But yes it is. I played with Rahma for a while. I see the clock. I think I should go because the meeting will start soon. I think I had to ride ojeg or not ask to pick up girl friends in SMEs.

"Rahma to Mommy yes, big sister should go." I handed Rahma back to Mother's arms.

"Anin where are you going? Just stay here,"

"That's Bun, Anin's going to college for a second."

"But it'll just be here, okay?"

Want me not to say yes because my mother is constantly pressing. "Keep Anin to the same campus who? Let Aqil interven, will you?"

I shook my head. Not yet I replied, Brother Aqil has opened his voice.

"Anin's got Kiana's motorbike, Bun. The bike was out of the garage."

Mother mangut. I say the same, ekhem. Same with Mom and Dad. Mother drove me forward and there was a pink matic motor there. Where, pink?

"STNK is in the trunk. You have a SIM, right?" Ask Aqil when I put on the helmet.

"There is."

"What do the bags go with?" Kak Aqil asked me about a bag containing toiletries and my skin care.

"This ...."

"Here's that bag, you're gonna be here too, right? so don't take it anywhere."

I was forced to give a bag to Aqil. I hope he doesn't mess around with my pantry. The danger! There is japanese bread.

"If so Anin goes first. Mother, Anin go first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Be careful, Nin!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam."