Gaje
Part 70: New home

Two Weeks later

Haris came to meet Hani and Dimas, of course accompanied by Fani who from the beginning had supported all the decisions that would be taken by his only child.

Seen Hani and Airin are tidying up the groceries for the baby who has been growing in the womb Airin, the two women seem to often spend time together as long as Jasmin is not at home.

"Oh my goodness, so inget used to last have a baby 24 years ago.Nih, the color of soft pastel gini color is suitable for baby girl Rin," tell Hani while folding and rubbing the baby clothes.

Airin smiled a little. "Yes mah.. mamah will definitely bother if you take care of the baby again now."

"Ah, Mama anyway seneng if there is a baby at home. will not bother, even make at home."

"Surya wants us to have nanny."

Hani glared in shock. "Why? Mama can still take care of the baby."

Airin mangosteen and smile while rubbing her distended stomach, she can't wait to see the figure of the tiny baby from her love for Surya.

"Well, there's Haris." When Airin looked up, he found Haris already standing next to Hani who was busy tidying up clothes.

Haris smiled awkwardly towards Airin, hearing Haris' name called Hani also took his eyes off.

Haris gulped his hard-earned saliva, Hani was silent with a flat look at him.

"Mih..," said Haris in a soft voice.

Now that Haris and Hani are sitting opposite each other, Hani crosses her arms in front of her chest while Haris only dares to duck.

"So. a week ago... Haris just returned to Bandung."

Hani sighed and looked at Haris who started talking.

"Directly deal with sales problems for some mebeul sent to Kalimantan with Jakarta."

"You know what else Mih... Haris needs money to make Jasmin's living. Therefore, Haris just came here to meet Mami," said Haris nervously. Even though he had trained, in the end Haris was still afraid of Hani. This is a matter of the future, Haris must be careful.

Hani rubbed her face in a huff, there were two tear spots as she recalled Jasmin who was married to the figure of a boy before her. The boy he had known since childhood even, now Jasmin Hani sent to his father's place very far, making Hani feel guilty.

"Haris will try to be a good husband for Jasmin.please, love Haris a chance to be happy with Jasmin, and make Jasmin seneng stay with Haris." Haris ventured to look at Hani, the anxious face of Haris so clearly Hani could see with both her eyes and her head.

"Do you have money?" ask Hani suddenly.

"Eh, how's Mih?"

"That's why you have the money to take Jasmin to Holland? Said sold out mebeul a lot. was Fani tell you, the result is good."

Haris smiled a little. "There's Mih."

"Yaudah, bring Jasmin here, sayin mami kangen."

Haris's smile grew wider with perfectly sparkling eyes. "So... How's mih?"

Hani smiles along, but still keeps her prestige of not going down.

"Mommy is not angry with you," Hani added in a calm voice.

"Mihs... Haris can be honest?"

Hani frowned. "What?"

Haris bit her lip and smiled like a child. "These are... Haris went with Jasmin to Holland. We're already...."

"Stop! Stop that!" hani cuts off Haris' words making the boy laugh.

"Mommy can't shadow you the same Jasmin."

"Yes, we're adults, hehe...."

"Mihs. Get ready to be grandma, wkwkwk...“.

"YES THE SON OF FANI!"

***

Haris parked his car in a yard that has a small garden, the house was a minimalist model like the typical joglo design of Javanese island houses, but with a modern impression as illustrated in the color of his paint. Yes pink and pastel blue, Jasmin's favorite color.

"Whose house is it?" jasmin asked when Haris had removed the seat belt.

"Want to know what you want to know?" canda Haris while smacking a smile,

Jasmin patted her husband's lips slowly. "Ah old you. I want to go back, want to take a shower, Nold."

Haris giggled, "Iye iye. come down."

Haris precedes Jasmin to enter the house and Jasmin follows from behind, his face already very pale because it did not rest at all after traveling far from the Netherlands to Bandung.

Oh yes, Haris did not accompany Jasmin home to save time, but Haris sent a plane ticket to the Netherlands so that Jasmin could go home alone. So gini if the same marriage Haris, must be independent should not be invited.

“Lu is very evil anyway.. on the plane I did not have a chat earlier," complained Jasmin while stomping his feet to the floor.

Haris. "Well, can we talk now. Wanna discuss what? Revised Law?"

"It's weird right now," continued Haris while choosing the key to enter the house, this makes Jasmin more astonished.

"Ris, whose house is this? Lu recklessly entered in," Jasmin scolded as Haris managed to open the door. Haris's smile grew more and more.

Haris opened the door wide, the main room displayed a void without furniture, and Haris directly led Jasmin to enter. Getting inside, Jasmin can enjoy the coolness of the minimalist house, a quiet house even though it does not have a set of chairs or sofas.

Jasmin smiled. “Ris...”.

"Min..," Haris replied as she returned Jasmin's smile.

"So, this is our home. You like?"

Jasmin nodded with sparkling eyes implying a sense of haru.

"The plan, on the terrace I will keep a wooden swing. Well where we stand this I want to simple sofa same small table doang for TV. Just keep it there...." Haris pointed at the wall that looked empty.

"Photos of our wedding. Hehe"

"Did, gumush," said Jasmin still with an uncontrollable cute look.

Haris placed both of his hands on Jasmin's shoulders and gently squeezed them.

"Aa.a.," call Jasmin soft.

Haris giggles, still hilarious because Jasmin calls him Aa, which sounds quite romantic, but Haris is still not used to it.

"Since when have you thought of 18+ gini?"

Haris was misbehaved, all he did was smile indistinctly while looking down.

"Surya and Airin got married. There, Aa thought Min. if life can not mess around. We have to have a purpose, and I realize, if my purpose is you...."

Jasmin looked at Haris, crazy, his best friend turned out to be able to change because he saw other people, whereas in the past Haris if diasehatin did not work.

"Gue knows, happiness or the way we change cannot be seen or taken from the benchmark of happiness. We have to have our own principles. But, there is no harm, if for example the principle of my life now is to make myself and you happy. As your husband, and I will make you happy as my wife. Simple it's Min my life now," explained Haris in a way that still seemed timid.

"We are already like this... Can we still fight?" jasmin asked innocently, it made Haris laugh.

"I'm laughing!" Jasmin nudged her husband's arm quite hard, until Haris grimaced with the elbow.

"Yes you are funny. Yes ordinary Min, our cake is ordinary loh, you're my jam, we're kicking, I'm your fad. nothing's gonna change. It's weird that we turn romantic."

Jasmin laughed, there was a point in Arnold's words as well.

"Eh A.. What the hell is this?" Jasmin was shocked when he saw Haris' unusual face, the girl touched Haris's face and grabbed him, right in the philtrum, a little rough in the area when Jasmin's fingers touched her.

Haris frowned, while Jasmin still felt his face.

"What? Nothing at all," replied Haris astonished.

"Oh Allah, Ris," said Jasmin in shock as she covered her mouth dramatically.

"Why?!" ask Haris no less surprised. "Lu mustache... hehe...!"

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