Married Hot Duda
8.

"So you let Nanda come home Saturday, Les?"

Lestari was aghast as her mother-in-law's voice echoed in the room. She had just told her husband that Nanda could not go home because of her new job. "I-busy?"

She did not expect at all if her mother-in-law eavesdropped on her conversation. As far as his father-in-law could hear, Lestari could only pray inwardly.

Prasetyo stood up and led his mother into the room. "Sit down, Mom ... Let Pras explain everything."

Yang Ti Padma snorted cynically. "Definitely the kid's planning to run away, to? Equally rich four years ago, just as he insisted on going to college there!"

Pras was silent, only leading his mother to sit on a bed with a cot made of wood. Lestari immediately stood up and pretended to set aside the ornate curtain whose rope had been torn off due to the ingestion of age.

Padma looked at Lestari who was looking down in fear. "Les .. Your child if you continue to pamper, can visit! You will lose. You are taught the same Ibuk to educate children who really let be obedient children, obedient children, even rich gini, to you apply it? You even support your son to be a dissident."

Lestari. His hand movements stopped. Not that Lestari actually wanted, but her son was pressured excessively of course a mother would not take it for granted, right?

Padmasari turned his head, dropping the heavy lace veil on his shoulder. Padma's white hair that has not had time to be rewired neatly. "What are you looking for now, huh? This is the will of a deceased person, loh. If not, then it will be good. Want you to live a quiet life because the spirit of your father-in-law keeps coming to you every night."

"Open already. Don't be angry with Lestari. Wrong is me, when Nanda asked for college I permission. Lestari is not pampering Nanda .. There I told Lestari to give Nanda permission to come home Saturday." Pras mediates. He felt sorry for his wife who was constantly being cornered and blamed by her mother.

Old mata Padma buy. Of course he was surprised to remember that Pras had always been obedient to him. Padmasari was angry to hear that so he immediately rebuked his son. "God, pantes to ... Your father comes every night to promise when to marry his grandson Kang Mas Said! You're the one who doesn't want to talk about your father's jokes?"

"Nanda just got to work, Buk .. So if you have to go home, pity. If still singsetan ndak dateng also ndak nothing, right usually?" Pras tried to assuage his mother's anger.

"If the past is yes, but if now you must attend in honor of Kang Mas Said's family, to?" Padma stood up, her sharp and firm gaze fixed on Pras. The old woman still did not believe in the behavior of her son, who had the heart to refute all his words. Suddenly Padma suspected, this was also one of the plausibilities of Pras and Lestari, considering Nanda was reluctant to marry with Said's descendants.

"It's hard not to know, Pras! You take care of the papers for Nanda's wedding. If Nanda still does not come that day, Ibuk will ask for an expedited wedding date. Even Sunday will be Nanda and Diwa's wedding day!" padma said firmly.

"Suspension or ndak depends on your upbringing! If during marriage you lead your child to be a good and obedient wife, the marriage will also last. Faithful Diwa depends on Nanda. You guys are a generation of advanced people who still think colot!" Padma grumbled with a neck movement full of scorn.

"Here you are, tired of being as clear as you who do not want to change for the good of the child! Anyway e you, Pras .. take care of the letters immediately, meet the ruler for marriage Nanda later. Just in case your son is a bully!"

Lestari who hugged the curtain pole and Pras looked at each other. Lestari's headband made Pras understand what his wife meant. But now, Pras can do nothing but agree what his mother wants. She was afraid her mother changed her mind and made things messy.

"It's difficult to go to the salon first, later tonight between Ibuk to the house of Diwa, Ibuk want to tell Ibuk's plan as well as the relatives." Padma gracefully walked out of her son's room and called Tejo to drive her to the subscription salon.

After his mother left, Pras took a deep breath while rubbing his face. Somehow he has to act now.

"Mas ... How should I tell Nanda?" Lestari approached her husband with her hands squeezing each other out of anxiety.

"Nanda is an adult, Buk .. don't have to say anything. Just get the show ready and give Nanda what she wants. As long as he hasn't come home, let him enjoy his time freely there." Pras exhaled a bulging breath at his neck.

Pras thought there was no need to repeat the words of his mother which even made his favorite little child worse.

Lestari nodded at her helpless-looking husband. She understood that her husband always harbored his own feelings, burdens, and pressure from his mother. That's why what Pras said, she tried to fret, she did not want to make her husband more burdened with her wishes. "Good Mas."

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