Not the Perfect Wife
40. Agree
"Mother's not here, Oma?" ask Afrin.
At this time they are enjoying breakfast, maybe because some days Yasna often come so, it feels strange if Yasna is not there.
"No, I'll see you later too, right? At school" answered Karina.
"Why don't you just stay here?"
"If Afrin wants you to sleep here, Afrin has to pray a lot."
"Said Alin's friend, Papa equally mother should marry first. Why aren't you married?"
Karina and Emran stare at each other, they are confused as to what to explain. Afrin is too small to understand.
"Today, what will Afrin bring?" Karina tried to divert the conversation.
"Alin wants some pudding."
"Incidentally, Oma made a pudding with two flavors, there's chocolate equal strawberry, Afrin want to taste what?"
"You both, chocolate later for you, strawberry for Alin."
Karina stuffed the pudding into the lunchbox for Afrin. They continued their breakfast. Today Emran does not take the children, later in the afternoon there is a meeting. Karina's gonna take them to school.
"You guys delivered Oma, yeah. Papa has a meeting" said Emran.
"Yes, Pa."
Afrin went out with Karina. Aydin was also about to leave, just one step away, the boy turned around and said something to Emran.
"If Papa wants to marry Aunt Yasna, Aydin agrees." Aydin left immediately without waiting for Emran's approval.
Emran was still gawking at Aydin's words, he did not believe what he heard, but Aydin was not a pleasant-talking person, surely what he said earlier was the truth.
Emran is very happy, he will tell Yasna. No, he would talk directly to his future wife, he would make a lunch or dinner appointment.
Elsewhere, Yasna just arrived at the building where she used to teach, a short message went to her phone.
Emran:
"Later noon, I'll wait at the xxx restaurant. Don't forget."
Jasna:
"Yes, Mum."
'Why did Emran eat lunch? Has something happened?' ask Yasna in my heart.
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At 12:00 p.m. Emran waits for Yasna in the restaurant where he promised, not a fancy restaurant let alone a romantic, just a simple restaurant. However, very comfortable, making people feel at home for a long time there. Not long awaited to come.
"Assalamualaik."
"Getishalight."
"Sorry, Mas. Long-waited?"
" No, I just came along too."
"What do you want to order?" Emran gives Yasna a menu book.
Yasna mentioned her order and it was written by the waiter who had just arrived.
"What's up, Mom? Is something going on?"
"Is there something I need to eat with you?"
"Usually we always eat rame-rames, just weird, when Mas took lunch together."
"Maybe, after this we'll often eat together."
"I mean, Mas?"
"Na, Aydin has agreed to our marriage."
"Mas, seriously?"
"I never joke about our future."
"Are you sure? Is Aydin not kidding?"
"Aydin is not that kind of person. If you don't believe it, later or tomorrow, you can come home and talk to him."
Yasna nodded, she agreed to Emran's suggestion, she was also eager to talk to Aydin. He never talked to the boy alone.
"I want to talk to him too." Yasna terrnyum, he can't wait to meet and talk from heart to heart, with the prospective child.
A waiter came, served their ordered food.
"Eat first, you need a lot of energy to deal with Aydin."
Yasna chuckled at hearing that.
"He's not that cruel. I'm sure he still has the kids side, even though he always refuses to say little."
After lunch, Emran returned to the office. While Yasna, she was going to Emran's house, she wanted to hear directly from Aydin's mouth, if she had allowed him to be a connecting mother to herself and Afrin.
"Assalamualaik."
"I'm taking the bike, Mom."
"Come, in! But Afrin just went to bed."
"It's okay, Mom. Where is Aydin?"
"He's always in the room, out just eating."
"May I go there, ma'am?"
"May, but if he's angry, don't take heart, yeah!"
"Yes, Mom." Yasna walked towards Aydin's room. Several times here, make Yasna know where the room location of the residents of this house.
Yasna knocked on Aydin's room door several times, the owner of the room finally opened the door in annoyance. Yasna smiled in response.
"Can Aunty come in?... There's something Aunty wants to talk about."
Aydin just widened the door without saying anything. Yasna walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.
"here." Yasna patted the side next to him, asking that Aydin sit down.
Aydin said without saying much, he sat a little far from Yasna.
"Tante wants to ask, you answer honestly, yes? .. is it true that you have agreed, Aunt married papa?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Is it true from your heart? Or someone is torturing you? Aunty does not want, if you accept Aunt just because you have to, if you do not like, say? Auntie would be happy to hear that."
"May I ask you something?"
"Yes, please."
"Will Aunt always love me and adek forever? Will Auntie be fair to us if someday, Auntie has a child?"
"If Aunty has children, Aunty will always love you, under any circumstances, but Aunty will not be able to have children. Do you mind if you only have one sister?"
"Why can't aunts have children?"
"If it's time, you'll understand."
"I don't mind if I only have one sister, after all many small children, too much trouble."
Yasna smiled, right as she expected, Aydin is not a stiff person, he just needs to get closer.
"So you really, are sincere if Aunt married papa?"
Aydin just nodded, making Yasna smile.
The door of the room opened, looking Afrin who just woke up there.
"Mother," call Afrin.
"Kok know Mommy's here?"
"There's a bottle of Mommy on the lual, I asked oma, oma said Mommy is here."
"Come, out! Brother wants a break," Yasna asked. "Auntie's out first, huh?"
"Heemm," Aydin murmured in response.
Yasna carried Afrin away from Aydin's room.
"Oma where is it?"
"There." Afrin pointed to the direction of the living room and it turned out to be true, Karina was there.
Yasna sat on the sofa, and she sat Afrin beside her.
"Na, I'm sorry, I heard you guys talking, did Aydin really agree, you and Emran got married?" ask Karina.
"Yes, Mom."
"Alhamdulillah."
"Mom, are you going to bless us?"
"Of course, otherwise you wouldn't be here."
"Thank you, Mom."
Yasna is very happy today, everyone in this family accepts and loves her.
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