Not the First
EP. 18 Urun Potted

At exactly 21.00 WIB, Dhiza approached Pras who was still chatting with Wibie and Ardi. While carrying Auriel was fussy, he also brought his son's milk bottle.

"Mas, Auriel is going to sleep. We go home yuk? bring Dhiza.

"Why don't you just fuck in here. Together with his friends," said Ardi.

"He, if he wants to sleep, has to swing first. Swings are only at home" Pras said.

"Well, this little bitch is spoiled," Wibie pinched the chubby cheek of Auriel who was still in her mother's arms.

"Yes, but when it's good we move into the bed. He did not look for his swing again even though he was awake. Understand the habits of his momong first. So get carried away until now," explained Dhiza.

"Ok, pretty boy. We go home yuk. Here carry Papa," Pras took his daughter from his wife's sling. Then they immediately left the house of his neighbor who was considered like his own brother.

"It's pudding and pickling. You are hungry at night. Her pudding was the mother who made the tablets," Oma held out a box of fruit pudding and a pack of pickles on Dhiza before they exited the side door.

"Well, thank you, Oma. Very salty," cried Dhiza.

"Eat a lot so that your child does not fuss. It could be that your milk is lacking, Dhiza!"

"Yes, he's the hardest when told to eat vegetables. Cuisine until wasted," Pras immediately chimed because this was the opportunity he collected his uneg-unegnya, mumpung no Oma. Dhiza definitely won't argue with anything Wibie's mother says.

Dhiza pinched her husband's waist, she felt irritated because Pras liked to argue with Oma.

"Eh, don't be. Husband's right. Not only for your health but also think about your child's breast milk needs,"

"Yes, Oma. This pudding and sauerkraut I'm abisin,"

"Keep I'm not divided" Pras protested.

"You're not breastfeeding anymore" said Dhiza, feeling victorious.

"Early. His son was impatient to swing," Oma immediately expelled the two who began to whistle tense about food.

"Don't forget. Tomorrow morning take breakfast here aja," cried Oma a little loudly because Pras and Dhiza have arrived at the door of his house.

"Yes, Ma. With pleasure," said Pras with a little exerting his voice so that it could be heard Oma who had closed the two houses' barrier doors again.

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After Dhiza and her husband returned home, Oma asked her two children and her daughters-in-law to sit together. There is something he wants to say immediately.

"Sit down! Rey and Ardi are also sitting here. We have a casual conversation," invite Oma who first sat in the family room. He turned off Chanel TV which was left on so that all focus on what he wanted to say.

"What's up, Mom? It looks serious?" asked Wibie who took a position next to her mother. He hugged the woman and landed a soft kiss on her forehead before she sat down and leaned on the shoulder of the most beloved.

"Don't be too serious, this is just a conversation between the mother and her children. It could be said that it's important not to, either,"

"Yes, Mom. We are ready to listen well" said the Whitea who sat beside her husband, on Rey's side.

"The late father left this house with the condition of the building is still the same as before, there is also a land that has now been established Wibie house with money of his own work. In addition, we still have a convection business that can support our families until now. You know, right? Ever since Father left us all, the venture was managed entirely by Wibie and is now being continued by his wife,"

Sumua who heard Oma's words was silent. Not yet able to catch where their parents talk? Both Wibie and Witha as her biological children can only wait until Oma completes her explanation.

"Now you have a job and live well. They all have happy couples and small families. I want you to stay like this, get along well with your siblings and keep the cord of friendship even if you are not with you anymore. For that, in order to maintain the harmony of our family and fulfill the mandate of the deceased father, it's good if we talk about the issue of division of inheritance at this time,"

"Mom, it doesn't have to be that way. Me and Witha will remain like this even though there is no share - for the inheritance as the mother said earlier," Wibie interrupted the mother's conversation because she thought it was too early to discuss the matter.

"Yes, Mom. Don't be too serious. Me and Mas Wibie don't mind that, anyway" said Witha.

"No, Son. It can't be like that. In our religious teachings, the inheritance of parents must be divided according to the rights of their children so as not to cause discord in the future. The main one as already mother's expression-expressed before. Mother wants us to stay harmonious and maintain friendship,"

"If it's mother's decision, we'll go with it" said Witha.

Wibie just nodded his head in agreement. He looked at his mother's face carefully, worried that something was hidden by his mother because she suddenly talked about inheritance.

"You don't have to look at me like that, I'm still healthy. Not going to die yet" Mother protested as Wibie unceasingly looked at her.

"Not that, Mom. I'm worried that you're getting married again and want to live in this house with your new husband. That's why I called all of us,"

"Less asem. My mother is 48 years old. Where does the thought of marrying again, if the intention to go there is long ago," protested mother.

"Ha.ha." Everyone laughed out loud.

They know that even though the age of the mother approaches the head of five, their mother looks younger than her age. His skin is tight and clean. His body shape is also still like an 18-year-old teenager. The tiny mother's stature made her look youthful all the time.

"Mom continue, yes. Don't cut off your talk before you're done talking,"

"Yes," said Wibie and Witha simultaneously while holding a smile on their lips. While Rey and Ardi were silent, they listened to what the next mother would say.

"Your father used to say, the house that I live in now is reserved for Vitha. The land that Wibie occupied was also prepared by Dad for his favorite son. So you do not compare if this house is more expensive than the land occupied by Wibie or vice versa. If there's more or less than you can get, please take it easy so we can live a quiet life,"

"Yes...,"

"Eit...mother said no one should cut off the conversation," hurriedly mother raised her index finger and placed it in front of her face. A warning to Wibie who has been trying to cut the conversation.

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