I'm Not a Mandul Woman
Chapter 36. Nostalgia with the story next door

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Before entering the house they had cleaned themselves. What they will visit is a baby, so they must be sterile especially after traveling far from the city.

Yemima, the name of Romi's sister, smiled kindly as she greeted her guest.

"Well, is this my sister-in-law's candidate?" mima asked as she shook hands with Yulia.

"His name is Yulia, and this is her nickname, Rima. Just pray for the deck, hopefully everything is in control!" said Romi glanced at Yulia who met red cheeks.

"Introduce mbak! I'm Yemima, call me Mima, mbak Yulia. Please sit down, ma'am. Come on, consider it your own home."

"Yes, thanks Mima!" reply Yuli.

"Where's the baby, Aunt Mima?" shila was impatient to see her newborn sister.

"Patience, dear. But you have to promise not to be noisy, right? baby is fussy!" Shila was enthusiastic.

"Pinter's son, let's go to that room. Baby's still sleeping." Mima rubbed his nephew's cheeks in a frenzy, then took the two towards the room. Yulia and Romi followed behind them.

Rima and Shila looked at the tiny baby in astonishment. All parts of her face are so adorable. Shila prancing prancing so happy.

"Mother! Dad, Shila's gonna have a little bitch like this, right? Very funny Mother!" touching baby's red cheeks.

"The name's baby Michael baby, sister Shila can call baby Mike. Now Shila is a big sister!"

aunt Mima's speech made Shila dissolve in happiness.

"Shila, Shila's so noisy. Grandma can't rest!" said Bu Alvi reprimanding his grandson who did not want to be silent.

That afternoon they rested while chatting, then ate and heard the Adhan Zuhur.

"Yul, if you want to pray ask your aunt. He is also as confident as we are, must have the same place of prayer. I want to go to the mushala first, pray there." said Romi who had changed his sarong with a white shirt top and white pepper as well. For a moment Yulia was stunned by the look of Romi, looking different. And when he realized he immediately nodded, Romi smiled broadly in front of him.

"Why?" she still asked with a smile.

"Eh, eng_no. Ta_ who I thought. Mr. Romi is so different wearing clothes like that!" than to be expected that is not better to admit with a little embarrassment.

"Why? more handsome then?" the question again teased Yulia who met red.

"Ih, who said. Yes, I asked aunty to borrow her face. But I want to follow Mr. Romi to mushala aja, it is not good if you pray here." Mima, who heard their conversation, took the initiative to take the meeting.

"Sir Yulia, I have kok mukena, usually I save if there are brothers who want to use, just take it." said Mima as she headed to her room.

Yulia looked at Romi frowning.

How well the family tolerances are good. Mima to provide mukena if there is a Muslim family stay, or just borrow a place to pray. Before long Mima came carrying a white bone mucena along with prayer mats in a bag.

"Thank you Mima, I'll wear it first!" Mima nodded with a smile.

The distance of the Mushala is only a few dozen meters from Mima's house. The four of them walked with Shila and Rima, and at that time a mother also seemed to be going to the mushala.

"Bak just want to go to mushala too?" the mother asked Yulia.

"Yes, Mom!"

"Well, you're a compatible couple. Her son is beautiful too. Uh, I guess they're the same age, but the face is different. Are they identical twins?" the mother asked the suit to observe the two children holding hands.

"Ohh, different beaches. I guess I've never seen you two, new residents of this complex, or guests?" she still wanted to know about Romi and Yulia.

"We're guests Mom! He's Yemima's older brother, whose house is just two different houses from my mother's!" showing the finger to Romi, who had entered the mushala. The mother looked surprised.

"Yemima, who just gave birth to it? Masya Alloh, I did not think that his family was Muslim!" the shock was very visible on his face.

"It's just him, his family's different Mom! The others I know are still the same as Mima!" the mother nodded in understanding and then remained silent. Because the congregation is starting soon.

At two in the afternoon they say goodbye to Mima and Christian, her husband Mima and Bu Alvi who will stay for two weeks there.

On the way home, there was no sound of children like this morning. Apparently the two fell asleep with each other leaning their heads and shoulders.

"Yul, later we will not have to use any fiancee event. Get married, you have to wait again! I've known for too long that I've been waiting for you. Afraid of fear, it's been too long!" joked Romi straight to the point.

Yulia looked astonished.

"What is Mr. Romi. Are you sure I will accept your proposal?"

I haven't had any premonitions or dreams from last night, why? Although it is undeniable, I feel comfortable and happy close to my father! Julie.

"Must be sure dong! If I'm not sure where I might have booked you yesterday. Not playing just say I love you, keep going there the way here, like dating people keep kebablasan. Do you want to be like that?" said Romi who only glanced for a moment, he must focus on driving.

"Yes, not really, sir!"

If I don't need the money, I still want and feel at home. If I could run, I'd better run, go out of town and work for the money. I still have a little bit of insecurity if I get married quickly. But that's impossible, I can't leave a sick mother. I love Shila too. Uh!

"Yul, how do you daydream?" Yulia. Eyes blinked.

"Eh, what sir?"

"We'll stop by here!" Yulia saw they had parked in front of the cake shop.

"But the children are still sleeping, sir?" Yulia looked back. Both children are still sleeping.

"Do you need to wake up?" ask Yulia again.

"Eh, no need. We're sitting where we can get them to see if they're out." Yulia nodded, then got out of the car with Romi side by side.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Aunt Nisa! Wuuah, the shop's getting better!" father Romi to the shop owner's mother.

"Waalaikum salam. Who is this, Auntie I forgot!" said the aunt while laughing and gently hit Romi's arm with the tray he was holding. Romi also laughed, and they shook hands with Yulia.

"Know Aunt, this is my friend. Her name was Yulia, and she whispered in Aunt Nisa's ear, but she could still hear her.

"My future bedmate, Auntie! My ribs!" Yulia who heard him blushed her cheeks, lowered her head while smiling shyly.

"Oiya huh? Thank God then, you are finally Roman, practice hehehe...!" the middle-aged woman looked at Yulia gently and smiled kindly.

"I'm dong, Tan! I'm the only one who hasn't been sreg. If the same is this, Inner Birth matches galicok, I! Steady anyway." they're still the two guyons.

"You're his style, Rom...Romi's..! Come on, sit down!"

"Eh, you didn't bring your son? Yes, even though Aunty long time not met with Aunt's grandson!" the mother grumbled. Now they sit three at the front of the store, so Romi can watch freely if his son gets out of the car.

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