
Aurora thinks the holidays are a good time to spend alone with Dito. However, in fact the man was ready with a white shirt with cloth pants on his body.
Aurora blinked slowly, staring at Dito who climbed the stairs one by one while playing his phone.
"Formally, where are you going?" aurora asked after Dito was in front of her.
"To the office, papah told me to learn to lead the company so that the inauguration was not awkward. Mayan got some pocket money for both of us" said Dito.
Without thinking about the shirt that might get tangled, Dito lay on the living room sofa while closing his eyes. The news of the papa was too sudden to make Dito did not have any preparation, including staying up last night because he thought it was a holiday.
Just about to plunge into the dream world, the sounds of commotion and petty debate rang out in his ears. He glanced at the door and found his mother and father. Dito wakes up, as does Aurora.
"Have he said in an hour?" Dito protesting who still wants to sleep.
"Your mother is impatient, he said looking at the condition of the house. Want to know what kind of son-in-law lives like." Papah Dito glanced at his wife with a glance.
While being glimpsed busy paying attention to the aura of a different house since it was inhabited by his son and daughter-in-law. Mamah Dito's eyes piqued the sight of his son's shirt tangling the back.
"Why is the shirt tangled up to Dito? My mom doesn't like it the most!" the middle-aged woman's nag.
"So it was neat Mah, but left to sleep became tangled. Come on, you want to be coated in a suit will not look like."
"No way, mamah most do not like the same slovenly people huh. Replace it!" her door. Mamah Dito glanced at Aurora who stood sculpting. "You should be a wife to pay attention to the appearance of your husband, son. If people look at your name is bad," he told Aurora.
"Yes Mah, next time Rora is more sensitive."
"Well, Rora doesn't know anything. I've always been a big deal about cleanliness."
"Ck, go home to both of you." The middle-aged woman walked into the kitchen feeling extremely thirsty.
Making Aurora swallow her saliva rough.
"Dito!" yelled Mama Dito from the kitchen.
"Well, this is Dito's house and Dito already has a wife. If Mamah is angry like a bad Dito gini like Rora," persuade the man who does not want Rora to be offended by her mother's mouth that will turn chatty if about cleanliness.
"Where are Dito's emotions? This dining table is not a place to eat. Time just sort out the dining table just can't he? Aunt when's it coming?"
"Dito told aunt to come every 9am. Udahlah Mah, his name is also pregnant people must be mageran. Rora is too."
"Had he never been taught to his parents?"
"That's fine, Rora's afraid to hear," asked Dito to beg. The man takes care of Aurora's feelings, thinking her future is ruined because of her mistake.
Without Dito realizing all the talks in the kitchen were heard clearly by Aurora. The woman's chest felt tight and there was guilt for focusing on her own world.
"Mommy used to teach Rora kok Mah, but Roranya was lazy because she thought there was an aunt" Aurora said walking over to her husband and in-laws.
"It's good if you're self-conscious. Next time more diligent again, if not know the same cooking mamah maklumin kok because it is the duty of the maid. But finishing your own food seems outrageous!" mama Dito said without hiding anything. Moreover, the woman was not the hypocritical type, who praised someone who did not deserve to be praised.
"Mah!"
"Dito, mamah said gini because it has stopped Rora putri mamah!"
"Sorry Mah, Rora will learn again. Rora promises to pay attention to Dito's appearance as well as cleaning the others."
"It has to be!"
"Udahlah Ra, mending you to the room just don't listen to Mamah!" pinta Dito started to feel bad.
Dito understood Aurora knew nothing because she was born from a rich child. But in contrast to his mother who did educate his children independently from an early age despite having a lot of money.
"Well, what room, clean?"