The front of Mercedes Benz pull over a kampung house, other cars are parked nicely in the compound.
I jump at the excited feeling. We've been through a 12 hours drive and jammed, words couldn't describe how relieved I felt when my husband finally park the car in front of my mom's house.
He chuckles at my expression. "Are you that happy?" he massages his neck slightly, the muscle tensed after the long journey.
"Mestilaaa! Sapa tak excited???" I beam at him.
He hums, cracking his joints and unlock the door to let me leave. As soon as I put my feet on the ground, I heard my smallest nephew screaming "Mak Tok!!!!! Makngah dah sampaii!!!!!" and raced to hug me.
I let out a laugh when he finally wrap his small arms on my thigh, I pull him up, dropping kisses all over his cheeks.
"Mana Ayah Ngah?" he search for the sign of my husband, clearly he was biased towards Kyungsoo, and not me.
I put him down, pouting a little. "Cari Ayah Ngah ke?" my husband pops his head out of the bonnet, he smiles dearingly at his favourite kid.
"AYAH NGAAAHHHH!!!!!!" again, he went racing to Kyungsoo, climbing up the muscular man.
I heard my name being call, and I turn around to see my grandmother at the front door. My eyes turn soft, the woman I always love is standing just infront of me.
"Mak Tok." I climb the stairs to hug her, we haven't meet since my wedding. And it's already 8 months.
"Mana suami angah nya?" I am just about to shout for him, when he show up with my nephew in his arm, while a bag on the other.
Oh god his arm veins.
Ya Allah, makruh ke puasa kalau I'm drooling over my own husband?
"Assalamualaikum Mak Tok." he put down the little soldier, proceed to salam and hug Mak Tok. "Sihat?"
"Mak Tok sihat. Mak kamu kata menantu dia pandai masak. Yang ni ke?" Kyungsoo widen his eyes while I laugh at the door.
"What. Did. You. Told. Mama?" he send me a glare which I quickly ignore by asking Mak Tok another question.
"Mak dah sampai ye Mak Tok?" and I left him behind, puzzled and staring holes at me.
"Kung.. Kungg.. Kungsu ye nama laki kamu?" she looks at me while her hand expertly tie the ketupat.
I feel my whole body shaking, Kyungsoo on my side is elbowing me to stop laughing. A laugh finally escape from my lips, my face scrunch funnily.
"Kyungsoo MakTok. Kyungsoo." I correct her.
"Kungsu? Alah maktok tak reti. Maaf ye Kungsu."
"Ahh Maktok macam mana eh. Kyungsoo. K. I. O. N. G. S. U. Kyungsoo."
"Ohh Kiongsu. Apa pelik sangat nama laki kau ni ngah"
I can't contain my laugh anymore. To Kyungsoo's horror, I drop the onion to laugh crazily with knife in my hand. He quickly pull the knife from me.
"Sebab.. Sebab–" I take my breath to answer Maktok question.
"Itulah cucu mak. Orang Melayu taknak. Hendak juga dia kat orang Korea. Itu lah nama lain dari orang tu." my mom answers nonchalantly from the kitchen.
Kyungsoo rubs his neck, his face is already red. "Maktok panggil abang jelah. Abang Ngah pun boleh maktok." he sheepishly suggest.
I nod. I try to stand up from my seating position, but Kyungsoo grip me tightly.
"Apa?"
"Jangan tinggal abang please.." he half pleaded. I playfully raise my eyebrow to tease him.
"Saya ada banyak kerja. Bye abang." I loosen my hand from his grip, continue towards the kitchen. He is giving me death glares all the way.
Kyungsoo's head snaps towards Maktok as she clears her throat. "Maktok dengar abang ngah reti masak?"
My laugh erupt from the kitchen. I swear I can see Kyungsoo's face turning white with all maktok's curiousity.
Have fun answering, abang.
A/N
Let's just admit everyone. We all want Kyungsoo as our husband. He's like— the most perfect husband we could ever ask for.
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