"What is it?" muttered mumut.
"You just came. Just rest so that Aunty Anah cooks. Aunty Anah's cooking is delicious." Bian smiled, kissing her cheek briefly.
"Yes, believe ... I just want to help Aunty Anah," protested Mumut.
"You just accompany me!" Bian chuckled.
"Okay, I'll make a drink first," Mumut stood up, but Bian immediately pulled her, so Mumut fell on Bian's lap.
***
Mumut rested her head on Bian's shoulder with their hands intertwined. Sometimes, they reminisced about the events that had passed, repeated jokingly and repeated words that they had been saying before. Sometimes they planned the future or the stories surrounding the present. The story between them flowed just like that and without pause. Sometimes they would tease each other and laugh, and Mumut liked it the most when she mocked her husband.