ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LIII: Mother Conspiracy

The sun was poking out behind the hill bestowing its golden radiance through the windows, forming a shadow of a stunning silhouette within the room. The shadow of the leaves of the mango tree next to the house dances along with the breeze, acted Prinia familiaris birds jumping cheerfully to welcome the morning.

Actually since I was awake, but what is the power of this pillow and bolster is asking me to continue to hug him. It feels very comfortable if there is no schedule for college. You can laze until noon if your mother does not reprimand.

“Come there! Drink cows at home. Mom will be at the market for a while. Let it be noon we can cook your favorite rawon!” said mother.

Alright.

I haven't talked to cows in a long time. Madness ran rampant for a moment. A casual but serious chat takes place in the cowshed. This is what I call sweet madness. I don't know why, I'm enjoying this madness. The cows were so enthusiastic about hearing my words. His wide eyes stared, while chewing the damen slowly.

“So gini the story, this Laras is angry because I was thought to be just messing with his feelings. What is that, Pi? Little screech. It is true that women with all their words. I didn't mean it, Pi. Am I wrong if I am sweet as a woman? Later if I jutek is considered arrogant ..” lamented while sitting squatting in front of the cage, observing the cows who continue to enjoy chewing. His dripping droplets flooded the cage.

“How did you not recover to, Bi? Still love talking cows!” said the mother who suddenly appeared.

He was drying my favorite shrimp crackers on the roof of the house, the sun shining brightly.

“Eh, anu Mak ..” I wave. Apparently my mother has long sniffed this disorder of mine. Even so, my mother resigned to my madness. As long as it's not taken to a psychiatrist, no problem.

“You again have the same problem Laras?” tangent mom.

“Not really there, Mak!” quickly answer.

“Peasiness Loh Laras. He's in Surabaya with no one. You have to go with him, Bi. Help Laras if there are difficulties,” advice mom.

Why should I? Mumbles.

“That's Mas Jono, Mak!” I said later.

“Mas Jono who?”

“Here's Barrel, Mak. I also know him kok.”

“Oh yes. Mr. Turonggo once told that if he had a bangakan in Surabaya,” said his mother later.

Tuh right?

Because of confiding with the cow, the mother tickled also responded. Especially if it's about Laras. Understandably, Baras' relationship with this mother is quite close. I smelled the scent of a conspiracy between my mother and Mr. Turonggo, to bring my relationship with Laras closer.

How not?

How Laras knew about the ins and outs of my life, when we rarely talked. Clearly this is the intervention of the mother who deliberately leaked state documents to Laras. Mother has become a big class espionage that should be watched out for. Even Laras also knows the size of my shoes up to the size of my pants! The barrel never guessed, and the answer was correct!

My suspicions were heightened when my mother regularly exchanged food with the Turonggo family. Bilateral relations are quite unnatural, considering there are several hundred propped up in our village, but why should the Turonggo Family be sent food?

There was an initiative to ask this to my mother. So one afternoon, after cleaning the cow dung, I found my mother sewing in the living room, in a cool style. I deliberately brought some torn pants, so that it could be sewn by mother.

“Mak ...,” my sap.

“What Bi? Later after the magrib between your sister les to Pak Hadi ya?” said mother while continuing to focus on the seams, so as not to embroider wrong.

Weni, my little sister is usually tutoring at the home of Mr. Hadi, one of the senior teachers. Even when I was in SD I was taught by him.

“I want it, Mak!”

“It's opo, Bi?”

“Why do you often send food to Pak Turonggo?” I asked while picking fried cassava which is still smoky. Next to him was a glass of bitter tea. Just know my favorite mom. Bitter tea combined with fried cassava is a five-star culinary that I can not meet anywhere other than in this house.

“Pak Turonggo is a good man. Your father's friend for a long time. Even though your father died, we should not break up with him,” replied my mother while continuing to sew my torn pants in the cell*ngkangan.

“Laras don't have a boyfriend to, Mak?” I asked that little sensitive matter. This is a trick question, so that the mother can explain further.

“Lha is why? You don't want to be his girlfriend? Or do you have a boyfriend?” cecar mom.

“Yes it's okay, Bi. My mom hopes that you will be a successful person. If you are successful, your mother is very happy. As long as it's successful, don't let it be like a bean forget the skin yo,” said mother.

“Iya Mak's. Mom hasn't answered my question,” my protest.

“Laras has no boyfriend yet. The same person he was. The barrel is a good girl, Bi. Beautiful, cooking pinter ..of course there is no match in this village. Hence many bachelors who ogled him ...”

“Lho, mom wants me to marry Laras?” ask me to the point.

“Yes mom wants you to get the best, Bi. Not necessarily Baras, but the important thing is dear to you.”

Mom's answer was quite diplomatic, without directly mentioning that I should marry Laras. But my brain understood exactly where my mother was talking. And in my shadow, at least I have to have a decent job, have a house and a car, before moving on to the guarantee.

Like the Ramadan Inspiration.

The problem of women, of course, will come by itself. Mumpung is still young, I have to expand my horizons as much as possible, not to be lulled by love problems. The world out there is still vast. The German state is still stretched. I would love to set foot in Berlin, the capital of Germany. May it not be just a dream during the day. Because I wasn't born into a family like Andre. Capital is also mediocre. Material or looks!

What else can I be proud of?

Unfortunately, I am me. Ordinary men are easily attracted to the tenderness of women. Since SD to High School never tasted what is dating. Closer to the women, feeling trembling was like seeing a pocong! I prefer to wallow in my own world, and lack empathy for the environment around me.

In college, I saw a bigger world. Seeing the world with her flickering, beauty of women and all kinds of worldly honey. Of course it is very reasonable if the time of college transforms into a little wild. Want to taste that mouthful of worldly honey.

Just drop.

By nightfall, my village was already shrouded in silence. The wind slowly rattled the hair. I was sitting in the terrace halls, enjoying the silence of the night while listening to Javanese gending from the radio.

Ck-ck-ck!

The chirping sound that was chasing on the wall, sounded as if mocking. When alone like this, it disturbs the heart to find a chatting friend. But who? I don't know any of my peers in this village. My best friend is Pardi. Unfortunately, he also left me forever.

A mobile phone, to check the list of names in the phone book. Not many names listed there. Only the phone numbers of family and close friends. For a moment, I remembered the piece of paper with Lusi's phone number.

Should call?

Better not. She's already married. It's not good to disturb other people's homes. After all, I've buried deep all the memories with him. I won't scavenge back the old stories between us.

Drrrtt!

Drrrtt!

Finally my phone vibrated too. Apparently Darwis called. Nothing, than no friends talking.

“What Dar?” my sap is not excited.

“I want to ask about metal science material can not?”

Damnit damnit!

I just want to get away from the matter of college and its descendants. Darwis suddenly called just to ask about the lecture material, the most complicated as well. Suddenly my stomach is nauseous. Dervish's tega ruined my mood tonight!

He thinks I'm a lecturer?

Click!

I turned off my phone without answering a word. I don't want the feel of this vacation to be ruined because I think about the process of calculating the toughness of a metal material! Far away I excommunicate myself in Jombang, in order to rest the brain, this is even forced to discuss about the most complicated science!

There's no morals of the Dervish!

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