ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LVIII: Gossip in the Car

At five o'clock in the afternoon, no more, Dahlia's car stopped in front of a rented alley. Mother and Weni were ready to carry her luggage. The twilight sun refracts a tinge of glitter in space, cluttering with a red mega-mega on the edge of the horizon. The afternoon wind blew softly, caressing the restless souls. I grabbed my mother's arm, helped cross a fairly congested road that afternoon. While Weni was holding tightly onto mother's clothes.

Dahlia was waiting across with a smile. Kissing mom's hand with solemnity. There was a turbulent feeling in the depths of the heart seeing that scene. Dahlia is so respectful to my mother, it's worth what I did to her mother Dahlia.

We immediately launched exploring Surabaya that afternoon. Mom is welcome to sit in the front, while me and Weni sit in the middle seat.

“The theme is Abi ya Nak?” ask mom.

“Iya Ma'am. My name is Dahlia, friend Mas Abi,” replied Dahlia kindly.

“Yesterday when my father died also came, Mak. Pangling time?” chirping.

“Wah, yes to? Forgive mom yes Nduk, understand parents so many lupanya. Thank you for taking me to his house. I am so not good later ngrepoti outgnaya Mbak ... what was his name?”

“Dahlia, Mum.”

“Oh yes, Mbak Dahlia,” says mother.

“Ndak bothered to Bu. There are lots of empty rooms in the house. In fact, I am happy, because in a quiet house. I stay with my mom,” story Dahlia.

Then the conversation continued warm. Two women when they meet will definitely chat uncontrollably. Me and Weni were just being loyal listeners. Even without sin, they giggled. I'm worried, you'll tell me my madness when you talk to a cow. This is a disgrace that should be kept well.

In fact, my mom told me!

My reputation was instantly shattered into pieces in front of Dahlia. I even saw Dahlia laughing endlessly at the ridiculousness I was doing. Mother's nun exposed this disgrace in front of Dahlia. They are like a pair of old friends who have not met. Gossiping as they please, chatting unimportant things. Even the price of curly chilies that soared lately was also the target of gossip. After that it goes to the gossip of Indian artists!

All righty!

I'm a mosquito repellent!

“If Mas Abi has a girlfriend yet, Mak?” ask Dahlia.

Now they are getting familiar! Call ‘Bu’ has changed to ‘Mak’.

I hope their familiarity is not excessive. New problems arise when they are too familiar. Dahlia had dared to ask the matter of boyfriend to mother.

Why not ask me directly?

“Owalaaah! Mana dares Abi is the same whose name is female. From a small age, he was shy. If not his mother who rumbles out, surely his work mediocre in the room continues. Don't know this. How dare it be just the same mom!” babble mom.

Good, Mak! Just strip me naked in front of Dahlia!

Dahlia just smiles at my mother's words. Maybe in his heart he laughed at me.

Or laugh at your mom for being lied to about my lug look?

“Mbok I ask help Ms Dahlia! Find a soul mate for my son!” pinta.

Mamp!

Helloow ... My mother is the most beautiful in the world! Please, your son isn't that kaliii....

“Mas Abi is handsome Mak. Must be able to find it yourself. Is it Mas Abi?” While giggling Dahlia glanced at me. Apparently he knew I was kind of prying over because of this unfortunate conversation. Basic Dahlia, she did not stop, instead she was getting more and more excited about interrogating mother.

“You want to get what kind of ghost?” search Dahlia again.

My feelings are getting bad. There is little regret, because it brings this woman together in one habitat. Perhaps the disgrace will be peeled away by the mother until the roots.

“If mom really wants a ghost who loves Abi. Keep patient ngadepin Abi. No need to be beautiful, because usually the pretty one wants a lot,” said the mother with a serious face.

Dahlia's smile grew. I don't know what that means. Could it be that he will compete in the competition exchange of potential ghosts? Because she feels less beautiful?

“Actually there is one village girl who matches Abi. My mom likes it too. But don't know what Abi likes?” said mother again.

The deg!

Duh, mom's getting out of control!

“What's the name, Mak?” Dahlia grew more violent advancing.

“Larasati.”

Jem!

“Oh, Mbak Baras?” In her tone of voice, Dahlia's voice sounded like she was laughing at me.

“Mbak Dahlia know?” Mother asked back.

“Neither, Mother. Only Mas Abi ever mention his name,” lies Dahlia. Though originally, Dahlia and Laras had met, even if only briefly.

“Later if they get married, I send you an invitation must come yes, Ma'am?”

For a long time, I was embarrassed to hear the increasingly heated chatter. Why was the topic chosen about my love life? Is there no other theme? Please, time gossip about the price of red onions which also skyrocketed. Please ....

Or obrolin Shahrukh Khan sono gih!

“I will definitely come, Mak.”

“If Mbak Dahlia already has a girlfriend?”

This time, replace the mother in control. The question made Dahlia a little flutter, trying to choose the right word to explain to mother.

“Numbered, Mak. Where does anyone want to be with me?”

“Lho, who said? Dahlia is a good person. It also seems to be a loving couple. Will definitely get a good soul mate someday,” said mother.

“Aamiin. Thank you yes, Mak” Dahlia looked blushed in embarrassment.

“Mbak Dahlia wants what?” is like

“I want a good like Mas Abi, Mak.”

Jem!

Back thousands of spears pierced the chest. My face flushed with embarrassment. I hope Dahlia is also joking about this one.

“Loh, Sister Dahlia likes Abi? If you want to get married straight away!” said mother.

Priiit!

Red card!

If in a football match, my mother has given me a red card gift, to leave the field immediately. I don't know what's on your mind, suddenly talking about marriage. Though not as small as I think about this one sacred thing. Can you wait to hold a grandchild?

I don't know.

“I'm still focused on college, Mom. Time to talk about marriage problems anyway?” my protest.

“Ya is planning on doing it, Bi. If you are already a mate is nothing to be hastened, rather than dating for a long time, it is not good to see a lot of people,” said the mother.

“Yes, wedding chips out it is packed grass yes, Mak!” sulokku.

“Lho by the way can't be, Bi. This good intent should be guaranteed. Insha Allah sustenance is borne by Allah.”

“Iya Mak!”

When did this car arrive? Why does this journey seem to take up to a dozen years?

“Emak want the way to where this runs out?” tawal Dahlia's.

“Wah, I don't know. My manut ...,” said plain mother.

“What if we go to Tunjungan only, Bi?” ask Dahlia. He asked me for advice too.

“ Yes Can...” I replied.

“We go directly to TP only? If you go home first, it will be far away. It's okay, Mak?” Dahlia.

Back mom nodded her sign in agreement.

The car glided through the crowds of the streets, creeping between the traffic density of Surabaya. The twilight had gone out of the day, towards the lively, slightly cloudy night. The children of men are again scattered on the face of the earth, looking for the weary antidote they wrought all day long.

They both continued the show ....

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