ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LIX: Nge - Mall

Although it was a bit cloudy, the night was bright for mother and Weni. They seemed fascinated when they set foot in Plaza Tunjungan, the largest mall in Surabaya City.

The giant building is crowded with visitors of various kinds, from the grassroots to the upper class. The grassroots, dressed in tacky colors with the usual brand diobral or 75 percent discount.

As for the upper class, dress elegantly with a well-known brand whose price can make fasting seven days and seven nights!

Even so, on that night all kinds of humans were mixed up regardless of which strata they came from!

Mother and Weni were not bored to see the interior of the mall that was so luxurious. Stores with eye-indulgent displays, graceful mannequins, and salespeople with skirts that tempt the faith. Weni got the Teddy Bear doll she had long coveted. The price of the doll was enough to make the stomach nauseous.

Thankfully, there was Dahlia.

“I'll pay you nyicil yes, Lia,” I whispered to Dahlia.

Anyway, I don't want to burden Dahlia with expenses that have nothing to do with her at all.

“Most ...,” replied Dahlia lightly.

“How much is it?”

“Ntar at home. Not in here. Ntar you are embarrassed again I call the price!”

Bushyet, Dahlia! Honestly very ....

I had offered my mother what to buy, but she just shook her head. Maybe he was shocked to see the price on the label. He had been interested in one of the famous brand's gamis. Suddenly, he looked at the price.

“Padahatan that I believe in the market Jombang only fifty thousand,” complained mother.

Oh God, Mother ....

Seen from the cloth alone is different like heaven and earth. The fabric in this mall feels cool and soft on the skin, which in the market does it feel hot to wear?

I don't know!

No need to explain to my mom. Until the foaming of the mouth, it feels useless to explain to mother. His principle, cheap and good to use.

“But if you like later I buy Mak,” I said while glancing at my donor, Dahlia.

“The price is like this, Bi. In Jombang Market can get ten!”

“Yes it's okay times, Mom. Wear a rather nice shirt. Mosok wear ration clothes from the assembly ta’lim continue,” I said.

“Emak tuh if use that price feels like redundant. Wong is just a dress. Mending prepare the clothes that we will wear later facing Gusti Allah,” said the wise mother.

The plaques!

I felt like I was slapped from the eight corners of the wind. Wanted to cry to hear my mother's words. Well, mom's right. The expensive clothes are the earthly clothes that must be removed when facing God.

I'm a little confused, you don't want to buy anything. Even Dahlia's seduction didn't work either. That's nothing! What's clear is that I'm happy to see my mom enjoying the mall walk tonight.

Satisfied going around the mall, I invited my mother and Weni to enjoy dinner at the fried chicken restaurant franchise whose name is famous throughout the universe.

“This is Loh Mak who yesterday I said injecting chicken,”.

“Cock named injectable chicken why to, Bi?”

“The chicken is often injected. Let's be healthy and fat, the meat is a lot,” my light.

“Oh, no kirain only cows injected.”

“If the cow is another, Mak. If the cow is injected right to marry,” my smile.

Our order has arrived. Packaged fried chicken, cola, french fries and cream soup. Mom was stunned to see the food package that filled the tray. Everything looks new in his eyes.

“Kok a lot, Bi. Later fear ndak run out of this much food,” said mother.

“Neither, Mak. Sample all yes!” my word.

While Weni looked voraciously enjoying a more suitable dinner package called junk food it. It is so named because it contains a lot of salt and fat in this food. Tastefully, it is enough to tickle the tongue. Unfortunately, not everyone thinks the same.

My mother was grinning when tasting cream soup.

“Open ski to?” ask mom.

“That's called cream soup, Mak. Why Mak? Not good, huh?” my many.

“It feels weird yo, Bi. Still good soup made by mom, right?”

“Feel mother indeed no match,” praise me.

“When do I want to learn to cook with mom can ya?” chirps Dahlia.

Tuh right?

Why bring all the husbands? I feel a little bad.

After being satisfied to entertain mother dinner, we plan to go home immediately because Weni has yawned several times. Though I looked at my Seiko watch still showing at nine o'clock a little.

In Surabaya, nightlife has just begun. In my village, the doors are closed. The villagers were already lulled in a beautiful dream.

“You go straight home?” tawal Dahlia's.

“Iya just go home. Poor them tired. The important thing is that Weni got her doll,”, I replied.

Dahlia.

When I went down the escalator, I was a little scared. He held my shirt tight.

“Cause Mak. No need to strain,” I said.

“Big height, Bi.”

“Be careful, Mak. The sandals do not get stuck!”

After struggling, we were finally able to exit the mall safely, heading for the parking lot. Not much we buy, the important thing is to take the mother for a walk.

“Tomorrow mom just go home, Bi?” mother said, when the car had slid into the path of the artery that divides Surabaya.

“Lho, how to rush to, Mak?” my many.

“I still want to travel Mak!” weni Protest.

“Emak is thinking of cows in a cage, Bi. Who eats? Who drinks?” said mother with an anxious face.

“Lho, yesterday not so entrusted with Pak Turonggo to, Mak?” my many.

“Ya already, but still thinking. The usual thing is to eat the cows is the mother. Fear if replace people later cows shocked continue not to want to eat,” worry mom.

“Oalaaah, Mom! Yes, it is not. Okay, don't think about it. Mending mom is just fine in Surabaya. Not necessarily later you can play again here,”, I said.

Mom fell silent. Suddenly his face became confused. Something was stuck in his mind. I let out a breath. Maybe the mindset of parents is much different from that of children.

“You got a call from Mr Turonggo, Mom? Let me be sure the cows are okay?”

“Nevent gone, Bi. It's night. This hour the person has rested,” said mother.

The car kept going through the night. The night began to roll. The sparkling night lights make the atmosphere of the city more vibrant.

I see Weni is tired. He fell asleep, leaning his head against his teddy bear. There is a sense of pity, but replaced by a sense of happiness. There's not much I can give my sister that way.

Wait for me to be a successful man, Wen!

“Bi ...,” said mother slowly.

“Why Mak?” my many.

“Anu ... is still far away?”

“Lumayan, Mak. But the jams are, Mak.” Dahlia answered while occasionally looking at my mother.

“Can't stop for a moment?”

“Why, Mak?”

“Mau peed, have not been able to bear from earlier,” said mother.

“Lho, my mom just said the hell? I was able to pee in the mall,”, I said again.

“Ndak be there, Bi. I usually pee while sitting. Mom couldn't do that. Want to find a squat only,” bright mother.

Oalaah, Mom!

It turns out that technological progress is not necessarily acceptable to some humans. Mother still preserved the ancestral culture, urinating in a squatting state.

“Iya Mak's. There is an SPBU in front. All the gasoline. Ntar we stopped by,” said Dahlia.

Mom's face looked happy. I was glad to see my mom smiling again. I hope you don't ask for weird anymore. One worry that is still in the heart.

Will you ask Dahlia to be her daughter-in-law?

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