ABOUT MATE

6 | MOM.

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11.10 WIB.

Gita breezed into Mairah's room to find the truth of the girl who disappeared like swallowed by the earth shortly after Gavin came home, the brothers disappeared somewhere. The car and motorbike that Gavin used to use was still perched pretty in the garage, a pair of sacred sandals flagship of her husband is still on the porch of the house, signifying her husband was still in the neighborhood around the house.

"Where the hell are they in search of fitting need, really compact to say." Gita murmured, her feet stepping towards the kitchen to close the open back door.

"Damor.." Gita shakes her head, looking left-right.

"Mairah's victory is like that."

When approaching the back door, a giggling sound was heard more clearly making my hair rise.

"Yes time, satan is nongol during the day." With curiosity mixed with fear Gita out to the back porch of the house directly faced with the lush trees.

When passing through the stem rambutan side of the house, he saw a lot of rambutan skin and seeds scattered in the ground. Unconsciously his head looked up.

"Yes Allah Mairah. What do you do on a tree?" Gita shook her head in disbelief at the behavior of her sister-in-law.

“That's again mas Gavin why follow." Furious, his head dizzy to see the behavior of his husband and sister-in-law.

"Right? I'm pregnant you two are cravings."

Yes, my dear Gita is pregnant with her first child. Hooray..

The age of the womb just entered the fourth month, you can imagine how excited Gavin knew about the pregnancy of his wife. The less gaul fathers until the cry of happy sangking. It's been three years on the road four years the age of the marriage of Gita and Gavin, and this is her first pregnancy after a miscarriage at the beginning of the marriage first.

Even the extended family in Medan and their parents, excited to welcome the arrival of their first grandchild.

"You two why eat rambutan pake nangkring all over the tree. Can eat below also, if it falls how?"

Gavin. "Eating rambutan from the source is more delicious. More maknyus.. Aren't you Mai?" He asked for Mairah's approval.

Mairah. "Betul time bang. Good food should come from the source, like milk. It's good from the source."

Mairah bit the rambutan in his hand, ate its contents and removed the skin and seeds in his mouth directly.

"Mas Gavin, Mairah. GO DOWN NOT BOTH!!" Gita tracing waist with a windy face glared at two human beings who are cool ngegadon rambutan on the tree.

Krasak! Crick! Brakk!

Mairah and Gavin jumped from the top of the tree branch, landing on the ground with overlapping positions. The two stood with tense faces exactly the little boy who was found to be helping his mother's money.

Remind Mairah if he has not said how fierce Gita when angry. His sister-in-law who has a beautiful face and a gentle nature is exactly the original Javanese, but never provoke his anger. Kimberly Mairah's magical friend, believes that she can die a second time just from hearing the rampage of a Regita Cahyani.

"WHO AMONG YOU TWO IS AN UNREASONABLE PERSON WHO HAS DARED TO SPEND THE BROWNIES IN THE REFRIGERATOR!!"

Neither Gavin nor Mairah dared to confess, because both were involved in the ludes of the favorite brownies of the Gita.

"That, anu. That, anu. mbak."

"WHAT!!"

Gavin pushed Mairah's shoulder. "That's Mairah Yank, who finished your favorite brownies." His lie.

Mairah glared in disbelief. Good time this brother, they both ate, he alone got his sap.

"No, Ma'am. Mairah is not alone, bang Gavin also contributed." The protest did not accept.

Gavin shook his head, his eyes flickering code. He did not want to take the consequences of sleeping outside.

Sorry, at a time like this we have to be together.

Of course Mairah does not want to be wrong himself, can berabe his business if Gita rampaged and went on a cooking strike. No! Big no's. Mairah can cook but he is most anti if you have to dwell in the kitchen.

"Say you're lazy Mai." Gavin's words the other day flashed through his brain.

Mairah remembers when Gavin invited him to cook with seasoned reason death bin convinced Mairah so that his brother did not include himself in making sambal cravings ala mbak Gita.

"I don't want to know, either of you are wrong! And you two must be punished."

The decision was final. The law of hanging will be established, prepare you sons of men.

Both Mairah and Gavin, manut only when dribbled into the house.

Mairah hoped God would send a savior for her immediately.

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"Thank you deck, already in between the cake. Actually want to take it yourself but no one guards the stall." Mairah smiled, her hand received the cake payment yesterday.

Thank you for the forgetful nature of Gavin. Because of his brother's negligence, Mairah is free from Gita's punishment.

"Sama-sama mbak, all of you wash your eyes wafts of fried mas-mas." Her chuckles.

Mbak Rudi laughed, his head approaching towards Mairah whispering something.

"Often here yes deck, so my house when there is Adek."

Mairah nodded, poking her thumb. "Beres is mah, as long as there is a suit." Jumawa.

"Yes, I said first. Assalamualaikum.."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Mairah took a leisurely step, occasionally replying to the greetings of Persit's mothers and some smudged om-om who knew him.

"Aante!!"

Mairah's head turned left and right looking for the direction of the source of the shrill voice belonging to the boy she knew.

From a distance a five-year-old boy was running towards him with his arms outstretched.

Mairah shook her head, the corner of her lips raised into a smile. In his position, his body squatted to match the height of the little boy.

"Can."

The collision of Kenzo's body that was not there was almost to make Mairah strayed.

Kenzo lay, I don't know what the boy was laughing about.

"Aunty Abis from where?" Kenzo asked, his little hands busy wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Tante abis from stall mbak Rudi, nganterin order cake from mbak Gita." Clearly, his hands were busy fanning the chubby boy.

"Where did Kenzo come from?"

As if remembering something, Kenzo turned to look towards where he had played.

"Read here!!" His cry called out to a girl of his age.

"Not screaming. I want to come here too." Angry at the girl. Mairah smilingly looked at Sasa who was tearing at Kenzo for leaving him.

"Aca know this is Aunt Mai, who was Ken's story."

Come on, tell me what you said about Auntie.

The sparkle on Sasa's face was clearly imprinted. "This is Aunt Mairah who can see the ghost of Kenzo's kayak." Ask me enthusiastically.

Check Mat! Mairah grimaced, why among all the questions the little girl asked even horror.

Mairah replied, Sasa had already been called by his mother to go home.

"Kenzo Mama called, I went home first. Dah Kenzo, it's Aunt." Sasa ran small towards his mother who was waiting for him, the two of them joined hands.

Mairah was still watching Kenzo's sad face.

"When Kenzo can be held in the same mother." Sluggishly.

Mairah's eyes heat up, hearing as little as Kenzo's petty plea for children who have complete parents.

"Kenzo wants to be in Auntie's arms? Kenzo can consider Aunt Kenzo's mama." Bargainly.

"Truly Aunt?" Kenzo's face increased as Mairah nodded in agreement.

"Yes dear.."

"Hore Kenzo has a mom." Cheers happy.

Mairah did not believe that with just that short sentence, she could make a little boy who had not been touched by sin to make his heart serene.

From a distance a person who had noticed the interaction of the two smiled to see the happiness that emanated from the face of the five-year-old boy.

"I hope God will listen to your prayers."