BABE JADULKU

Season 2 Part 2

...* My dear (not ) Jadulku*...

Si Ucok is now a kindergarten school, every day I take her to ride our neighbor's rickshaw. This is the proposal of Bang Parlin, he said to help the neighbor. An old man who in his old age still pedals. Incidentally, the school is not far from home.

That day I picked up the rickshaw as usual, but it turned out there was an event so that the schoolgirl was a long time home, Mr. rickshaw I told her to wait. I sat in the cafeteria, where many young mothers picked up their children.

"Pick up the kid, Mom," a woman said to me.

"Yes, ma'am, he said for a long time today," I replied as decently as possible.

"Yes, I also picked up the child, by the way not pity his son riding a rickshaw every day, hot lo," said the other mother.

"Ordinary, ma'am," I replied.

"It's not dear to the child, my husband whom I love I ride a rickshaw" said another mother.

I chose to be quiet, I wanted to show off, but I remembered Bang Parlin's advice.

"I'm another, I took my son in a rickshaw to school, my husband bought a motorcycle tomorrow" said one mother again.

"Here join napa, ma'am," call a mother. I think I'm afraid to be considered arrogant, even though I actually do not like to join these socialite mothers.

"What kind of work do you have, ma'am?" ask a young blonde mother.

"Farmer," I answered briefly.

"Ooo, pantasan, but this includes your elite school, ma'am," said another mother.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied, upset by what he said, he indirectly wanted to say that the son of a farmer doesn't deserve to go to school here.

Sometimes annoyed with Bang Parlin, I have a motorbike, even told to ride a rickshaw, he said the mother likes to ride a motorcycle casually on the highway. I finally got this kind of subtle insult. My showy soul wants to rebel.

"Sorry, ma'am, the rickshaw is broken," suddenly came our rickshawman, his hand black.

There's a chance to show off a little, I'll call my husband and let him pick us up in the car. Bang Parlin immediately agreed.

When the schoolgirl came home, I deliberately waited for the husband's invitation in front of the cafeteria. The mothers still gather there, their habits are like that, even though the school children have come home, still gathering while eating and huddling.

"Wait for the angkot, Mom," asked a mother.

"No, Mom, waiting for an invitation?" my answer.

"Another rickshaw pick, yes" he asked again.

Fortunately, our Mitsubishi Strada has arrived. Bang Parlin came with Butet my second son.

Intentionally I stood still, waiting for my husband to open the door for me, I got in the car after the door was opened husband, not forgetting I looked back while wagging my hair, I saw them gawking.

"Hmmm, it's starting to show off" said the husband when the car was already running.

"Yes, Bang, they insulted me" I said later.

"Hina how, Deck?" If I'm insulted Bang Parlin is directly emotional.

"They said I was the farmer's wife,"

"Ooh, that's no insult, Dek,"

"That's not it, Bang, they said the farmer's son didn't deserve to go to school there," I don't know why I lied.

"Well, that's outrageous, starting tomorrow, I'll pick you up, the father we give you monthly money, '" said the husband.

"No need, Bang, just bring the bike,"

"Can't, if we need to change the car with Pajero, it's good that the man is insulting my wife's child" said the husband.

That is, even if not buy Pajero, but since then Bang Parlin always take us to school. He even played my personal chauffeur, as that day, me and Ucok sat in the cafeteria waiting for their husbands. He seems to be late. As soon as he arrived, he got out of the car and opened the door for me.

"Sorry, madam, it was jammed," said Bang Parlin, lebay indeed.

The Ucoks were so dumb to see us.

The next day Bang Parlin sat in the cafeteria with the socialite mothers. The mothers of the kepo of course asked this and that a lot. Surprisingly Bang Parlin lowered herself and raised me up high.

Dame and Rina come to visit, Rina who is Medan people indeed twice a year back to Medan. That night we grilled fish in front of the house. Rina already has one child, a girl, her calling is also sie Butet.

"Because there are two Butets here, we call the real name just yes, it's funny Butet which is this," I said as we ate.

"Call Butet to stick with Butet Godang that," proposed Bang Parlin.

"Your Butet is her real name" said Rina.

"The Red?" guman Dame, even if he murmured, I heard it too.

"Why Rara?" seriously, I don't like my son being called the Red.

"Listening to her name I remembered Rara," said Dame.

"What connection?" I became more curious.

"Si Rara used to have siregar surname, until he cut his father's goat, the name of the title is the same as the Butet, Naduma Sari Siregar,"

"Ooo, I see, Bang, what less am I until my son's name must be the name of Rara," I said as I stood up. I'm really jealous.

"It's not so, Deck," said the husband.

"How else, what business does Rara have with my son, whom I have covered nine months, why should Rara name?" I said fierce.

"What is the meaning of a name?" bang Parlin.

"Very meaningful, especially for people who can't move on" I said in a loud voice.

"Deek, don't get mad like that" the husband tried to persuade me, but I was really angry this time. He named my son after his ex, the one he secretly loved. I really can't take it.

"Eat that Rara" I said as I walked into the house.

Actually I feel bad for Dame and Rina, I'm angry in front of them, but I really can't control my emotions anymore. Rara, who I've been jealous of, has the same name as my son.

(I'm sorry, Rina, I'm angry in front of you) I said to Rina via WA.

(It's okay, Nia, if I'd have been angry then) replied Rina.

I was locked in my room, I didn't open the door even though Bang Parlin knocked several times. I was surprised by Bang Parlin's WA message. It's unusual, we're a weird couple, never messaged WA. Just this time the husband sent WA.

(Dec, the same name is jealous?)

(That's just a lo name, Romi Julet said what does a name mean?)

(Dek, already, we change the name of the Butet only, the name is up to either, want the Rapet, Niyet, or yet yet another)

I smiled, but my heart was still hot. Until tomorrow, Dame and Rina go to Rina's parents' house. I'm still putting on a silent act.

Bou Bang Parlin is the cousin of Bang Parlin's father. He is the only family of Bang Parlin in the city.

"I hear you're mardandi, host?" this bou said. (Mardandi\= Sulks)

"Yes, Bou, my son's name was made his ex's name" I said later.

"That's not her ex's name, Host, it's her Bou name, in Batak society the girl's name is usually taken from her bou name, because the sister of our father is our daughter, we know her, reciprocity," this bou explained.

Explanation like this I've heard from the late father-in-law, which grandfather became brother, but bou became boru?

"You know what my name is, host?"

"Mrs Sari" I replied.

"It stands for Naduma Sari Siregar, my name is also taken from my father's bou, so Naduma Sari oloan's name has been hereditary starting from the ancestors, it's the name of the title, it's the name, it's your son's turn to get the name, as for the former Parlin's name is the same, because he also took the name from Parlin's grandmother. The village elder who gave that name," explained this bou again.

"So ...?

"Yes, there you have it, this happens to be a genealogical photo of our descendants, starting from above, look at that, how many people whose name is Naduma Sari? A lot," said the bou while showing photos on his HP.

I checked the genealogy, right, every descendant there is a name Naduma Sari. Duh, I had bad thought to my husband, when he gave my son's name silence did say it was a royal name. Duh, Bang Parlin's.

"Thank you, Bou," I said as I salimed. I'll stand up and find Bang Parlin.

"Baaaang," I shouted.

"What, Mom, am I here?" it was the Ucok who answered. Near the Butet, I often call, Ucok with the call of Brother.

"Where's your dad, Cok?"

"That, it was a great time Mamak," replied the Butet while pointing to Bang Parlin who was praying.

As soon as Bang Parlin finished praying, I immediately apologized and kissed the back of the husband's hand.

"Bang, I'm sorry, yes, Bang," I said.

* advanced yuk still connected continue *