College Boy: Hanung And Wati

Wati House

After making sure he ate all the streets for a while, at eight o'clock mallem past twenty-five minutes I want him home. Because I know Wati was not allowed to go home too lazy with his parents, let alone the same mother.

I immediately stopped the bike when I arrived in front of his house, and of course Wati directly down from my bike while giving him the helmet he was wearing.

"Lo want to stop by first?"

I was silent for a moment to think, and after knowing his decision I nodded briefly.

"May, all of you want to talk about the same aunt."

Wati smiles and says, "well, get on the bike."

Because Wati's house was not installed pager I can directly enter the motorbike in his yard. Continues without hesitation I follow Wati from behind to come into his house.

In the living room I immediately smiled kindly, when wriggling Wati's parents again chat there while watching the news on tv and without hesitation I ventured to nyamperin his parents Wati.

"Hello. Um, Auntie." I said hello and it made Wati's parents compactly towards me.

"Eh, there's Hanung. Did you finish your walk?" ask Wati's mother when I again regret it after Wati's papa.

"Udah, Mom. But he said Hanung wanted to stop by here for a while, before going home."

A couple who had produced two children, again with a compact head nod.

"Nung, I'll go to the room for a second." Wati said I bales used a short nod and after that Wati went to leave me with her parents who were again sitting on the sofa.

"Sit down, Nung."

"Yes, Om."

On the orders of my future father-in-law, I sat down on the single sofa located on the double sofa that Wati's parents sat in.

Actually I counted as many as seven times I stopped by Wati's house, but I met Wati's parents only four times including now, while his brother I have not met him at all. And for four times met with my prospective in-laws I always felt deg-degan and it did not feel much different when I performed.

His parents are good, friendly, and not macem-macem, but I just deg-degan. You're afraid of being suddenly asked 'when do you want to halalin my child?' Or 'why did you choose my son as your girlfriend?' Nahloh, if asked what should I answer? Time yes, I have to answer 'I like the same om son and aunt because he's strange', yes I have to answer like that? I was expelled in a way that was not elite.

"What is your college, Nung? Smoothly?"

"Alhamdulillah, smooth and safe sentosa, Om." I replied, and the response from the would-be-in-law was a thumbs up.

"Oiya, his older brother Wa—. I mean Indi hasn't come home yet?" I almost forgot to mention his favorite name of his girlfriend.

"No, my brother came home tomorrow morning" replied the future mother-in-law.

And not long after that, Wati came. While carrying a cup of tea drinks the same few pieces I put the sponge on the plate. Then Wati put the same cup of cake on the tray. And I'm very sure that it was presented to me, yes obviously dong. I am a guest not a demon.

"Thank you, yeah." I said it while smiling sweetly.

Hm, I so imagine about my future later if you have a household, when I again relax again watching football or news, or, without being ordered Wati will bring a cup of coffee the same as a few pieces of cake for me to watch tv. I smiled again because what I imagined was a beautiful fantasy.

Greetings, from the outside made us all together to the source of the voice while saying, "Waalaikum salam."

Prospective mother-in-law immediately stood up from her seat for the guest nyamperin outside.

"At the drink, Nung. Tea."

Speech from prospective papa-in-law, make me who is still looking towards the outside door to squirm the guest who visited because of curiosity, because, immediately a thin smile to the prospective father-in-law and for the second time I followed what he ordered.

And a few seconds later, the prospective mother-in-law entered the house with a parcel and when I looked at the door the guest was not there, suddenly lost like a parking card.

"Who came, Ma?" ask Wati to her mother.

"Mas Ken, tell this to brother." His mother answered while pointing at the parcel held.

"What is that, Ma?"

"Your brother's book he's pinching."

The prospective mother-in-law then went not know where, but clearly not long after that the prospective mother-in-law again sat next to her husband but this time did not bring the parcel she had previously held.

I was invited to chat non-stop by his parents Wati, sometimes Wati who had listened also joined the roar but just to defend herself or chimed in, he mostly laughed as cengengenesan aja. And because I was too cool to talk, I didn't realize that an hour had passed, but my plan was to stop by for about fifteen or thirty minutes. Even kebablasan, but nothing it-it-it reinforces the bond in the prospective in-laws, hehehe.

Since now it's nine o'clock mallem, I decided to go back to boarding and of course before I nyamperin the bagong in the yard of Wati's house, as a good and polite guest I permission to say goodbye to his parents Wati.

"Ehiya, I send greetings to your brother." I say it while wearing a helmet on my head.

Wati nodded briefly. "Yes, I'll be there."

I've sat in the bagong, the helmet has been made, the bagong machine has been switched, meaning the next step is ngajakin bagong road.

"Gue said yes," I said while retreating bagong slowly to get out of Wati's yard.

"Hm, be careful on the road."

"Yes, Nung."

Even though I want to walk, but because Wati calls me to look at her who is smiling again.

"Thank you for the card." Wati embarrassed smile and it makes me want to nyubit his cheek, gurgle.

"Hm, equally. Don't get lost. If it's gone, just get ready to be my maid." I chuckled because my words were a joke.

"Just be calm, all the gifts from you will not be lost, let alone the person." Wati said while grinning and also did the same thing.

Seriously, my boyfriend is why the hell? Why are the days getting better.