Cupu Idol

CUPU TARGET THE IDOL CHAPTER XXX

#breed side Mutia

Time keeps turning leaving beautiful memories. Echa's childhood memories are so attached to the hearts of mama and papa Echa. Sooner or later this will happen. The spoiled little girl will begin to feel an attraction to the opposite sex. And as parents, mama and papa Echa must still advise, monitor, remind and provide provisions so that the princess does not violate the norms and teachings that apply in religion and in society. They do not want to feel regret and disappointment later on.

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"Raffirm.... Hunting son! We'll be late." Mama Rafi said.

"Yes, ma. Rafi is done. Mama's in such a hurry, it's still at this hour." Rafi said as she stared at the watch attached to the wrist.

"You don't want us to be late, Rafi. It's not good to be with mom." Reply mama.

Various questions are clouded. I want to feel calm but I can't. This meeting makes me a little nervous. I'm afraid that me and the girl I'm about to meet can't get along. We will feel awkward.

I'm not someone who gets along easily with other people. Moreover, I have never met before, it must be difficult for me to pretend to be familiar or look friendly. Because this alesan is also what makes mama constantly invite me to get acquainted with the children of her friends. My mom didn't want me to just stay home.

We arrived at a restaurant not far from home. A suitable restaurant to visit by family. This place is also beautiful and cool, shady trees lined up neatly and some goldfish ponds refresh the eyes of visitors. Mama and I chose the lesehan place in the corner of the restaurant. We do prefer to choose a place to be compared to sitting in the dining chair.

Before my mom and son's best friend came, I called the waiter to order a glass of ice lemon tea. The taste soaks the throat with a glass of ice lemon tea must be suitable when the weather is hot. We promised to meet at lunch.

Just about to drink my drink, it has been seen two different generation women approaching our table. My eyes narrowed to make sure the vision was in front of my eyes. The girl whose hair was unraveled in a dusty pink dress and black handbag, I seem to know her. Her face was no stranger to me, but could she be the same girl I knew?

The two women have now reached our table. Mama welcomed the friendly arrival of her friend. Mama allowed them to sit down, while I looked down pretending to play a gadget.

"Rafi, know this friend of mom and her son. This is aunt Rahma and her daughter." Mama said while looking at me and Aunt Rahma alternately.

I raised my head and placed the gadget on the table. Bak was struck by lightning during the day, I jumped in shock to see the girl who was beside aunt Rahma. So too with the girl.

"YOU....!!! " we said at the same time and pointed at each other.

Mama and Aunt Rahma were confused and looked at each other.

"You know each other?" ask mommy to both of us.

"She's a freshman who just moved to my school, ma." Answer Rahma's aunt, Mutia.

"So, is he your schoolmate Rafi?" ask Rafi.

"Yes, ma." I answered quickly.

"Yes Allah... The world is so narrow." Kelakar.

"Yes, I don't think that my son and your son already know each other and even one school." aunt Rahma chimed in.

"Let's sit down Rahma, Mutia. Let's order some food, my stomach's starting to rumble." Pungkas.

Rafi called the waiter to record our order. White rice, oxtail soup, sweet sour puffer fish, kale chops, and fried tempeh became our choice menu this afternoon. As for his drink, mama and aunt Rahma ordered iced tea. Me and Mutia ordered ice lemon tea.

Cuisine at this restaurant is very fitting on the tongue, a blend of fresh ingredients and spices that fit give a delicious taste. After lunch, we started talking. Me and Mutia were more likely to be good listeners to Mama and Aunt Rahma. Shopping places that again hold promos, recommended food places, good salons, cheap shopping places, plans to go on vacation together, even the gossip about their friends we hear everything. Sometimes Mutia was seen smiling amusedly hearing the chatter between the two middle-aged women.

It turns out that behind the nature of Mutia who seemed jutek and arrogant, Mutia had a beautiful smile. A smile never seen before. I'm getting tired of mama and aunt Rahma's chat. Like knowing what I was thinking, Mutia asked permission to take me to the front garden. Of course I'm happy to agree to Mutia's invitation.

We walked together to the front garden, there was a large fish pond and several garden chairs on the edge of the pond. We chose the seat on the right side of the pool.

"Are you tired of my mama and mama talking?" tanya Mutia opened the conversation.

"Yes, I'm bored. It seems that their conversation will never end. There's just material they're talking about." Reply quickly.

Ha.. Ha.. Ha..

Mutia laughed and heard my answer.

"That's how if the mothers meet, there's always a topic they're talking about" he concluded.

"Are all women like that? Or maybe you'll be like that later if you're married?" Rafi.

"Perhaps, because it seems like it has become a woman's nature to meet her friends they will talk all the time."

"But Rafi, you know what? If women chat with friends, it can make them happy and avoid stress. Especially housewives like them. We as children do not know what difficulties mothers feel as long as we are not at home."

"Mother has a great responsibility to her family. Preparing food and children, cleaning the house, making sure the husband and his son to wear clean and fragrant clothes. Manage income and home spending. And so much more, and all that mom did herself."

"We certainly can't imagine how you can do all that. You must be tired, but you never complain. But, mothers only ask in the sting when they talk. Because it can throw off their saturation a little."

"Eat him, I'm as good as I can as ever with all my mama's stories. Whatever it is, I must be horrified." Mutia explained.

Like a child, I just nodded my head in conformity with all of Mutia's words. Mutia is right, being a housewife is not an easy thing. It felt like I should be able to appreciate mama even more after hearing Mutia's explanation. I was amazed by Mutia's thought, she really understood her mother. It was hard to believe, a beautiful girl who was very popular in school, could have such a mature mind.