DERRIS
MENTAL TRAUMA
...MY BELOVED HELLO READERS, SORRY FOR CHAPTER 73 THAT SCRIPT NOVEL "CATCH ME, BOSS" IS WRONG UP DATE. AND THESE...
The journey that originally took days is now only valid in a matter of hours. Because of paved roads that launched mobilization to remote areas.
“Yok yok yok on down yok!” Prapto opened the truck.
“Loh mas Prapto sure we have reached Sukamager?”
Half-conscious Sri Ayu woke up while rubbing her two eyes that were still sleepy.
“At first Mas also hesitated Yu, but after passing the stall mbok Sriyem is indeed right the road to Kampung has been restored.”
And right, in front already looks the gate of Sri Ayu's oversize village. Asphalt road that is still warm-black is still relatively recently completed the stage of work.
“Lah keep us why parking here Mas, right home Ayu enter far.”
“Yes this is Yu's problem, we must park here. Because again the harvest season, the road changed its function to become a general drying place.”
The citizens of Mamsky Brenda were invited down and started walking in droves. They walk approximately 5 KM on foot. And true as said Prapto earlier in the front parking lot of the village gate. Along the way in the title of tarpaulin that is special for plowing rice, beans, corn and lastly is clothes. The reason residents hang clothes on the asphalt is because it dries faster than on the clothesline.
“Mbaknya sure this is his birth village?”
“Iya Boss, but how are they so polite. Usually if you meet your sweetheart on screaming.”
“Emb... Something has changed but not Ultraman. Someone noticed, but didn't realize.” Gustavo muttered while looking at Sri Ayu from top to bottom.
“What is the boss doing?”
“Mbak Daddy as his name now.” Sri Ayu's face was red.
And finally the stilt house that became his residence was already visible. So many conditions of his parents' home now as if there is an important celebration.
“That's my home, let's hurry faster.”
The steps of the group of refugees from the city of Jakarta accelerated. Since Gustavo was exhausted, he was put in a wheelbarrow by Calistha.
“Bapak-Mother... Ayu home.” Shouts excitement.
“Sssstttt no babies are bobo.” Said Sri Dewi who sat in the living room.
There were so many people gathered at Mr. Muji's house. They were about to do some kenduri to celebrate his grandson's birthday.
“Mbak Dewi is born? Wow so cute.”
“Mbak who is it?” didn't realize he was his seedy sister just yet.
“Bu... I'm here fast, I'm dreaming again please wake me up.” Shouted Sri Dewi.
“What's Wi?” seeing Sri Ayu's figure of astonishment.
“Mother,” squirts her mother's cheeks.
“Who are you? Just play nyosor-nyosor. Meet again once again kindly hi.” Dabbed his cheek that Sri Ayu kissed.
“This Ayu cook Mother does not recognize her own child.”
Both check the birthmark and ID card of the beautiful girl who claims to be the youngest child.
“Hahahaha is impossible, there is no way you are Ayu. This could have been a fraudster who nyopet my son's wallet, your face was different. The mother, I tell you yes. If my son Sri Ayu is ugly. Fat, chapped legs, black skin, creamy rambunya and masculine woman. Different much the same Mbaknya is beautiful as the model TV.” Say Mother.
Sri Ayu's heart grew even more bitter when she heard the reproach from her own biological mother. It was as if replaying the bad memories of his childhood.
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-- RERUN TIME SRI AYU SMALL.
“Back frying... Skillet butt... Skillet butt... Skillet butt.”
The voices of the little children cheered the little Sri Ayu when playing.
“Mbak Dewi, Ayu can play?”
“Can't, I'm ashamed to have a tyre wheel. Already, round, black and short anyway. Shame I'm embarrassed, there go angon buffalo to the rice fields.”
“Hiks... Hix... Maud... Follow ya.” Little Sri Ayu Rengek.
“Here you!” gertak Sri Dewi's.
Sri Dewi drags little Sri Ayu into a dark and dirty chicken coop. From outside Sri Dewi locked Sri Ayu alone. The door of the cage was knocked down but no one wanted to sympathize.
“Lo mbak, Ayu why?” tanya Sri Ajeng who happened to come to feed the chickens in the yard.
“Custom, the wok butt wants to come play. Rather than mbak can be ridiculed because it has ugly adek, mendin Mbak take you right.”
Sick indeed heard the physical humiliation of his own brother. If the people are taunting, Sri Ayu is still resistant. But this sibling was so heart-wrenching to scorn him. From inside the chicken coop, little Ayu starts to get familiar playing the animals that are locked with her.
