Forced to Marry High School

Jengkol

"Yes Bi, thank you." Reply Mitha was friendly, and come in. While Rendi just tailed behind them, when it was almost to reach the living room, Rendi immediately blocked Mitha's arm and gripped her pretty hard.

"Remember ya! Do not let you talk or complain that is not the same Mother and others. I'm not going to stay in them." Rendi said slowly and full of emphasis on each word.

"Issha... Take it off, hurt." Mitha said also quietly, grimacingly enduring the pain in her arms. Instead of pitying and letting go of the check, Rendi instead smiled tilted at him.

"Lo will be sicker than this, if you get to run and do not follow my request, understand?" Said Rendi, and struck Mitha's arm roughly. It was fortunate that Bi Mina was in front of them, so did not see Rendi's rude treatment of Mitha.

"You guys came too."

Said someone suddenly, so that made Rendi and Mitha compactly look at him.

"Mother." Mitha approached her mother-in-law, and kissed her hand. Already did not look upset face that had dyed his face earlier, as much as possible he looked fine in front of his in-laws.

"Okay, you guys just came? Mother has been waiting for you since."

"Macet Bun." Said Rendi lying, after that he kissed the hand of his mother.

"Ckk, jammed from Hong Kong." Mitha's mind in the heart.

"Jaudah if so now you clean up, all ajakin your wife to her room for rest. Mommy wants to make lunch first."

"Ckk, same Mother. I'm tired, I'm gonna take a break." Said Rendi, and passed towards her room.

"Based on the boy, Mommy hasn't finished talking either, it's been playing away." Dumel Mommy, Mitha who saw it was just a smile.

"Jaudah dear, Mother anterin to your room." Invite Mother.

"My room? Meaning Mother?" Mitha asked, pointing at herself.

"Oh yes, Mommy has not said well, if from now on every weekend you will nginep here. Mother has prepared one room for you, next to the same room Rendi. Come on, you must be tired from school. While waiting for Mother to finish preparing her lunch, you rest first in the room. But Mommy is not ready for clothes for you, so later after lunch, we go shopping well. Buy clothes with your other needs, so if you nginep here, do not bother anymore to bring goods from home." Mother explained, not forgetting her smile.

"Thank you Mother, and I'm sorry to have taken care of."

"No dear, Mother does not feel repotined at all. So don't apologize to everyone."

"mmm... But Mommy, Mita has to tell Miko's sister first." Little Mitha slowly.

"If you don't have to worry about it, you've talked to your brother and parents. And they've allowed it." Mommy Say. "Udah yuk, now Mother deliver to your room, so you can rest." Continue Mother again.

"Well, aren't you tired of school?" Mitha shook her head to hear it.

"No, Mitha is not tired. Mitha wants to help you in the kitchen."

"Judah if you want that, ayookk." Mother held Mitha's hand gently, and took her to the kitchen.

"Yes, Mother."

In kitchen.

"What do you want to cook? Let Mitha help."

"Mmm, there's actually one more food, Rendi's favorite food. Jengkol clove."

"Huh, what's Bun?" Actually Mitha had heard it, but to make sure that she did not hear wrong, she again asked Mother Desi.

"Semur jengkol, Rendi was very fond of eating jengkol. Especially if it is made with stew, already, forget to be full of him." Mitha who heard it, poked her lips, afraid of letting go laughing. Not expecting it, a Rendi who talked like ugly was apparently like to eat jengkol.

"But jengkol is delicious, the food of a million people. So naturally, if he likes to eat jengkol, just do not expect it. Hihi.." Mitha's inner heart.

"Can you cook?"

"Mother, but still amateurs. Mitha's cooking still needs a lot of correction, hehehe..." Mitha's Shirks.

"No, baby, you can do it later." Say Mother with a smile.

"Yes Mother, mmm... Mommy, it's okay if Mitha's clove is cooking."

"May, but seriously, yaakiiin?" Mommy Desi made sure.

"Iya Bun, if the stew is jengkol, Mitha has often made it at home. It just so happens that everyone at home likes to eat jengkol. Hehe..."

"Well, Mommy didn't know. Mother even worried earlier, afraid you do not like the same jengkol, continue to disturb the same smell."

"Not really Bun, Mitha likes to smell the same. Mitha also likes to eat jengkol, Pete too."

"Bah... You are both your husband is compact, both like to eat jengkol same pete, hehe..."