His wife, Mr Guru ?
What's going on between them?
What's going on between them ?
(What is it about them?)
Shania Cleoza Maheswari
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Cars darted into the countryside, several times cars were shaken by uneven roads.
"Later you will see children playing in the river during the day, the mother also likes to wash in the river while bathing her child," Shania who has since looked out the window turned towards Arka.
"Ih, I like to ngintipin mommy nyuci while returning ?" her lips pout.
"It's not bad, but it's a sight, because it's a public place,"
"Ingga kembenan also mbak, already wear clothes now, ga season kembenan. Mas Arkala was once an active young man in the village, the villagers must have seen him coming home, let alone arriving to bring a wife," replied Nanang from the front.
"Nanang lives here too ?" shania asked, interested in talking to Nanang.
"Ndak mbak, move to Ngawi.."
"Nanang moved to Ngawi, continued there since high school, along with his mother's relatives."
Shania berehria's.
"Tumben you're coming home Nang ?" ask Arka, as much as possible do not ask the Javanese language, because surely Shania will bete if they chat with Javanese.
"I'm afraid I want to go home with bojo, so I'm curious !" kekeh Nanang's.
"Ohalone ?" asked Arka, she shook her head.
"Dianter mbak Retno, "The arcs are just bohrias.
"Palek, bulek ?" ask Arka.
"Nyulus, "the answer.
"Who is Retno ?" since then Shania's ears have captured Retno's name several times. Maybe he should know her.
"Retno, Nanang's cousin from Ngawi," replied Arka briefly before Nanang spoke any further, Arka looking at Nanang with an intimidating look from the rearview mirror, "Ojo macem macem you Nang, ojo nganti panganten anyar turu njobo."
(Don't be like you Nang, don't let the newlyweds sleep outside.)
Nanang even laughed.
"Mas, instead of mas say if the mother only 2 brothers have a doang pakde, ko now mas say Nanang pak'lek from the mother. It's me who beg*o what about sii ?" shania whispered so as not to sound Nanang.
"Palek's half-brother's mother, his mother's mother remarried, and Parman's palek's daughter from her previous marriage."
"Can jedotin nutmeg Sha to the car glass not ? dizziness !" shania replied, Nanang who listened now laughed, Shania is hilarious, he thought.
"Later there do not mumoh mbak, because the family must speak Javanese, where mixed rich me !" terang Nanang's.
Shania frowned, her brain had to be drained like a test, yes she only knew ndak and nggeh, doang.
"Originally available crackle just make a gumoh !" shania replied, Arka smiled meaningfully rubbing Shania's head.
Occasionally the stream rang out as they entered the village. The bridge is quite modern because it is not from wood or rattan. The rice field landscape greets Shania. Although not very supportive because it has entered magrib time, the sound of nocturnal animal sounds began to be heard preparing to go out to start his night adventure.
The car parked in a house is not large, impressed simple even. A fairly wide yard is still in the form of red soil which is planted with quite a lot of ornamental plants. There are rose trees that some flowers have begun to bloom, aloe vera, star fruit trees that are not too big and mango trees. not to mention pot pots made of plastic buckets used 5 kilos of paint lined up. The leaves look fresh, proof that the owner of the house does take good care of them.
"Assalamualaikum, "
"Guiluah, "
A middle-aged mother came out welcoming, an old face that was already missed.
"Mother !!!" Shania immediately ran small as Arka's mother welcomed her.
"Shania, I miss you so much !" the two immediately hugged in front of Nanang and Arka who was lowering the suitcase.
"Mas, Shania cedak sanget kale budhe, what ?" whispered Nanang and Arka nodded.
(Dad, Shania is very much the same budhe, huh?)
"Nang, mature suwun ngggeh, badeh tumut mlebet riyen ?" said mother.
(Nang, thank you very much. Want to come in first ?!" )
"Matur nuwun budhe, nanging Nanang directly mantuk dhateng daleme mbah, dereng magrib," replied Nanang.
(Thank you budhe, but Nanang wants to go straight to the house, not yet magriban)
"Oke Nang, matur nuwun sanget nggeh, said meriko action," replied Arka.
(OK Nang, thank you very much, we will follow.)
The salim was reverent to the mother and Arka and clenched his hands in front of Shania.
"Thank you Nanang, " cried Shania smiling.
"Same, " Nanang walked towards the right.
"Ko mas Nanang street, mas ? Is it deket ?" ask Shania.
"Lumayan, only 50 meters "
Mom embraces Shania to go inside.
"Where is the journey ?" I asked her, opening the door and entering the house.
"Asik ma'am, the view is good dong bu ! just for a long time, pan tat Sha was hot !" he's like a child.
"Then take a break for a while, pray.then eat, mother has prepared a meal. Later followed to the grandfather's house, already waiting, " replied the mother smiled.
Shania nodded, and opened the room of Arka. the room that bears witness to the journey of the young Arka.
He spread his gaze around the room, not so big, a queen-size wooden bed. A mirror measuring only 30 cm × 20 cm hangs on the side next to the closet, a simple wooden chair and table facing directly to the bedroom window.and a small bookcase attached to the side wall of the window, the, where textbooks are neatly arranged there.
Shania sat on the edge of the bed.
"There's no folding mattress, so here we're in bed,"
Shania squinted her eyes, looking at this man.
"Review don't macem macem !"
"Even macem macem will not be banned, neng !" Arka lowered her head and advanced her face towards Shania's face, then turned the girl's nose.
"Bukkk !" he landed his fist on Arka's chest.
"Shania has just taken the XII class, keep your eyes, heart, and mind !" fiercely, making Arka chuckle.
"It's like here the high school graduate girl is straight on having kids, "
"I mean L ??!" Shania shuddered out of the room, choosing to go to the bathroom and fetch some ablution water.
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"Add more son," I asked her to see that Shania's plate was empty.
"Udah ma'am, Sha is full !" the answer.
"Ka, mother first to the house mbah.later you and Shania followed, "
"Yes mom, "
"Sha, mommy first !" Shania salim takzim to mom.
"Mas, I want to change clothes first !" Arka nodded.
"Yes, I'm changing clothes in mom's room."
Shania wears her long jeans, and a shirt wrapped in dusty pink sweater.
"Just lock the door first !" arka.
"Mas, ko deserted ? dark eh, the mother dared to walk alone, "asked Shania, the girl tightened her grip on Arka's arm, tightening her body.
"People are still at the Sha mosque, after all this is a lot of house lights. "
"So, I'm afraid !"
Only 50 meters away, a white house lined up among the other houses, looks a little bigger than the house of Arka, with a yard that is not too big.
It seems crowded, from the many sandals and two cars that are in the parking lot without gates.
"Mas, I'm afraid.what's going right ?!" suddenly the guts were eaten by bats when they set foot on the ceramic terrace.
"Well, afraid why ? the family did not bite ?!" chortled.
Arka carries Shania's tiny hand that almost sinks in her sweetter into her grasp.
"The time in school is the same as you dare to fight, continue here even shriek. "
"Assalamualaikum, "Arka opens the door of the house.
"Getishalight."
Shania put on her sweet smile when the house people were gathering together.
"Mara, "
"That, bulek..." Arcs of takzim salim include the following Shania.
"Masyaallah ayu ne, "
"Curl enom, "
(Still young)
Shania can only grin the horse, because she does not understand.does she have to scratch the head not scratch ? Somebody help me !!!
"Mas Arka, bojone koyok soap opera artist !!" exclaim one of the children, maybe Arka's niece thinks Shania.
"Kowe kid watching ne soapron," Arka rattled the hair of an 8-year-old girl.
Arka just smiled, "tepangken mbak yu Shania."
All seemed to be gasping at the arrival of Shania. Shania's eyes circulate to recognize one by one the Arcan family.
"Hay Shania, I'm Retno..." Shania looked up, a sweet veiled woman thrusting her hand. Perhaps among them, this woman is the only one who uses Indonesian.
"Mas, piye kabare ?" her question turned to Arka.
"What, kowe piye? " Arka nodded.
"Apik mas, "this woman put on her million-watt smile, although Arka did not heed her smile. Shania sees that, her female instinct is playing here. Something is strange.
"Mas, ma'am Sha ! come on ma em with !" suddenly Nanang's voice sounded from the direction of the middle room.
"Miss Nang, "
But Shania's focus was still split on Retno sitting on the sofa, sometimes her eyes glanced at the lyrics towards Arka like awkward and there was a sense that Shania could not explain, what's going on between them ?
(What's going on between them?)
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* Landscape: land view
*Nocturnal: (Animal ) active at night.
