I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

Me Vs Mommy Sukaesih's.

World Morning... The start of a good day, a girl with short shoulder-length hair and flat bangs that almost covered her entire eyebrows was smiling brightly in front of the mirror.

Looking at the real face is ordinary, but for him it is a creation of God that he must be grateful every time he wakes up.

The routine thing he did, smiling with various poses from lifting his legs walking two steps while turning, until his Bob's hair fluttered left and right, right, in essence, the girl named Kunia Rahayu is one of the women who loves herself the most.

Braaaaaack...! Braaakk...! Braaaaaack....!

A rough knock every morning never surprised him. Until he had to end the ritual and then open the door before the knocker destroyed the door.

Kriee... Lazily he opened, pulling his hands up, stretching his body he greeted a woman with a hair roller filling his head.

"Mom thinks you're dead, why didn't you snatch my call from earlier?" His grunt while ruffled waist.

"The idea was so, before I listened to my mother's voice like an empty can every morning," he muttered as he inserted his little fingertip into his nostril in search of the natural gold hidden deep enough.

"Sad...! You think I want to yell every morning huh...!!!" Pekik the mother growled. So that makes Kunia rub her ears quickly.

"iyaaa... yaaa... What do you want to call me early in the morning like this?"

"Blind blind said he? Are you currently wearing black softlens? You see the sun outside, even a flock of Chickens have gathered to hold an arisan. You slackers!!"

The world did not pay attention to him just being quiet, instead He would be surprised if the mother did not sing this morning.

"You see your clothes you've been soaking since yesterday morning in the bathroom, when are you going to wash them?!"

"I'll wash it, Mom."

"Later? Since yesterday, later..later...later... See you tomorrow you will answer the same. If only your clothes were nuts? Maybe he's not a sprout anymore but Tauge!!!"

"Aaaah.... Da... Yes, I'll wash, after I call Anwar."

"Can't!! You need to wash it now!" The middle-aged mother had run out of patience, so dragging her child into the bathroom was her choice. But it is not Kunia if it does not hold its body by holding the door frame as tightly as possible.

"Let's be thirty minutes, to say good morning to her."

"I don't care about that rancid pestle, now that I need you to do your job, I can't stand the foul smell of soaking clothes, you!" Ms. Sukaesih continued to pull the girl's hand, as hard as she could.

"Twenty minutes... Please, "is still trying to negotiate.

"A second will not I give," the voice of Ms. Sukaesih has been heard chattering. Because not only interesting, he also hit the arm of Kunia who still holds the frame of the door.

Wearied... He also decided to tickle the slim stomach wrapped in a white t-shirt.

"Aaaahahahaha, Oh my God.... I will survive!! Buahaha.... I won't let go of my defense."

"According to it or mother will do more than this–" the more crazy Bu Sukaesih tickled the belly of Kunia making the girl clenched her lips even more tightly, the more, holding back the laughter and amused made by the mother, but her hand grip is still not separated.

Until a few seconds Kunia began to give up, she released her grip and held her hand.

"alright... Alright... I surrendered... Me?" His breath was wheezing, "i'll wash my clothes now, so stop."

Bu Sukaesih both set her breath while staring intently at the child. Then touch-touch gently all the hair rollers attached to his head. Ensure that no rollers are damaged because of the action earlier.

"Wash your clothes!!! Or you're the one I'm gonna grind on the scraping board!" Pekik Bu Sukaesih before it passes. Meanwhile, Kunia is now leaning back due to the brutal attack of the mother.

"I can die if it goes on like this" he murmured still limp.

"YESYOOO!!!!" Shouted Ms. Sukaesih from the kitchen to make sure the child did not return to his room.

"YESYY...!" The girl sighed, "wait if I'm married to Brother Anwar, I'll be released from the mother's chatty prison."

His slightly stomping steps led him to the kitchen area, then into a room that was not so narrow.

Yep... In the house there is a two-drum washing machine, but because it is damaged so it cannot be used for a while.

Kuni also took out a bucket containing her clothes, not to mention that she had sniffed an unpleasant smell, making her want to vomit at once.

"God...! Why would clothes that are soaked a day and night smell like this?" He decided to spill it all, then replace it with new water and detergent again, whether it affects or not?

He deftly began to organize, from the squatting chair, the polishing board, soap makeup and brush clothes.

"Okay...! Just seven sets will definitely be finished soon." He began to wash one of his clothes. Indeed washing is the work he does not like the most, because from washing it will lead to other work such as sun drying, and if it is dry he must lift it and fold it, and fold it, not to mention that if he wants to look more presentable, he has to iron it too. It is a job that can take up all day.

Especially on this Sunday, if only Anwar was not busy maybe today He was ready to date.

A few minutes later, Kunia was done with the laundry. Just stay sunbathing, he also sat for a moment on a wooden couch beside the house. On the side of the clothesline that stretched quite strong.

He rubbed the sweat on his forehead, staring at the rising sun. He took his phone out of the pocket of the shorts he was wearing.

There hasn't been a single message from Anwar since eight last night. Kunia smiled at.

"It seems, Anwar's brother is very busy. I have to understand, he's working for our future too." The world was whiny itself, imagining when suddenly Anwar came with his parents to propose to him.

Where he would be pecking, with the wind blowing through his Bob's hair.

Stunned by the high-statured Anwar, using a long-sleeved batik shirt and pants material. Very dashing, while holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

'World, Marry me... I'll make you happy.'

The dream continued until the time they were married.

Where Kunia was standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast for her husband, suddenly a man hugged her from behind.

'His fragrance? My beautiful wife really knows how to spoil her husband.' Anwar grabbed Kunia's face to face her, the face was getting closer and closer.

Where the lips of Kunia who also advanced with eyes closed, waiting for a soft kiss landed perfectly on her lips.

Cssss....

"Yahoooo!!!" His astonishment shocked, where the mother was already standing before him with a bag of hot figures in hand.

"You think your lips are sexy, huh?"

Kunia stared at the lump while covering her own lips. "Mother that's really yes, if my lips jontor, how?"

"Let it go, and not finish your job anyway? Even fantasies that don't."

"Qc...! It's in there, it's also willing to finish. Just disturbs the fun of her daughter."

"Disturbing the fun, you say? Hey– what's your pleasure like? Unemployed, then fantasizing about the no-no? It's eating!"

"I'll be working any minute– don't have to worry."

"From a few months ago you spoke like that...! For example, Reni, she works as a celebrity in the Maya world, her hobby that likes to dance and that makes a lot of money. So that her flirtatious mother, always proud of her only daughter. And you, what? What you got your dad's money you spent on that jerk."

"Mothers... I told you not to insult Anwar like that. He's a good guy. After all, Reni can be like that, she has capital. While I what? Let alone asking for money for Utube capital, to buy cilok alone must get a blow first."

"Have forgotten about Reni– the point is I don't like the man who claimed to be your lover. You call him good? If he's a good guy, he'll never get you an ATM machine running."

"What's this mom talking about, why is it traveling everywhere?"

"Hei– it's time you realized...! Don't be the love slave of a braking man like Dia– you'll regret it later."

"Yes, my dear mother, stop your sermon, I'll work after this and make you proud okay."

"Good, I pray you can pick up the boss from where you work."

"Mother–"

"That's better than you should be with that sneak." Bu Sukaesih still sneered at Anwar while waltzing away. Because he never liked the man who had been in a relationship with his son for years.

Kunia breathed...

"It looks like I have to take Brother Anwar to get back to my mother" he murmured. He again walked two steps closer to the bucket of clean clothes, and began to sunbathe.