Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong
Chapters 90. Where is Lingga?




"Yes!!"


Maryati squealed with excitement as her two neutrals caught the figure of a young man descending from the motorcycle. The young man smiled widely which increasingly revealed the good looks he had.


"Mr .... How are you?"


Now, two different generations of people are hugging each other. As if to pour out all the longing created by the separating distance wall. The wall had collapsed and left the remaining happy fragments.


"Bu Mar is fine Le. How about yourself?"


"I'm good too Mom."


Maryati broke her embrace. He smiled knots while holding the sturdy shoulder of the young man before him. "Bu Mar smelled the scents of a new title. Has Mar's son completed his studies?"


Banyu no less smiled broadly while nodding his head. "Yes Bu Mar, three days ago I graduated and now there is an S. Kom behind my name."


"Mom's really proud of Le!"


"Thank you so much, Mar." Banyu spread his gaze around. Usually Prasojo figure in the daytime like this is at home, but he did not see at all the existence of the man. "Oh yes, where are you, Mom? How is it invisible?"


"Father is attending an event at the village hall, Le. Will be home soon. Let's wait for you inside."


Maryati took Banyu's hand and guided him to sit on the porch. But just a few steps, the young man stopped his footsteps.


Maryati's forehead frowned. "What's Le?"


"Mom, I want to go to Lingga's house first. There's something I want to tell him."


"But Le ...."


Maryati could only be flabbergasted when Banyu had already taken a thousand foot step towards the Lingga residence. The middle-aged woman could only shake her head. "You will be surprised that Lingga is no longer in Le's house."


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Banyu swung his legs, down a small street that would take him somewhere. The young man sounded a little humming as if to be a sign that his mood was happy.


Soon the misunderstanding that had been created between him and the idol will soon be resolved. Soon, the relationship that had heated up due to the actions of caterpillars a while ago, will be fine again. He thought this would be a wonderful start to his relationship with the phallus.


Banyu's heart beat faster when he heard the sound of klotekan coming from inside the kitchen. And the sound of sandals rubbing against the ground floor that was getting closer to the door made Banyu attacked by a nervous feeling.


Ceklek....


Door opens. Banyu had already welcomed someone who came out from inside the kitchen with a big smile crack. But the smile suddenly faded replaced by a twitch on his forehead when not the idol came out from inside. But the figure of a man who was also not foreign in his vision.


"Sir Parmin?"


"Banyu mas? When did Banyu come?"


Banyu was still in stunned mode as he stared at Parmin's face. A few questions suddenly appeared in his mind.


What does Mr. Parmin do at the Lingga house early in the morning like this? Even the face of Mr. Parmin looks radiant like he just got nutritional intake. Did after my departure Lingga choose to marry Mr Parmin? But isn't Mr Parmin married? When did Lingga become a man-captor?


"Mas .. mas Banyu!" call Parmin while waving his palms in front of the face of this young man.


Banyu gasped and realized from his daydream. "Sir Parmin is at Lingga's house?"


"Yes Mas, I was asked for help to wait for the house mbak Lingga as long as mbak Lingga left. So every night I sleep here taking care of my pet chickens."


"Linga's gone?" banyu said convincing what he heard.


"Yes, Lingga has not lived here for a month."


Banyu was getting quieter. "Where Sir? Where'd the Linga go?"


Parmin shook his head. "I don't know where Mas is. What is certain is that Lingga went to attend the education and training of modern herbal medicine processing."


Oh my God ... What is this sign? Why is it that when the misunderstanding between me and Lingga has found a bright spot, the woman is not in this place? Is this a sign that I must fight to find her? But where is he?


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