Jum Wo Ai Ni

Gorgeous

"Dim, doain all smoothly tomorrow," Juminten told his beloved nephew.

Juminten took the time to visit Dimas, albeit briefly. He didn't want Dimas to feel alone.

"Definitely Mbak Jum, Dimas will always pray Mbak and Mbah uti," replied the black teenager. There was a sad look on his face.

At such an important time, Dimas could not be present in the midst of his family. Because of Dimas' carelessness he had to curl up behind bars.

Juminten, holding Dimas' hand, immediately Dimas, who had looked down, raised his face. Juminten smiled sweetly, encouraging the ponakan.

"Excite yes, you know this is not easy for you. But rest assured, behind all this there must be wisdom that we can take."

"Yes Ma'am, sorry Dimas yes Mbak ... Sorry Dimas." Dimas's hand squeezed Juminten's finger, sorry said along with tears that melted on his cheek.

"It ... Already, everything has happened. I've been sorry for a long time, hem."

Dimas nodded, Dimas's crying voice began to wail. The teenager hiccups, reflecting on the burden that is still squeezing his chest. The guilt on Juminten and Grandma who had been raising him all this time, so made Dimas feel tight. His intention to serve even backfired which destroyed the good name of his family.

"Udah Dim, don't cry. Later your handsome ilang, you know," Juminten's tease.

"Opo as Ma'am." Dimas smiled as he rubbed his wet cheeks.

Juminten and Dimas were very close since childhood, the age of Juminten who was adrift away from his brother made him look like Dimas' brother.

Dimas was born when Juminten was five years old, the name Dimas was Juminten who proposed. Although often reminded to call Aunt Juminten, Dimas still call Juminten as Ma'am.

After Dimas calmed down, Juminten went home. Because it is a big clock that also wants to run out. Although not for long, at least Juminten could meet with Dimas. Because tomorrow he will definitely not be able to visit Dimas.

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After all*****bizarre happened. Finally today the day of applying for Juminten arrived. The simple house of Mirna is decorated with flowers, in the form of initials J and D. It looks very romantic, although simple.

Juminten was no less beautiful, wearing light blue kebaya and hair that was carried by the model, as well as makeup by professionals brought by the future mother-in-law. Juminten looks ayu and elegant.

"You're so beautiful Miss," praised a woman as she swept a blush brush on Juminten's cheek.

Juminten was just silent, he did not dare to carelessly move. He was afraid that his movements would help the trouble fairy.

"Ok, ready."

"Thank you" said Juminten.

"Together." The fairy smiled, while tidying up her makeup tools.

Juminten stood in front of the large mirror in his closet. I can't believe seeing the change in her, it turns out she can also be beautiful if she looks like this.

Mirna enters Juminten's room using a wheelchair pushed by Ana.

"God, O God, put me down" said Ana.

"All right, Budhe iki, fill me in." Juminten's cheeks blushed, embarrassed.

The woman walked slowly to her mother, she clasped in Mirna's hand. The old eye glazed over, looking at his grown daughter.

Juminten stared at the netra who was looking at him affectionately. Juminten kissed the back of Mirna's hand, laying her head on her lap.

There are no words, only tears that represent all tastes. Ana was not able to hold back her fragrance, seeing Juminten who has now transformed into a more mature woman, it felt like just yesterday yelled at Juminten to get off the mango tree. A mischievous little juminten, and a tomboy, he loves to climb trees and play kites with boys instead of playing with dolls.

However, now the little boy who likes to wear shorts and T-shirts is now changing. He now wears a kebaya with a rag that makes Juminten look ayu, almost perfect.

In the living room there were many people who came, Brothers, neighbors, and the local RT chairman also attended. Understandably, Mr. RT's house is only two houses away from Mirna's house.

A silver-colored car stopped not far from Juminten's house, a middle-aged woman rushed down after the driver opened the car door. Mayleen took a quick step, she was so impatient to see her future daughter-in-law.

"Be careful Madam!" parman exclaimed, he was worried that his master was falling. Mayleen doesn't care about Parman, but she still walks to Mirna's house.

Mayleen was walking so hard, as if there was no tomorrow to see Juminten. He should have come with Dylan. However, the woman was so impatient that she decided to leave first.

Uncle Juminten who saw Mayleen's arrival immediately welcomed her.

"Why is it in such a hurry?" wawan asked in wonder, especially Mayleen only came with her driver.

"Where is Juminten Wan? I want to see him."

"In the Madam's room."

Mayleen just went in to push Wawan's body that blocked the entrance. So unfortunately Mayleen on Juminten, so he was so impatient. Parman and Wawan could only shake their heads at Mayleen.

"Sopo kui Cak?" ask one of the guests present.

[ "Who is Mas?" ask one of the guests present.]

"Calon Morotuo ne Juminten" replied Wawan.

[His father-in-law "Juminten" replied Wawan. ]

The man scrunched his forehead, staring in wonder at Wawan and the neatly dressed man standing beside him.

"Lha, how come you're with the kids?"

[ "Why aren't you with her son?" ]

"Mrs Mayleen was eager to meet Juminten, so she came first. But soon the young master's entourage will come you need not worry," this time it was Parman who answered that person's question.

The man was also bearded, hearing Parman's reply.

Mayleen immediately went into Juminten's room, where there was already Mirna and Ana who accompanied her favorite daughter-in-law.

"It's so pretty Mama's daughter-in-law!" mayleen praised.

Juminten was sitting at the bedside

worn out hers turned towards the door, her sweet smile expanding seeing Mayleen standing in the doorway.

"Mrs."

"Eh ... Madam again. Mama Jum, Mama," Mayleen said as she slowly approached Juminten.

Ana, who was sitting next to Juminten, shifted to make room for Mayleen.

"Look Mirna, our daughter is all grown up. I'm sorry Mir, I'll take her home to my house in a moment" Mayleen told Mirna, her hand gently rubbing Mirna's shoulder.

The middle-aged woman sitting in the wheelchair, smiled as she nodded slowly. There was no unwilling look on Mirna's face, but there was happiness there.