Jum Wo Ai Ni

Gifts

Juminten could only nod his ass, he could not argue with what Mayleen said.

The sound of the roar of the car rang out from outside, Mayleen got up from her seat. Get ready for the lecture, if the one that comes is Dylan. Mayleen had put on the face of the sanggar to welcome her only son.

However, Mayleen's face changed. He looks happy when he sees a pick up car stopping on the road in front of Juminten's house.

A man wearing a dealer uniform walks into the yard of the house, he speeds up his pace when he sees Mayleen standing in the doorway.

"Madam, sorry we can only deliver the goods now" the man said after bowing respectfully.

"Yes, it's okay." Mayleen's eyes focused on the two other men who were lowering her order.

"Jum, Juminten!"

"Yes Ma."

"From kid, look at that. Do you like it?"

Juminten put back the old cilok plate he was about to bring to the kitchen, he turned his steps. Walk towards the door.

"Geez, is that Ma?" juminten asked with a stupid face.

"Motor is what's more," replied Mayleen casually.

Juminten also knows that it's a bike, but the problem is what the bike is for here. Juminten frowned not understanding. He was still staring straight at the bright yellow motorcycle the dealership had led to his porch.

"It's your wedding gift from Mama Jum, don't you like it?"

"Ma-Gift?"

"Yes. How do you like it?"

Juminten did not answer, he still could not digest Mayleen's words well. The girl was still unnerved, with the sighting of a two-wheeled vehicle that she believed was not cheap. Because Juminten does not often find such a type of motor.

"Mom, you can ask for his signature" said the man in uniform, offering the administrative papers he was carrying.

Mayleen nodded, she received the pile of paper. Read it, then put signatures in some places that the officer showed.

Dylan's red car stopped, not far behind the pick-up car that delivered Juminten's motorbike. The narrow-eyed man came down, with a medium-sized black crackle. His eyes narrowed at Juminten and his mother on the porch of the house along with three men in white shirts. Mayleen seemed busy checking the sheets of paper and a man seemed to explain something to her. While Juminten, the girl nodded her head and occasionally smiled, at the two people who were explaining the features on the yellow motorbike.

"Ma," said Dylan.

"Eh ... Already home you, see Mama buyin Jum a good bike right," said Mayleen proudly.

Dylan looked towards the woman who had just become his wife this morning, with a dismissive smile and both eyebrows raised.

"That he can ride that bike" Dylan sneered.

"Yes, you taught me that she was your wife."

"I'm Ma?" dylan asked as he pointed at his own nose.

"Yes, who else if not you!" ketus Mayleen, with a cynical look at Dylan.

"Mama doesn't want to yes if Mama's favorite daughter-in-law is taught by others, and just be careful if she gets scuffed. You will know the consequences!"

Dylan who got this gaze from the Mama, could only sigh resignedly.

"Yes ...Yes, Dylan taught me. Dylan comes in first, Ma."

Mayleen simply nodded with a wagging hand as if expelling Dylan.

"Actually Mama's son who the hell, tell me to teach him anyway. Huh ..." grumbled Dylan.

The 180 cm tall man slammed his butt in a rattan chair. He also placed a plastic bag containing an egg martabak that he deliberately bought on the roadside when he came home earlier, although he did not like egg martabak very much. But, yes at least let there be an answer if Mayleen asks what she is out to buy.

"Do you like Jum, the bike?" ask Mayleen gently.

"Like Ma, but isn't this an exaggeration?"

"Excess what? nothing's too much for your daughter-in-law." Juminten smiled at Mayleen's words.

Dylan just rolled his eyes panted at the chatter of the two women. He really did not think to the Mama, He had not known Juminten for long. But the woman already loved him very much, even his attention exceeded his attention to Dylan.

Mayleen slid her ass, so she could look at Dylan.

"What are you out to buy, these nights?" mayleen asked full of questions.

Dylan smiled, it was fortunate that he had already prepared an excuse for this. He picked up the black plastic bag on the table, then handed it to Mayleen.

"Ma, special martabak with double telor."

"Martaback?" Mayleen fused her eyebrows together, she opened the plastic and took out a white paper box. Instantly, the savory aroma of martabak came out.

"You don't like this, why buy?"

Dylan scratched his head which was not itchy at all.

"Make him Ma, yes Dylan bought it for Mama's favorite daughter-in-law" he quickly quipped.

Juminten raised one eyebrow up, satanic tambet what the slender man did.

"O .. good then." Mayleen smiled, she closed the martabak box again.

At least there has been progress, Dylan has started to have the initiative to buy something for Juminten. It's a good thing, that's what Mayleen had in mind.

"Jum, finish this martabak. Purchased specifically for you by Dylan would be nice, would it be Dy?"

"I-Yes Ma, said the men, this is the most delicious martabak around here."

Juminten smiled stiffly, receiving a box of martabak that the in-laws had thrust.

"Still Ma" said Juminten softly.

"Don't thank me mom, say thank you to your husband."

"Thank you" Juminten said, looking at Dylan.

"Together" said Dylan kindly, so that the mother would not suspect.

"Mama look at you guys like this. Then Mama said goodbye, it's already night," Mayleen said as she got up from her seat.

"Yes Ma, thanks for everything. " Juminten kissed Mayleen's hand, and so did Dylan.

"Together Jum, you guys take a quick break. Mama go first, Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered the two lovebirds almost in unison. They also stood to take Mayleen to get into her car.

After the car that Mayleen was riding in began to drift away, Dylan stared coldly at the woman standing beside him.

"Are you the same Mama?" ask Dylan with a pout.

"I didn't say anything" Juminten replied casually. He turned his body, swinging his steps back into the house.

"You sure you didn't say anything?" cerca Dylan still doesn't believe in Juminten.

Kesa, Juminten stopped his steps.he turned around and looked at Dylan who also stopped behind Juminten.

"Listen, sir, I'm not a talent so cheap lambe. Mama also just asked me where, and I said I don't know. Because I don't want to know where you are either. Pleased!"