Jum Wo Ai Ni

to market

The sun had yet to greet, the sky still looked dark, as the sound of Muazin lurking could be heard. Juminten is neat, after taking care of the mother as usual. The girl went to Budhenya's house to leave.

"Assalamualaikum Budhe!" juminten shouted after knocking on Ana's door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." A middle-aged woman opened the door of the house.

"What's Jum?" asked Ana while confirming the string she was wearing.

"Sorry to bother you, Budhe. Jum, go to the market for a second, Jum nitip Iya."

"To market? same who? do I want to build your sirde, let us take you."

"Mboten to Budhe."

[ "No need for Budhe." ]

"Well, are you in the market for ambe sopo, Jum? arep gae bike ontel ta?"

[ "Who do you want to go to the market with, Jum? want to use an onthel bike?" ]

"At Dylan Budhe's anther," Juminten replied with a bright face.

"Dylan! your husband?" Ana frowned, The two eyebrows of the woman until they came together into a line so her.

"Yes, Iha Dylan said hello again if not Juminten's husband. Jum, go home first, thanks Budhe. Assalamualaikum!" exclaiming Juminten, he immediately swung his body leaving Ana's house before the middle-aged woman had time to answer his greetings.

The small-looking woman stepped up quickly. Dylan was afraid to run away, and he missed his promise last night.

"Assalamualaikum," said Jum when entering the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, where are you from? early in the morning was creeping. Make me coffee!" Dylan stared intently at Juminten with his hands folded across his chest.

"From Budhe's house, ask me to see mommy, while we go to the market later!" Juminten replied with a smile that he forced.

"O ... Uh what did you say? we're going to the market?" birthday Dylan.

"Yes we are." Juminten passed by Dylan who was standing in the middle of the road between the living room and the center.

"Why us, not just you?"

Dylan followed behind Juminten who was walking towards the kitchen. Hearing Dylan's words, Juminten rolled his eyes panted. Either pretend to forget or intentionally forget.

Still still, Juminten took a small pot, filled it with water and then put it on the stove he lit.

"Hey, what am I asking?" Dylan continued to follow the Juminten movement.

"Hey! you're not horrifying anyway? why us? I don't want to come to the market!?"

Still quiet.

"Hey, if you're asked to answer!" jolt Dylan.

Juminten put the glass he had just taken out roughly, until it made a loud noise. Dylan swallowed his saliva, as the woman stared intently at him.

"I have a name not Hey, and remember. I'm not taking you to the market, I'm ordering you to take me to the market, okay!"

"You command me, indeed who do you dare to love my orders!?"

One corner of Juminten's lips, his clasped hands folded across his chest. With a mocking smile he looked up at Dylan. Their different height, making Juminten forced to raise his head to look at Dylan

"You forgot or pretended amnesia. Last night so turned upside down and now it's forgotten the punishment, so good so you. If you want to be as good as you can do, not here the place and open me a person you can treat like that, understand!"

The sound of boiling water made Juminten turn away. Deftly he turned off the stove, concocting black coffee and sugar in a glass. The fragrant black coffee fragrant filled the kitchen as the hot water dissolved it.

Juminten put the coffee he just finished making on the kitchen table, not far from where he stood.

"Enjoy your coffee, then wash your face. I don't want to be anterin if those eyes are still there!" Juminten passed by leaving the kitchen, he also had to replace the negligee he was wearing.

With a grin Dylan scratched his still messy hair.

After Dylan's coffee ran out, Juminten finished preparing and saying goodbye to the mother. The two lovebirds went to the market with yellow iron horses, a gift from Mayleen.

Juminten pointed the way, at Dylan who was piggybacking on him. With instructions from Juminten, Dylan drove Juminten's motorcycle. At first Dylan refused, and only wanted to drive Juminten by car. However, after Juminten threatened to sulk and report it to Mayleen. Dylan finally agreed.

"Not far away?" ask Dylan ketus.

"No, I'm looking at the rame-rame" replied Juminten, pointing to their front.

Dylan also increased the speed of his motorbike to quickly arrive. But unexpectedly, a cat passed by, Dylan immediately pulled the brakes simultaneously.

Juminten's body hit Dylan's back, violently. Because of the sudden brakes the guy was doing.

"Ouch!" pekik Juminten's.

"What about falling, heh?!"juminten grumbled as he pushed back his body away.

"You didn't see that cat, what if we hit him?"

"But if you don't increase the speed of the kayak earlier, you don't have to brake suddenly like that. How about falling, if I get to the edge is not funny, still a girl, beautiful virgin again, time to go out like that."

"What the hell is that!" screeched Juminten, as Dylan's index tip pushed his forehead hard.

"Whisper, so go to the market?"

"Yes-yes so." Juminten waved his lips in irritation.

Dylan went back to running the bike they were riding. The yellow motorbike stopped in a market that was already very crowded with vehicles.

"You have 10 minutes to shop, if I stay!"

Juminten's eyes were rounded, he handed the helmet rudely to her husband.

"10 minutes of your baldness, where you can shop that fast," said Juminten with a ruffled waist.

"1 hour."

"I can dry waiting for you for an hour. 20!"

"40"

"30 deals no more!" dylan.

"Ok, 30 but you help me make a peek later" Juminten said as he walked away.

"What, you crazy woman. When I made a lick, that's right," murmured Dylan.

Thirty minutes passed, Juminten came

with one big crackle of groceries. Approaching Dylan who was tingling because of the delay in waiting.

"It's been a long time" complained Dylan.

"What's the length, it's 30 minutes to know." Juminten put down his grocery crackle, he then pulled out the phone he had set a timer on.

Dylan was just a mangosteen, looking at that.

"Eh .. You know today I'm going to cook great!" juminten exclaimed with spirit.

"Good cooking? what do you want to cook?"

Juminten smiled, he crouched open the red crackle. Dylan also crouched down, he was curious about the delicious cuisine that would be cooked Juminten.

"So I saw this so I bought it, it's rare that there's anything this big. Usually it's small." Juminten's hand picked up a medium-sized black crackle, something inside without moving. Dylan swallowed his saliva, the man's feelings were already very uneasy.