LOVE FOR IZZA
Ohh.. Prospective Mother-in-law
Finished subuhan, Izza frowned to help make breakfast. He felt a little disinclined to Arlan's parents if he didn't come to help downstairs.
But it turns out,
Izza stared at the clock on the wall to reassure, only at 6 a.m. The dining table was full of food. His heart was shocked and embarrassed.
Her mother Arlan looked down at Izza who stopped in the middle of the stairs. He's putting dishes on the table.
"Good morning aunt .. " Sapa Izza then.
"Morning.not used to cook at home, the clock just woke up.. " Pants.
"Non.. what medang.. ?" Mbok Mirah approached Izza.
"Let's make your own mbok.ampean nyapu page.. " Say her mother Arlan.
"Let me take the mama's. Mbok, where's the broom.. ?" Izza Sela.
"After Den Ayu.. "
Izza headed for the back door following Mirah's mbok.
He wore flip-flops and held a broom towards the mango tree next to the house .
"The garbage was entered into the barrel, Den Ayu.. " Direct mbok Mirah.
"Yes mbok.. " Izza started sweeping slowly.
Actually he very rarely sweeps the yard with a broomstick. And fortunately when she joined her grandmother in Semarang first, she knew how to use it.
At the end of the fence a mother greeted him.
"Seng resik mbak.. "
"Yes mom.. " He tried to smile kindly.
"Samples on Bu Lastri.. ?"
"I'm a friend of Arlan's.. " Izza replied badly.
"Excuse me first ma'am. want to continue his life .. "
"Yes-iya monggo.. " The mother seemed to still be paying attention to Izza .
"Why win.. ?"
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After finishing the show, sweep it. Izza washed his feet and hands and entered from the back door. Looking for a place to drink water.
"yes Om.. " Izza stepped doubtfully towards the dining room.Arlan was not there yet. He sighed in his own annoyance.
Mom looked back with a look last night. Dad was friendly and still friendly.
"Arlan hasn't woken up yet, Za, just slept through dawn. We talked all night.." He lighted up while chewing his food.
Izza was just slow, and started to open the plate. The breakfast menu at Arlan's parents' house is as varied as a side dish during the day.
Izza took just a little rice and side dishes, she was not used to having breakfast with a full side dish.
After finishing breakfast and helping to clean up, Izza walked towards the left side of the house. Apparently there is a pool and Gazebo .
"Den Ayu, if you need anything to make your own yes, mbok want to shop.. " Pamit Mbok Mirah carrying grocery bags.
"Yes mbok.. "
He sat down to open his phone. It's 9 in the morning, and Arlan hasn't woken up yet.
Mother who suddenly came to make Izza shocked, so he did not have time to send a message to Kevin.
"Do you feel you are better than Syifa, until you dare to go this far.. ?"
"I never felt so mom.. "
Izza tried to speak as gently as possible.
"Until now, I won't accept you as the daughter-in-law of this family.. !"
Mother closed her hands in front of her chest, staring cynically at Izza who was just flat-faced.
"Syifa is much more worthy than you who are only a widow.. !" His impact and passed from before Izza.
Who could be your daughter-in-law, Mom, your own son is crazy.
What would be my fault if I were a widow.
Izza wanted to say those words. But only able to be limited in the heart. However, Arlan's mother is older and worthy of respect.
"Arlan. wake you up.. !
5 Minutes you don't wake up, I'm home.. !"
His words in the voice mail vented his annoyance.
Arlan answered him shortly through a written message.
"Yes dear.. "
