Love Santri And School Teacher

Visiting the Acrome House

"ready Ma?" greet Akrom who has been waiting for love in the parking lot of the motorbike.

Cintya let out a long sigh trying to throw away her heart's worries. "yes chrome, ayok" said Cintya with a smile.

"have you straight away? kesorean later if later" take Akrom immediately leave. Cintya answered him with a nod of her head.

When going out of the school area they cross paths with Bu Amel who was talking to Mr. Rian. "the spirit of Bu Cintya, hopefully escaped to be a son-in-law.

"yes ma'am pray for me, I go first huh? Assalamualaikum" replied Cintya as she said goodbye.

"yes ma'am I must pray, wa'alaikumsalam" replied Bu Amel waving his hand.

Akrom who heard that turned to Cintya with a surprised face.

Cintya who knows Akrom is being shrouded in question marks advancing her bike parallel to Akrom. "nothing will be. I'll tell her, just calm down" said Cintya.

While Mr. Rian who stood with Bu Amel was also confused by their conversation.

"what did you mean to escape being a daughter-in-law?" tanyanya's confused.

"yes Bu Cintya wants to meet her camer, sir Rian anyway late in the past, right?" goda Bu Amel's.

"seriously Ma'am? which one is it?" ask Mr. Rian curious.

"well, if that I do not know, sir, not the story" replied Ms. Amel pretending.

Mr. Rian just kept quiet trying to calm his burning heart about his jealousy, even though he had tried to forget about Cintya, but in fact his heart is still jealous to hear the words of Bu Amel that Cintya is heading to the house of her future father-in-law.

"already sir, don't be dumb. just let it go" Bu Amel led to Pak Rian.

After arriving at the front yard of the house Akrom. Cintya was bengong see ethnic Javanese-themed houses but luxurious with spacious courtyards and tall and large buildings.

"chrome, is this really your home chrome?" ask Cintya who is still sitting on the bike.

"yes when we get into someone else's house? later on in the thought even" Akrom replied in an annoyed tone.

"so big chrome, I become chrome inferior" said Cintya hesitated to step in the big house.

"in fact, what about the world? come in. Do I stay?" akrom said impatiently.

"uh yes wait for dong krom. ah" cried Cintya a little run after Akrom.

"wait for chrome dong, mengeselin deh" snarled Cintya pulled the arm jacket Akrom who was taking off shoes on the porch of the house.

"yes the end is very long. use bengong all" reply acrom.

"would you go in the house and wear a helmet?" point Acrom to Cintya's head with a smile on her foreskin.

"uh yes, forgot" Cintya grinned the horse took off her helmet.

"bet here anyway" Akrom took Cintya's helmet from her hand to put it onto the patio table.

"thank you chrome" said Cintya.

",chrome, I'm nervous, I'm not ready chrome.where you say it suddenly" continued Cintya memelas.

"is time to go back?" ask cold acrom.

"ish, isn't that.not very sensitive anyway be a guy? calm the cake or how the cake. even sewot continues" snarled Cintya grunt.

"yeah.bismillah mbak Cintya sweet, beautiful" said Akrom grimacing shows her teeth.

"ih disgusted, ugly tau" said Cintya menoyor Akrom's shoulder.

"let's not forget the bismillah." asked Akrom to let Cintya follow him.

"Assalamualaikum" greeting Akrom when he arrived at the doorstep.

"waalaikumsalam. uh there is a beautiful teacher" replied Maftukhah from the kitchen.

"Alhamdulillah well nduk, how are you the same family? all healthy, right?" back asked Maaftukhah with a smile that did not stop expanding.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy all ma'am" replied Cintya gently.

"his son hasn't been asked, Mom?" the acrome in the conversation between the two of them.

"ah, you've been asking krom. bosen nanya continues" ledek Bu maftukhah.

"hemm. Where are you?" akrom asked looking around for his father around the room.

"not coming home chrome, the mother's phone said yes soon home.wait a minute deh" said Bu maftukhah.

"yasah Akrom to the room first if so Ma'am" said Akrom want to change clothes and clean the body.

"yes, but do not long chrome. cepet out, Cintya has not prayed duhur right?" ask Maftukhah.

"yet Ma'am, there was no time to stop by" replied Cintya timidly.

"yes, wait for Akrom to finish first. later you pray in the room Akrom huh?" pinta Bu maftukhah's.

",i-iya Ma'am" Cintya hesitantly answered him.

"chrom, the spit will come out immediately so that Ms. Cintya prays in your room." now Bu maftukhah commands her son.

"yes Ma'am, yasudah Akrom first" said Akrom again.

"you sit down first nduk, nerusin mom nyiapin lunch first huh? oh, what are you drinking?" maftukhah asked me to go back to the kitchen.

"eh, don't bother Ma'am." reject Cintya's subtle.

"eeeh can not. the name of the guest must be suguhi nduk" forced Bu maftukhah who has now opened the refrigerator to take out cold drinks in it.

"loh ma'am, why bother with everything?" cintya protests that feel awkward.

"no bother, just out of the refrigerator anyway" replied Maftukhah lightly.

"thank you Mom. I'm sorry Cintya can help you cook?" hail Cintya with a little hesitation.

"sir, the guest enjoys all the treats of the host.ok even bother in the kitchen?" push Bu maftukhah gently while gently squeezing Cintya's shoulders.

"sorry Ma'am, but Cintya recalls that Cintya was sitting around while she was busy in the kitchen" Cintya reasoned that Bu maftukhah granted her wish not to be confused.

"if you insist, let's go here" Maftukhah invited him to lead Cintya to the kitchen.

Cintya was stunned to find a neat and elegant kitchen with a Javanese ethnic theme but using modern cooking accessories.

"do you stay quiet there? ayok here nduk" reprimanded Bu maftukhah softly seeing Cintya just dumbfounded looking around.

"is the kitchen so good, ma'am?" praise Cintya for looking at the kitchen in such a way.

"this is his father Akrom who design nduk. like the modern ethnic model like this. his mother ngduk nja nduk" said Bu maftukhah.

"it's very comfortable Mom, if the old cooking gini is also at home" said Cintya while laughing lightly.

"it could be you, mother continued first nduk, will hunt later in the day"

"yes, ma'am, there is no ART Bu?" ask Cintya curious.

"there is noduk, but only the same part of the garden to clean the house.if to wash clothes together to cook mother try to do it yourself" replied Maftukhah while busy with the cuisine in front of her.

"why is Mom?" ask Cintya curious.

",because of what my family eats and wears, I want to make sure my own family works.not from outsiders" replied Maftukhah kindly.

Cintya just the mangosteen just did not dare to ask further.later will be confirmed the purpose of the words of his mother Akrom to his son, he thought.