Lurah Pondokku Candidate My Husband

68. The Creator and His Mother are struggling

That day, his mother came to his house. His face looked very angry. Without saying a greeting, without further ado, his mother immediately searched for the Creata in the whole room of the house.

"Merry, where's your Master?" asked with bulging eyes, Merry to the creeps to see the mother of his employer.

' Oh God! How can ya? Mr. Dipta had a mother like her, so fierce and rude. Though Mr. Dipta was a good and gentle man!' bathin Merry's.

"God! Asked even dumb! Where's Yourlord?" shouted his mother Dipta, Merry was immediately frightened to see his big madam like a raging lion.

"That, Mistress! That's. that's. a..." Merry was nervous to see his mother's eyes as if ready to swallow him alive. Merry was almost crying for it.

"The answer is my question! Where is your Master!?" his mother Dipta now ruffled his waist with arrogance.

"That, big lady, Mr. Dipta is in his old house, overseeing the construction of the boarding school that will be managed by her husband Mba Nur!" merry said with fear, nervousness and tears without excuse had flooded his eyelids.

"It was so planned that it was created! I must teach that one child a lesson! How dare He decide something without first negotiating with me!" without saying much, his mother Dipta went straight out of the house of Dipta and went to the old house that was meant by Merry. Anger was clearly imprinted on her face, which, though middle-aged, was still beautiful. Beauty because of expensive treatments are of untold value for the common people who let alone for the care of the upper class, to just eat everyday is already kembis.

The woman's eyes were giddy, staring at the ground before her was now filled with material and people were busy working. When he saw Dipta, he immediately pulled the child and sent his cheek to Dipta. Dipta was immediately surprised to see the reaction of his mother who for him was too excessive and for no reason.

"Mama what the hell? Come play slap-slap people! Is mama possessed by demons in broad daylight like this?" ask Dipta while stroking her cheek that was slapped by her Mom.

The middle-aged woman, stared fiercely at Dipta. Ruffled his waist and charged the vajh of Dipta with anger that was rising in his chest.

"You really are a bad boy! You decide everything in your life! Why are you so presumptuous, to pass this land, to a stranger you've only known for a few months? This land and house is our ancestral heritage! Why are you recklessly deciding on something big like this, without consulting with Mama? You really pissed Mama off and sprained!" His mother kept beating the tubub Dipta with her bag.

Dipta really did not understand, why his mother was so angry with the decision he made. When his father died, this land and house had been handed over to Dipta as his personal property, as the father's legacy for him. But why now, his mother was angry, when this land he waqf on behalf of the late wife and child to be managed into a boarding school. The created are really confused.

"What does Mom really want? Why come here even raging like this!? Let's go home to my house! We'll talk about this over there! Don't make a fuss and embarrass the Creator!" Dipta has lost patience with her mother's behavior.

"Give them time to discuss, let's just go in!" ali said, embracing the shoulder of his wife who looked worried about Dipta.

"How is this, sir? Is your work continuing?" ask one of the workers, who is now all silent, to leave their jobs. They also feel very curious about the storms, caused by the Mother of the Creator earlier.

"Where, Mas?" tanya Nur was worried.

"Continue, Sir! Don't worry, I'll be in charge!" ali gave orders to the workers there.

"Let's go guys, let's get on with our work!" shouted the foreman in charge of the workers.

Ali watched them closely and closely. Ali gave instructions what should be done by the workers so that their work in accordance with his expectations, as the leader of the boarding school.

Meanwhile, Dipta had reached his house, Dipta immediately pulled his mother's hand to follow him into the house. Dipta's mother who was still angry with her son's behavior just threw Dipta's hand hard, no matter the anger of the child.

"Explain what you have done to your mother! Mama is really not willing, the land and the house You waqf without Mama's consent!" her mother Dita stared intently at her son who was unperturbedly challenging her. He felt innocent, so he was not afraid.

"Well, let's Remind Mama! The land had been passed down to Dipta by the time Dika was married by Papa, before Papa breathed his last. The land is now the property of the Creator! Then what is wrong if now Dipta waqfkan the land for the construction of boarding school, on behalf of the late wife and child Dipta? Why should Mama go on a rampage like this? After all, the land is not Mama's property! So, it's up to Dipta to do what with the land! It's not Mama's authority to regulate that!" Dipta tried to calm down, but his mother again beat him with a bag in her hand. He did not want to be rude to the woman who had given birth and raised him.

"Please Mama don't sift like this! The land is also useless for Dipta, rather than the land is empty and not used, it would be better if it is declared and empowered as a boarding house. In addition to being a charity for those of us who are still alive, the endowment will also be a charity that will continue to flow until the end of the day! The land is useful for the people, where children are unable to learn religious knowledge and memorize the Quran. Please understand the decision of Dipta, Mah!" The Creator now rests in front of his Mother who still does not want to budge as well.

"Better the land is sold, than you forgive the foreigners! Did you hear your mom's decision?" created feelings hurt by the words of his mother who was arbitrary as if he did not care about his feelings.

"Say the same as the Creator! How much do you want to sell the land and the house?" eventually Dipta relented as well, feeling lazy to quarrel with his Mom.

" 500 million! Give the money to Mama! If the land is already sold!" finally Mama was willing to sit down after seeing Dipta give up on her decision.