MENTALLY

YOUNGEST SON

Bima hugged the mama tightly, the new teenager was reluctant to be left by the mama. He wanted to protect his mother so as not to be sad because of the words of his grandmother or papa. "Mama dong's story!" he said suddenly spoiled.

"What story?" ask the mother who closed her eyes.

"Why can you not be liked by Grandma?" ask Bima seriously. Her curiosity is getting higher, since she was in 4th grade Elementary she always heard her grandmother or aunt talking about the mother, she said, but at that time he was a child and gradually only realized if there was a family event or when Lebaran. The more clearly the unhappiness of the grandmother to her mother occurred a few minutes ago, until Bima ventured to ask that to the mother.

"It's not likeable, it's a difference of opinion."

"Didih.mama, Bima has been big times. Already understand that grandma is the same as mama doang. Try if to his wife Om Firman, aunt Risa, always smiling stroking the hair of aunt Risa too. Mama.sitting side by side never."

Glug

Madam Anggraini swallowed her coarse salivation, how Bima noticed that far. "Eh...kok you said that, son?" ask nyonta Anggraini while cooing the nose pointed at the son.

Bima changed her position to sit cross-legged and facing mama. "Mommy's pinter, so the kids are pinter, especially me."

Madam Anggraini laughed, then ruffled the youngest's hair. Nih's son dropped who the hell, believing himself to be god-level once. "really?"

"Ck," Bima clucked dislikes. "Mbak Al is good at drawing, and sports. Mas Radit's smart game and brain tinker laptop, while I'm smart to make heart thrashing."

Back the laughter of the beautiful doctor was heard, did not expect Bima could be this busy, "Eh max what makes the heart struggling? uh you, Deck. Your playboy soul."

With his arrogance, Bima crossed sides and showed his index finger while shaking his head, "Sory ya Ma, Bima abstained from being a playboy. Ck.gimana want playboy, one girl only no one wants to be the same Bima."

Madam Anggraini laughed again, not expecting her son not much interest, "Can you?" ask Madam Anggraini while holding back a laugh. Not to forget he also held Bima's face, turned to the left and right of the manyun's face. "What's so good, why don't you do it?"

"Ah..mama," said Bima while brushing her hand. "It's the brilliance that makes me not do it."

"Diamond son of Mr. Kasim, our neighbor?"

Bima nodded. "Why?"

"Diamond said to all his friends, if I have a crush on him and our family already know each other. Really not that she's ma!" whinek Bima was upset, given Diamond's overly possessive attitude towards him. Though Bima is not too close even to the girl who likes to eat this skinny ideals. "Too me, Ma. Every girl who approached me, she was always immediately angry, she said to be pitted against her papa so that our matchmaking was synchronized. It's really halu."

Madam Anggraini already could not help but laugh, even her stomach was stiff. The Bima SMP love story is very silly. "Ih.mama, I laugh!"

"Continuously," the mother was even addicted to this FTV-style story. Especially with the neighbor's child.

"I was angry at first, telling everyone not really what you said. But he cornered me more and more as if I was covering up our relationship from the school. Swear of a sprain look at a girl like that. No jaim-jaimnya, Ma. Trus than me senewen I let alone. The sane give up."

This time Madam Anggraini was forced to stop and wipe away the tears that came out, "Trus?" still curious apparently.

"He's still rese', no repentance!"

"Yes have accepted the diamond, you are better not to chase girls. Just sit sweet, get. Rich son again."

Bima sneered, pretended to be cool while cleaning her shoulders as if there was dirt attached, "Sorry well. Abstinence for Bima pursued by girls and chasing girls now. Because someone said, the school used to be, and try to find a lot of new money to show which woman I want."

"Mas Radit!"

"Oh playboy hatchet cachet, give me no real lesson!" mama's words were still filled with small laughter considering the words Bima taught by Radit. Huf....

"Ma!" call Bima then, now her chin is placed on the pillow while looking at the face of the mother. "Mama know why Bima can tell like that to mama? whereas Bima friends if chat with girl friends just secretly continue to delete it chat deleted and the name of his girl friend given the name of the guy, for example his name is Sisi, his girl, uh his contact was named Sanusi. No, ma."

"They are afraid of parents if caught dating. A little girl, learn."

"Means they are not honest with both parents. Not good, Ma. How if the permission of group work turns out to be courting trus fitting boncegan fall because of avoiding ants passing by."

"Ngaco, where it looks like ants are passing by when it's on the Bimaaa motor!"

"It's a parable, Ma!"

"Then? what do you say when there's such a case?"

"Yes I thought why they could be quiet, because they are afraid, distrustful and not comfortable with their family or parents."

"You think?"

"As a child and as a parent, we should be open to each other. The safest place to be if someone else is an old man, Ma. Like yesterday everyone left, my heart was miserable, actually I'm a real child or a collecting child anyway, until no one accompanied me."

Madam Anggraini stroked the top of the son's head fondly, "As well as parents, it should be if you have problems also sharing with other family members, especially with your own children."

"Yes, Bim."

"Well now mama tell me what's the problem mama to Bima. Bima mama's son who grew up, can already accommodate all the curses mama."

"Really?"

Bima nodded, "If you want to cry, Bima's shoulder is solid to make a backrest." Instead of being moved, Madam Anggraini laughed instead. "You're a comedian posing as a mama's boy. Your words are funny and adorable."

"The teacher's a problem expert, Ma. That's why my words are magical at an easy age. Deflect, Ma!" puji Bima jumawa's.

"Heleh..pengajari Radit," guess the mama who knows the habits of her two sons when playing PS first, mutual confide and give criticism advice.

"Yes dong, Mas Radit gituloh. Ah...ayo mom when is the story?"

"What story, Bim?"

"The story of why grandma can not like the mother, Bima know that she does not like the mother. Please don't defend anymore, because I'm so jealous when mom defends her."

Glodhaa.

Not to be moved even make jokes back. The youngest son of Mr. Muhtar, miraculous beneerrr!