Mother Connect

episode 1

"Miland ...!"

"Miland ...!" call mom with a voice. I don't know what made the middle-aged woman start the concert so early.

With a slight annoyance the knife I held on the table, then walked towards the source of the echoing sound. These tears continue to pour unstoppable power, snot also melted, thankfully I immediately scooped up.

"Here Dora ... sit here!" Mom patted the butut sofa she was sitting on. Mother is not alone, there is a father and also two guests whose faces are not foreign.

I followed my mother's invitation, sitting beside her. All their eyes were on me, I was embarrassed. It feels like the center of attention.

"Jeez .. This kid hasn't said anything yet!" ketus mom while showing off her bulging eyes.

"Blame onions, Mak .. onions that make Dora cry."

"The Village Chief's son, what did he do to you? Say Dora!" Mom raps as she likes her deaf-pepper hearing.

To straighten out this misunderstanding, I looked at my mother's furious face and said, "Ba-wang, Mak ... Ba-wang, not Kang Dawang!"

"Oh .. hahaha. Say dong," mother's laughter boomed while her soft hands slapped my slim thigh like a Korean Oeni. Give me dong.

Instantly my thigh meat was warming up, if only there were no guests, I had washed these pants, maybe there was a signature of the mother there.

"How are you, Dora?" greet the thick-moustached man. Make me creep.

Dih sok familiar.

"Okay, Om... not yet breakfast, because my mother just bought a-a-au!" My leg feels like a counteiner.

"This child," murmured as she pressed her cute, round, unyu and big feet on top of my feet.

"You're getting prettier, Dad, Dora!" babble om Darman.

Iuuw .. I swear by what, what dream I can - can be combined om-om.

My feelings began to feel bad when the father and the two guests spoke at length times height happy two. Well, formal chat. Mom grinned once in a while, like a horse.

"Dora, make a drink, gih!" exclaim mom with a sweet smile like gulali.

"Begin' abis, Mak!" my lament, all of you raise your legs so that they are not rinsed again the same mother. However, it's a pity that apparently on my ass that tepos landed a pinch.

"No papa, Mom. Don't bother! we've been drinking from home" intercept Mbah Tarjo, om-om's father.

My heart cheered, yes! not told by mother.

Actually I'm not a lazy child, just because it hasn't breakfast, worms in the stomach on the demo asking for rations, so limp.

"Dora, would you like to be betrothed to Kang Darman?" asked the father, his eyes scared me. Like being forced.

I don't know what's on my parents' minds, beautiful girl, cute, uwuw kayak gini want to be betrothed to om-om. Where's the widower, his son three more. Is it because he is a goat?

Mother does not want to lose, her gaze is more creepy. If only his eye support wasn't strong, I'm sure his eyeballs would have rolled to the floor.

"Dora think about it, Dad?" my true bargain wanted to be salto while singing, I cried imagining .. how cruel my mother and father were!

"Not to think, Neng. I will make you happy. Every Sunday night you take to the night market, and tomorrow we go for a walk around the village," said the om-om who is young. Pake calls it all.

No, not mahram yak ....

"Where is the long journey, you can decide in just seconds. Why the hell, should I?"

"From the many girls in this village, only you make your heart tremble, Neng!"

Uwuw beud bye! The original combination makes my stomach acid recur.

"Sorry, Om. I can't answer it now!"

Well, I dare not give an answer. The look of my parents made this thought go awry. My little heart says no, but the people I love put up faces of hope.

At last om Darman and Mbah Tarjo came home with a sense of dissatisfaction, I also believe their necks are dry, the leaves are falling. Ah, not .. instead sing.

The father moved from his seat, moved into the lap of the mother. Ehuy! Fortunately, his mother's posture was bohay, the father who cungkring immediately namplok.

"Don't dirty my eyes, Mother, sir! Dora is still plain," I complained as I covered my face with three fingers.

"God! Romanticism in the family is necessary, let it last until the grandparents!" cetus father, ala Mario Teguh.

"Ampe grandparents? Ppfff ... hahaha, if you are divorced, continue to marry your younger, sir?"

"All right, little boy! You should marry Darman, if you don't want your cute father to go to jail!"

Go to jail? Is this all due to debt problems? I think this kind of thing only exists in the soap opera Indomisar, do I have to be punished until it has to be betrothed? What a pity your fate Dorabela.

If only I were not an only child and had a sister, I would have been able to avoid an arranged marriage with the talented widower. Whatever your father and mother, I love them very much. No one can enter the iron bars.

Okay, I've got an arranged marriage with Darman, my tribe's screaming asserting I don't love her .... This love paints history, creating a story full of grief so that anyone God knows Dora's heart is hurt. Yeshaiy ...!

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A week later

After passing through the days of dreadful waiting because of the shadow of thick moustache om Darman, finally arrived on our wedding day. Well, really lightning. I don't know what made the three-child widower rush to marry me.

With a panai of five million and dowry of three goats I finally officially bear the status of wife, as well as stepmother of three snot boys who need to train airing. Although I'm only eighteen years old. It is very different from Darman who has been thirty-five years.

"Emak, maapin Dora, all this time Dora always pissed off." My tears flowed when my sunkman. It was like drowning as my mother's body hugged me tightly.

"Sir, maapin Dora, all this time always ledekin, Father!" My father hugged me tightly. Inadvertently my snot melted in his batik shirt, thankfully you were not aware.

"We've forgiven you, son. Be nice to your husband, don't be a kid again!" father's advice to me.

"Darman, don't you ever play with Dora!" a warning from Mom. Though all this time my mother always oppressed me.

Hiks .. but I know, it's all a form of affection. Where there is a mother who can hurt her child without cause, especially to be hurt by others.

"Calm down, Mom, sir, I'm gonna make Dorabela the queen of buana!" chirps om Darman.

Tch ... Unrealistic shake-up. His words are ridiculous.

After the wedding, I was finally brought to Darman's house by riding his beetle bike. Along the cobbled road the 'gritak ... gretak ..' sound of a can being deliberately tied behind this bike made my ears hurt.