Mother Connect

episode 2

Along the way the memories clashed with all eyes turned towards us, occasionally a whistling sound was heard, and 'cie .. cie. uhuy!' there were also mothers who glanced cynically. It was a shred, like going back to the colonial era, where Dorabela was a prisoner of war. Gum!

"Zinc, handle ...!" pekati o Darman

Idih, ogah dah! hug om-om.

"No!" I held her in the back brackets. The longer the bike run the slower, until it finally really stops.

"Why, Om?" manya curious.

"Om am om am .. call me babang darling!" he screamed while looking down.

Oh my God .. oh my God .. I almost turned into a great ape because of my heightened emotions.

"The gas is abis, Neng! hah ... fortunately it can be paddled, this is the reason why babang prefers beetle bikes rather than sick crater motors, if gasoline abis is just a paddle!"

What a fool I care about, what a beetle cake bike, a flower cake bike, is none of my business!

Om Darman's house is quite far from my house, we just arrived in the middle of the road. The white wedding dress she was wearing was already soaked in sweat.

Idiho! My hair immediately goosebumps fortunately he does not smell bad.

"Neng, gaping aus, nih. We'll hang out at Lela's mpok shop first, yeah?"

"To be right!" I said resignedly, emang hot beud. The kebaya I wear doesn't absorb sweat.

"Thank God .. Ouch, may my house be blessed by the newlyweds!" greet mpok Lela when our bike has just parked.

You paranoid mother-of-mom, believe very ama things like that. There is no God!

"Es tea two, Mpok!" message Darman while the back of his hand brushed off the sweat that was pouring on his forehead.

*I see, k*ok is pangling, anyway? his mustache has been shaved even though he looked ten years younger, did om Darman wear pongs age miracle?

"Ready, Den!" exclaim mpok Lela excited as her hands deftly prepare ice tea.

In the small shop of Lela's mpok, the breeze blowing, we sat with our thoughts. Just the sound of an ice cube grater made my teeth ache.

I know that Darman occasionally glances at me with beautiful beautiful eyebrows carved ala-ala caterpillar fur, but I have to keep the image. Pretend you don't know.

"Please drink the newlyweds ...," exclaimed Lela while grinning indistinctly.

Without waiting for a long time my hand moved quickly to take the glass, sucked by inhaling immediately the glass I held so empty.

"You want more, Neng?" tawar om Darman's.

"Relieve it! if onde-onde can, huh." Emang from earlier my eyes stole a glance at the Lela mpok sales table, the coconut grater wrapped in flour was very tempting. Slowly I swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in the mouth.

After quenching our thirst we continued the journey, I was pretty downstairs coming home a pack of onde-onde.

Om Darman's House

We were greeted with great joy, before entering the house, I threw a bag of plastic onde-onde containers in every direction. Onde-ondenya suda kababat exhausted all the way. Emmh Yummy!

We hung out with the whole family om Darman. I saw there were three small children sitting next to Mbah Tarjo, apparently they are indeed snot boys, he said, even the color is already thick green and thick makes my appetite disappear. Various dishes download ghost no longer penetrated my greedy soul who thrashed.

After the procession download the ghost finally only left me, om Darman and his three children also mbah Tarjo in this spacious house.

After finishing feeding the dinner of three-year-old Rangga, four-year-old Doni, and five-year-old Cici it feels like my joints ache. For one bribe alone must chase first, just deserve their mother died.

Yes Rabb ... Is this what is called the universal queen of buana?

"Neng, bribe the gaping too, dong ...!" exclaim om Damar while blinking.

Oh my God! sure enough, I asked for a bribe.

Because Darman pushy, I finally bribe with a heavy heart. Well, at least he stays in place, no need to play running around like an Indian drama.

My eyes felt heavy, after dinner and feeding them I rushed into the room. Unconscious of the moment when I entered the dream.

****

"Miland ...!"

"Miland ...!"

My eyes slowly opened staring around. Looks dim, apparently the room lights are turned off. On top of my stomach was something heavy.

Jesus, I slept in bed with Darman, what the?!

I moved his burly hand that was holding me while breathing.

I tried to get out of bed. "Cumbrian!" I screamed when suddenly a hand pulled my arm.

Whose hand is this?

Shortly thereafter. "Emak" muttered Angga, but his eyes were closed. Oh, my God, this kid made me hang. I take the Angga's grip off my arm.

Apparently Darman woke up too. In the dimly lit light he was slightly more handsome, his hair resembled Lee Min Hoo.

"Why wake up, Neng?" ask Darman while rubbing his eyes.

"Thong papah, Om. Uh, Babang!"

I thought he was going to sleep again, my mind was wrong, suddenly Darman pulled my body, tried to avoid it, but he was very strong. My tiny body can't fight it.

Om Darman keeps attacking he doesn't want to miss an opportunity, his hands are floating on my body. It feels more goosebumps. I don't know for a second how he stripped me of my clothes.

Oh my God!

He made me drift as his lips kissed my forehead. Gentler. There is a sense of smell in the chest. The taste that never existed, all this time only my mother or father who dared to kiss me.

Such a close distance made my nose inhale the scent of his body. Hiks, it smells om-om.

Suddenly the wind blew fiercely, making the curtains wiggle.

"Miland ...!" the soft voice that called me back sounded.

"Babang, did you hear that?" I asked with my whole body feeling stiff.

"What sound, Neng? it's just the wind!" said Darman who stopped the action.

Haduh, lest it's the spirit of aunt Rani ex-wife om Darman!

Instantly my fist consciously punched Darman in the face. I don't know why I hit him in the face.

"Haik!" peeker Om Darman, his hand holding his nose.

"Tante Dora, why sleep in our room? Narrow tauk!" cici protests the eldest. Of course I'm surprised.

"Aunty why don't you wear a shirt? it's cold!" keep Doni.

God, don't tell me these two kids were watching their dad's act!

In the dim light of the moonlight, my hand searched for clothes. After all, I rushed to sleep under the carpet, not caring about the grimacing Darman.

Thank goodness ...thankfulness! I almost got khilaf.

****

The next Morning

Somehow Darman's charismatic, I saw that he had just come out of the bathroom brushing his wet hair. Suddenly my brain was blank.

Am I crazy .. like om-om?

"Bah, last night my aunt Dora fought wearing no clothes!" chirp Cici on Mbah Tarjo while sipping thick coffee that I made. Instantly a spray of coffee from his mouth almost hit Cici's face.

Mbah Tarjo glanced at me, I'm ashamed dong. I want to tick Cici's mouth. Then the old man looked at Darman and immediately his laughter broke.

My face is like a cat's face, shit!

"Why don't you wait for the kids to go to bed?" tanya Mbah Tarjo, either mocked or told. The point is stupid.

I continued peeling the onions. Not here, not in my mom's house. Always dealing with onions.

I can't believe Darman is standing next to me with a bare chest, a blue towel around his waist.

Why is my heart spitting in gini, yak?

"Don't eat the cooking, Neng! Children can't eat the pedes" exclaimed Darman to my surprise.

Actually not being told, I already know. If the boys are given spicy food, then I will also bother. They must have been screaming about buying candy.

'Cup!'

Yes Gusti, yes Rabbi! Anything, anyway .. play soy sauce every where in front of the same children mbah Tarjo.

"Cie cie ..." exclaimed the men simultaneously.

I'm sure my cute round cheeks must be red. I am very sure ... I'm so sure! Very sure ...!