Mother Connect

episode 3

The smell of stir-fry kale was so tempting to taste, I immediately turned off the stove and poured it into the bowl. Now it is side by side with an omelet on the dining table. So sweet!

I ran to my room and brushed my hair left and right, right, right ....

"Babang .. breakfast is ready!" report to the man who is busy tidying his hair with hair oil. Uwuw, Lee Min Hoo.

"Call Mbah and the children, I'll follow!" exclamation by Darman.

I immediately went out and stood in front of the room, had to warm up first before chasing again with the boys.

"OK, one-two .. one-two .. one-two." Lug hips.

"Three, four, five, six" Cici continued, apparently the three of them were already standing behind while following me shaking their hips.

"Haics .. you are this!" my eyes looked at them in turn.

"Aunty again gymnastics, huh?" ask Doni.

"Ho'oh, it's .. let's have breakfast first." I took a step towards the kitchen, thank God the dwarves om Darman wanted to come along.

"Change, let's have breakfast!" invite me also when passing by an old man who is fun watching dangdutan on television.

End then, the children were no longer following and even joined the stand with his grandfather.

Surprised the same children now, more doyan watch the wobble of the pepper-rada iuw rather than watching cartoons. If this continues the production of children's films can roll the mattress. Lah, how about a roll of mattresses? If it goes out of business, there is still a mattress. Haha this is not funny. Skips! Skips!

"Hallo, Neng ...morning!" hello to Darman.

Cheileh, british cock.

"The kids ate?" Om Darman pulls up a chair and sits down casually. His nose sniffed the smell of food.

"Hmmm .. delicious!" exclaims Darman while smiling with closed eyes.

"It's just about to be taken, Babang." My hands scooped the kale vegetables onto the plate I was holding.

"Udah, do not need to follow them, just eat alone. You're just here," said om Darman with a smiley sweet-smoking. I see instead of diabetes, even increased tension.

Tuh, Dora's a dilemma, but said mother should obey her husband. Rebekah!

I delivered the children's food to the front of the television. Amshong, their eyes did not blink staring at the sworddut again concert.

"Dora!" Call the old man who wrapped his body in a sheath.

"Yes, Mbah?" my many.

"Give me some food too!"

O jinn seven descendants I am not your follower, why be a babu gini my life? every time we have to serve these people. They say young marriage is good. What's good, anyway?

Mother ... Dora wants to go home, Mom!

No. .. no! You must be strong Dora because you are Dora Explorer!

Now I'm dealing with Darman at the dinner table. My eyes did not dare to look at him. Especially since last night and the kiss.

But, I feel that Darman is a good person plus cute, in his day. Well, maybe if I was his age he'd be crazy too. Just don't be crazy.

"Sir, I love u." Haiks, this guy is so outrageous his words are like a bolt of lightning that burns the brain, my nerves feel like breaking up, my body stiff, my tongue muffled.

Think, Om! Jesus, remember the age of the times ....

Of course I didn't reply to that romantic snobbery. Pleasure with om-om it feels levelless.

Om Darman was still looking at me, now he was propping up his chin with both hands. The food that asked to be eaten is unemployed.

Being treated like this I was wrong, but not allowed to be shown. I take a deep breath. 'Tuut' Tuh even farted. Fortunately, Darman was careless.

"Neng, I guess babang doesn't need breakfast anymore, huh!"

Lah loh... still continue the rumbalan?

"Look at your pretty face babang already full!" continued.

Prett's! Does he think my face is bread, or buffet? Fortunately, I am not a baperan woman who when pulled into a thicket like thirsty fish.

"Jaudah, let Dora eat." I pulled the plate filled with food from before him.

"Eitz! You'll be fat, let the babang eat!" preventably.

****

Everything has breakfast, clean house kinclong, laundry is in order, now is the time to me time. Om Darman and Mbah Tarjo have left for a goat farm. I'm at home with the kids.

I just let them play robots and dolls. I'd like to watch the soap opera 'Dad Exchanged Married to My Mother, Turns Out Not My Candidate'.

It feels good to be on the carpet. The rest of the cake download the ghost yesterday and a cup of warm tea accompany my meal.

"Tante, Aunty ...," call Cici, I'll take a moment. Nanggung soap operas again.

"Aante!" The boy's voice grew louder.

"What the hell?" ask me with a high note.

"The e'e ...."

What's?! I stared, but my eyes took turns staring at the three children. Disgusted? don't ask me again, it must be disgusted. It was like flying into the Atlantic Ocean and drowning the fish there.

I have to act. "Oh, my head is so dizzy, ah it hurts!"

"Auntie why?" ask Si Doni whose stomach is round big like a ball. Want me to kick.

"It's like aunty's about to faint, huh." My hands are massaging the forehead.

'Bronghb ...!' The landing missed, my head sucked on the chair. "Auh ... shit shit" This sexy mouth can not be invited to drama.

I opened a little left eye, apparently the children giggled while exploding. Kayak monkey!

If this continues I can miss the soap opera. With a feeling of being forced to wake up again.

"Yey hore .. aunt sober!" their cheer is stirred.

Hahaha yeay you guys got prank.

"Cici, you're Angga and Doni's brother. You have to be a good child ... diligent ... same old person ... kind hearted, diligent saving, always smiling, so strong child, right, dear?"

"Yes aunty, because Cici is Cute Girl."

Cute Girl, huh?!

"Okey, so you're angga's cebokin, yeah?!"

"Ready, Auntie!"

Bhahaha .. bego here, son. Want to be fooled.

The boy whose hair was curly shoulder-length brought his sister to WC. It seems so easy to fool him. Am I sinning? I don't know if I want to continue watching first.

Driven in the drama I think about the fate of mothers connect everywhere, from Sabang to Merauke, from corners to cities, from inside the Country to abroad, from the coast to the mountains, from the mountains, from yesterday to earlier. Are they just as lucky as I am? Feeling unwavering about the child who is not flesh blood bones, veins, and veins. Or is there a holy noble death?

"Dora!"

"Shit! that voice again?" I'm aghast.

"Dora!" His voice was getting closer and louder.

"Miland ...!"

"Arrrrggggghhhhh ...." That face, that voice was like taking me to the subconscious.

For some reason, suddenly the remote I was holding threw as hard as I could, my foot quickly stepped onto the ceramic floor towards the WC.

"Udah, let my mom. Wash your hands." I cried to Cici and then snatched the dipper from her hands.

Why am I talking gini, anyway?

My hand just suddenly stuck out onto the butt of the squatting boy. Rubbing my skin smeared with brown dirt tempted my breakfast to come out of the stomach again.

"Auntie's good, yeah, now." Cici said then immediately out of the WC.

Ok ndasmu?!

The brain and other body parts are no longer in sync. My brain said something else, my hand moving as it pleased. I clean this kid. Finished, I bathed do not forget to squeeze his nose out a thick green liquid.

'Burk ...!' My body slumped to the floor with breath. I saw a white shadow moving quickly towards the kitchen.