Mother Connect

episode 4

I tried to get up, the soul of this detective forced to find out the shadow earlier.

Very quiet, I saw only the pot and his friends again nogkrong. I'm worried that the spirit of Aunt Rani's vengeance and suddenly bring a knife and stick it in this slim stomach.

But I can't possibly die right now. If dead .. sure enough, this novel must be finished immediately.

Pak Ustaz said that fear must be resisted, no matter how smashed his face and whatever form Dorabela must be brave, I want to ask directly the intention of the creature calling every time.

Kind of goosebumps actually.

Lyrics to the left, lyrics to the right. Do you see any white shadows around here? If so, say white.

Step by step, my feelings started to feel bad, it seemed like something was following.

Once again I'm looking. "Huuuuaaaaaaaa!"

My pace was as fast as the light crossed the living room and the living room towards the front yard, it felt like this leg was floating in the air. If only it were a little faster, it could be that my thin body was flying freely.

Why did the white shadow turn black?

Huhu .. That's your shadow, Dorabela!

"Tante, how about running?" asked Cici who was standing in the doorway. So Kepo.

"Neither papah, any more jogging ...." I paced both legs to run around in place. Shame I'm afraid of kids.

"Jogging, how to wear a negligee." What's wrong with negligee? I don't know where that shit came from. I see left right there's no one just a chicken pacing around not knowing the way home.

Yes, Cici's voice suddenly bass?!

"I'm here, anyway. Bodi aduhai kayak gini time not visible, anyway ...."

I turned over, a woman with a red lipstick was standing behind a bamboo fence. It's dead I'm surprised to see his shaky eyebrows blaring, neat, I thought he was Shincan's mom, but from the shape of his forehead and nose more like Squidward. The body of Miss Puff. It's possible that this man is a descendant of Bikini Bottom.

In order to seem friendly I leaned over and threw the sweetest smile at him. Mother said, it is not good to be a judge, later her friend is just a little.

"Oh, so you're Darman's wife, kok kayak maid, anyway?" ask the woman as nice as her mouth.

Whats? could she say I'm a maid ...?!

"Yes, I'm Darman's wife!" For some reason I felt proud, I straightened up and puffed out a chest that was almost flat.

The middle-aged woman instead smiled cynically. "It turns out your age is crazy about Darman too."

Who's crazy, anyway? I'm here as a woy victim, the marriage is forced.

This is the guy who talks as he pleases wide.

"Where's darman?"

Why is it that people's husbands. "What do you need?"

"No business, Lu!" judes while bending his lips.

"Yes ...." I most do not like to find a storm with others, serving people who are looking for trouble for Dora, it is very. Soon I took a step into the house and quickly closed the door.

"Basic pelletizer!" his yell.

Stupid terribly.

"Tante .. open the door!" Shouted Cici. Jesus, the kid's locked outside. Kepo, anyway!

****

Afternoon

After preparing dinner, and cleaning the house I bathed three dwarves om Darman.

Clap, I put the powder on Angga's cheek.

"Tante .. I want to too." Doni raised his chin. When I rubbed the boy's cheeks with powder, Cici looked at me without blinking. I can read the implied message from the net.

"Cici, would you like to?" haggarku, he even smiles not clearly. That little boy if again jaim. Shy meow.

"Here, I'm using!" Cici approaching. I clapped his cheeks too, seeing his curly hair I became anxious. I'm elus-elus. How cute are these kids. A child has lost his mother.

"Mr!" exclaim the three boca with his compass and then run around hugging the legs of om Darman.

When did this om-om stand there? I have to do it, time has to bend too.

"Wuih ... already smell the father's children" said om Darman as he glanced at me.

Why my lyrics anyway.make wrong behavior.

I turned my body and walked quickly away from the living room towards the room. Don't let Damar call me.

I sat pensively on the couch, looking up at my body from the tip of my foot to the top. I don't know in which way the witch said I was a maid.

I tried to stand in front staring at the reflection of a beautiful shadow like a Korean girl. Clear eyes, tiny lips, pointed nose, perfectionist eyebrows. Uwuw beud I.

"Wuih, you can jog, Neng?!"

Haiks, surprise me! This guy likes to show up.

"No, no! I'm gonna take a shower first." Immediately I took a towel and passed Darman who was leaning on the door. Don't let there be another ketchup scene.

"Babang wants to take a shower too, Neng. Just go, yuk!"

Oh My God! this om-om is very high altitude. His words kept ringing in my ears.

"Not ...!" As fast as lightning I ran to the bathroom. Since living in this house so often run around.

"Guwaaaaaaaaaaaa ...!" My eyes are stained. Again apes, this old man why not say if the bathroom is again used, where the door is not locked.

"Kok is nyosor, Nduk?" yelled Mbah Tarjo from the bathroom.

Well, if you know where there's an Mbah inside I want to go in.

Keep calm Dora!

"Maapin, Mbah I don't know!" reply me while enduring the shame that was so shameful.

***

Starting at night, the sky looks orange. The chanting of the magpies returned to the nest like the nagging of the mother I missed.

Huhu .. My fierce mother! I'd really like to embrace your fertile body.

Just a day in this house feels like giving up, but where would you wave your hands? there is no camera.

"Neng, it's Sunday night, let's go to the night market, yeah?" invite Darman who occasionally exhales smoke from his nose and mouth.

I mean, I hate cigarette smoke the most.

"Just go over the branches!" My hands are busy combing wet hair.

"But, later .. if the children are asleep."

Thank God, I thought I should hold three kids in a crowd. Especially until asking for a sling, Iuw can porous my bones. Wherever the bike fit four bonceng beetles, there are dents tuh goods.

After dinner, Kukeloni Rangga, Doni and Cici. Alternate songs to kick them so that their journey to dreamland can be faster.

"Where is he dead?" ask Om Darman when taking off his shirt. I just nodded.

In a very bright room, it was as if my eyes wanted to come out when the torn bread of om Darman was clearly displayed.

Oh my goodness sexy beud!

When Darman glanced at me, I turned my eyes to the ceiling of the room. "Piggles on the wall, quietly creeping ...." I pat Rangga's ass.

Don't let om Damar mean that look that I like him.

"Take a change, Neng! We leave," exclaimed Darman while wearing a shirt ala-ala young man.

My heart was shaking more and more erratically. He is very similar to Justin Beiber when seen with the tip of the eye.

"Branch out, I'm gonna change my clothes."

"No, want!" he said with a spoiled snob. Iuw is not cute even nauseating.

Parents acting like children are obviously not funny. Different cases if the child is a child who acts mature, it is certainly funny, cute, gleaming and viral in Tek Tok.

"If so, Dora doesn't want to walk." I turned my body and held back my laughter.

"Yes, Babang wait in front." This time his voice was blushing. Similar to someone who likes grooming and wearing a skirt even though the contents are eggs.

***

Under the moonlight perfectly round I was hugged by Darman with a beetle bike of course. The night breeze made my red veil swerve.

Passing through a patch of land filled with graves. I'm a bit of a mop to Darman. Who is not afraid, through the grave of the night. Although this rocky road there are some pedestrians who are definitely willing to go to the field as well.

"Kang Darman ... I love u!"

"Yahoooooooohaaah!" Who is not surprised, suddenly someone expressed love in the middle of the road. There is no morality.

My head crotchetted looking for the source of the sound, finally the look in my eyes found the figure of the woman standing beside the rambutan tree not far from him there were many more mothers whispering. If this is how it feels to be an impromptu actress digosipin netizen.

"Wuah .. so cute!" a group of mothers we went through. Alay wear this, mah!

What is so popular about Darman in the village. If that's the case, then I'm a lucky person, it's worth it that the beauty-associated grandmist just attacked me this afternoon.

Haha ... I just do this dried chili-cabean.

I put my hand around Darman's waist while raising my head on his back. I was originally worried!

With a triumphant smile, I stick my tongue out at them. Obviously the faces that began to wrinkle it looks hot, red crab-like in boiled use sambel ijo, love a little soy sauce. Haha ... very good to know the mother-emak centil.