Mother Connect
episode 5's
It was comforting, the last time I came to the market tonight was about three months ago, when you just sold your favorite buffalo.
About selling buffalo it makes you not eat a day a night, sleep in the buffalo cage. He doesn't want to be disturbed.
That's emang's father!
very dear to his pets.
The upset mother secretly took two blue notes from the pussy, and took me to the night market.
Because we live in the most remote village, this kind of thing is very special, after all it only exists once a week.
Once upon a time, when I was in Junior High School, every Saturday afternoon would be getting ready for the night market with my genk friend. Wear samaan clothes, levais pants rolled up the calves. If the five-armed road, the footsteps must be the same, something is wrong, repeat again. Aaahh .. so great!
It was so exciting that two hours had just arrived.
Things I can't forget if there are guys passing by, smiles bite their fingers while jerking their feet to the ground, or pretend to ngak let glirikin. Cabe was so good at that time.
The boys do not want to lose, wear a t-shirt his arms rolled up until his tiny muscles look, which there is a jacket like to be tied to the waist, if the way hordes, sometimes salto-salto let it be said cool. Stuckup!
Aaah .. longs for old friends.
"Sir, shall we eat first or play first?" The question of Darman awakens me from the daydreams of dark times.
"Whatever!" I answered while looking around.
"Yaudah, eat first" cried om Darman then went to a stall without walls and roofed tarp with a banner that read selling meatballs and chicken noodles.
"Welcome to our shop. Here we serve meatballs and chicken noodles, the taste depends on the taste level, you!" Those people words brought my sense of again entering a five-star restaurant.
"Bakso, Bang!" my message without further ado.
"Devil meatballs, suck meatballs, baby meatballs, single meatballs, tongue-in-law meatballs, languishing meatballs, meatballs-------!"
"What a meatball, Bang!" I'm a little annoyed, the seller's a little out of whack.
"It's a pity, in our shop there's no, Neng!"
"Alamak ... only chicken noodles!" This guy's ruining my appetite.
"Chicken kampung pa chicken town, Neng?" Crazy really!
"What a hayo?!" I asked who was following me crazy.
Haredang! The salesman even thought.
"Chicken kampung dong, Bang .. more delicious healthy and nutritious!" I said while pulling the chair tucked under the table.
Twenty minutes later. Apparently the seller's mouth alone is the pace of nyerocos, but the movement is super melt. Just for a bowl of chicken noodles takes a long time, according to Dora.
Om Darman did not eat anything, just sat beside me while smoking a cigarette, occasionally sipping a cup of ginger coffee that he ordered earlier.
A few minutes later.
"Duh, Darman ... his new style is so cool ...!" praise the mother who just arrived.
"Huekhem .. ekhem .. ekhem ...!" The noodle soup I just put in my mouth came out of my nose again. Fortunately it was just the cake. Not happy if suddenly nongol noodles from the nostrils.
Om Darman is very gercep stroking my jellyfish.
"Yes, get your attention!" one of the two middle-aged women. I looked up, apparently, the mother who was this afternoon.
I lifted the bowl of noodles, then sat leaning on the shoulder of om Darman with both legs crossed on a long bench. Asoy!
It's hard to eat kayak gini!
"Darman ... has it been a long time, come?" greet the woman while landing her pseudo-ass on the wooden chair without a backrest next to the table. Seeing the body I became Insecure.
Idih, the mother-mak's best friend.
"New, Sesyl. When are you coming back from town?" ask Darman who also began to be negligent.
Well, babang why nanggepin dried chili kayak gini, anyway? my sprains.
"Last noon, handsome .. uh cuco meow, deh!"
I can't just be quiet when my husband is teased by another woman. "Bang, bribe!" I think I'll inherit my mom's bulging eyes if I get angry.
"Udah gede, Neng. Time bribed again?"
Whats? I almost got my loyalty because of what Darman said just now. Last night he also asked to be fed, why now suddenly talk about it?
"Duh, Neng ... do not sit down!" Om Darman is getting away from me a few jugs.
Haik! Original ngeselin. Just seen a sexy mother suddenly forgets wife and child.
"Come, Bang. I'm done eating, we're playing now!" I have to pull Darman from the ruse of the mother-female bullies men even though the noodle soup still remains a lot, a pity.
There's kora-kora, there's comedy swivels, there's waves of romance, there's haunted houses, there's odong-odong. It's still the same thing, but I wish there was a roller coaster or a Hysteria like that in the movies.
"The geek enters the haunted house, Neng!"
Cheilje ...! Very tacky babang, ask to be afraid of the ghost of KW, where the entrance ticket is twenty thousand per person. That's vegetable money a week.
Mending the road in the graveyard in the middle of the night, it's free, the ghost is also original. Go home and bring mangoes.
Sometimes Dorabela thought, why should you bother paying just to be scared. Testing the adrenaline is cool so, for example, rock climbing, climbing pinang, climbing the waterfall using an umbrella, as long as not to climb the wife of someone.
"Come, Neng .. from the first babang really want to enter the haunted house!"
Because I feel sorry if I'm just a wife, I just follow her will while she can still breathe. We finally entered a ghost house.
I thought it was quite bright in here, it was dark, there was just a small light where the light was red, it was scary.
I held on tight to Darman's arm. The tunnel is quite narrow, fortunately it can still go hand in hand. Nih, om-om must be excited I stuck to kayak gini.
Scary sounds go on like real. The giggling Kunti made my heart beat erratically.
From a distance I saw someone jump. Of course it's a KW pocong, just look if it's close, I'll quote the eel.
As we passed a small bend.
"Guwaaaaaaaaaaah ...!"
Suddenly a white figure appeared. I don't know where the power of my body that possessed me to push the wall of the haunted house until it broke and I bounced out.
The visitor who stood outside with a tense face listening to the screams of the person who entered the damn house instead laughed at me.
"Sir, gapapa?" ask Darman giggling when approaching me who limp because the shame spread to the bones.
Still asked by gapapa? Do you think gini gapapa?
"Babang don't see? Dorabela's elbow is bleeding!" I shouted with full emotion.
"Wkwkw. maap, Neng .. bahaha."
A wadidaw?! He's not gaes!
From behind the broken wall, pocong, tuyul, ngesot, zombie, falak, genderuwo, staring while laughing curled up. Shit, you devil, there's no ahklak. Ngetawain people are in trouble.
Rather than being embarrassed I pretended to faint.
'Jam!'
I don't know for a second how Darman moved quickly to lift my body. The mood changed quietly. However, shortly afterwards the whispers of the mothers.
When om Darman stepped handsomely with both hands supporting me, this heart even frowns erratically, You know me so well, om i need u, you know me,
om I love u,
om I heart u.
Oh My God! it's a Smash.
On the way home, I hugged tightly around Darman's waist until I reached the yard.
"Neng, how does pesin smell?"
Waits?! I was bedwetting.
You see, wet skirt, I can't dodge.
After changing clothes and cleaning myself, I approached Darman who was sitting on the side of the bed. Too bad the bed was overrun by 3 dwarves.
"Like ya, same old mom?!" Alamak really, for what reason I asked like that.
"Jealous, huh?"
"Relieve it! Kaga is in Dorabela's dictionary the word jealousy!" answer me while throwing my face away.
"Masa ...? maapin babang, babang knows you are jealous, just now it was deliberately so that you can see your reaction and face manyun!"
what's?!
"Udahramain also .. not jealous!"
'Cup'
Landing perfectly a kiss on my forehead.
'Cup!'
Tissued attack. Fight Dora, opponent ... don't fall asleep!
"Particularly, who would want the same wife of people, mending the same wife of his own, thayyiban psalms, right, Neng?"
What's a biscuit commercial, anyway?
