My Neighbor's Young Police

twenty three

Gita pov's

Though this heart was already good, already not sad anymore about his departure. I was strong, replaced by the same feeling of sprain plus keki because of a man I just saw. Wherever I used to be, the feeling every time I followed my father back to his hometown and spent days, never squirming the creature created by God on this one. Never met a person who made a sampe to ubun ubun. But why in the time of kayak gini, even nongol people, make mekel heart only.

We do not need to reveal about tuh guy, meningan I heard the Quran verse that again chanted at the residence of the deceased sibah, the reading is also eloquent, not slow, not too short also rich in uber uber same time. These people read it actually really live the true taste.

"Whose voice is bun?" Curious feeling.

"That's Lek Aini's voice. Om Is's sister knows, right?"

Mother of explanation use a voice that is very slow, half whisper.

Yes understand, we are again in the kitchen, waiting for food as long as the guy is still on the saw.

"Oh. means his cousin Farhan dong bun." Mother just ngokuk. "Such a son, his voice bun. if singing must be melodious."

"Yes. Mother of her horrors is very adem this heart. Your father's voice mah, lewaatt." Mother demonstrated with her hands.

"Yang so his wife must be very seneng tuh bun, big head I mah surely if in the position of his wife."

"It's still him, if it's not wrong, he's two years above you."

"Huh? Who's really bun?" Young dong yes.." I shifted, trying to find a loophole for this study leader.

"Which bun.want to see. Not a handsome one?" Mother mother who was in my hands even on giggling giggling to wriggle my behavior.

"Ish. you." Instead of helping, mother even nabok my arm, why the hell? "Shame on you! You met him, how the hell.."

Mother looks very excited to talk to me. Lah. reasonable yes, I would like to know which girl is not ijo if there is a handsome guy, not just about money jajan doang you know..

Ehh bentar deh. what did you say? have I met a guy? Which yes, guys are a lot.

"Where the hell is bun? Make a little spoiler."

"You bought your mother's negligee in the same town as her Gita!" Your index finger even noyor my cheek. What is your mother, really fierce.

"Bun time? Real ones? that stiff guy? Can he talk about bun? I think he just learned to talk bun.. AAAWWW.. ssshh. sick bun.."

For my question or statement earlier, even in the same prize with a small pinch of the mother on the waist. Ouch. amused in pain is the same as pain. Crazy nih mother, in question even answered using violence continues.

The power of my little scream just now sepet caught the attention of everyone, including the najai. You see, there are some who look towards the place where I am the same mother. Duh, daddy's with you? It could be proof of this if ngadu to father later.

Long enough anyway, wait for the study to finish until switching to a snack meal. Heum.. a lot of good for the study of the Mbah. They come with their hands. How the time of his life Mbah, until the crowd who fell gini. Some bring fruit, cakes, bread, nuts until one plastic gini, even water gelasan aja sampe berdus so. My coolest mom..

After the study is over, my mother and I just came out of the kitchen, help to kumpulin again plate that was filled with cakes and fruits.. Hmm. until the gini. Blessings to you mbah..

When the other father had disbanded except the nuclear family, but the mas Lana was still there, he again helped the father to stack dishes and plastic cups.

"Ngapain ngeliatin son of the mulu. Bring me kedalem." You put a dirty plate in my hand suddenly.

"Dad, slow down dong. Surprised me, if all jatoh will break."

"Yes no papa, let's race again. Let the dateng come here again." That's Rendi nyaut om, he doang who relax really if you say, different from the father. Stiff.

"So why on the yell in the dalem. Who's talking to?" Father's voice was firm, demanding an answer.

"Mother, pinch the pinch is not clear."

"Well, mother is the one who got it."

Well. if the mother directly nge gas like that, father would not continue to anger him, just stay in the kitchen. Heavy also nenteng stack the plate kayak gini.

"Laen times if there are naji people who are orderly, if you can't at least diem aja, don't disturb." Whose voice guess what?

Yes, that's the stiff voice. Tumben long bnget. Usually just a few words. But his tone is like a sewot guy gini anyway.

"Enak aja kalo by the way. I can njai ya. Don't you just say that." I don't want to say I can't pay. Dad's people just go to the teacher njai to the house.

"Kalo can najai ya follow. Don't even bother. Satan just disturbs it using a subtle whisper, which man instead yells scream."

Still a person. Tumben at home long ago.

"What the hell. Not intentionally yelled."

"You're wrong to apologize, not find excuses. I don't like it the most."

The one who doesn't like it, the same relationship here is what!

"Yes sorry." Let cepet.

"Don't repeat it." Declared. Abis was turning back and away. Lah.. This is what does it mean? Feel like an ultimatum again? More powerful than my father.

"Don't be alone in the kitchen, the third is a demon." Mother's voice. Ustad was angry and was angry.

"Mothers are we talking?" Mother just ngokuk. "Berati dong's third mother."

"No. That's why you don't talk, afraid to be the third."

"I'm not talking bun. She's angry at doang. Wonder me. Angry turn, by the way a lot. Last afternoon mah, he had a conversation and not even in Sautin. Rese"

"Haha..." It's nice that mommy ngetawain her son who is in her heart again. "Udah do not sprain, Farhan has come noh, bring tea angel gih, kasian long distance travel, very tired for sure.

Make a driver too, not drive yourself.