My wife is a Jungle

Kids Don't Know It's Lucky!

The needle of the wall clock in Zulkarnain's room, has been shown at 8.30 wib. However, he was still asleep, so as usual— would be heard by the neighbors deafening screams.

“What time is it, that damn kid hasn't woken up yet!” her mother's grunts who had just finished washing clothes from the Napejet River.

Without further ado, his mother opened the door to Zul's room, a nickname Zulkarnain. He saw the almost three-headed Youth still hugging a bolster pillow, while deliriously calling the name Miko Chan, her favorite anime character—because she is the elite Wibu of Tonga Village.

“Woi! Wake you up, Zul!” yelled at her mother while hitting her with a broom handle.

Zul was surprised and immediately widened his eyes.

“Woi! Who dares to hit me, as you do me? I broke your head!” snapped Zul—who immediately jumped from his bed and put up the horses Pencak Silat, like the action actor Iko Uwais when dealing with his enemies.

Zul used to learn Pencak Silat while still sitting in school and had participated in the district-level race— with disappointing results, because he became a complementary team only so that the number of participants is not odd. However, that had already made him the head of the village thugs.

“What did you say, huh!” Randomize Mother Zul's waist, wrinkle her forehead—so rise her high blood. “You've been great, yes! Dare to fight your parents!” His eyes glared at Zul— like they would swallow him alive.

Zul laughed wryly. “No way, Mak—I dare to mess with my mother who is the prettiest in this village!“ Zul seduces her mother to melt her emotional heart.

“Beauty-beautiful your eyes!” His mother got angry and hit Zul on the head with a broom handle, so he was forced to jump from the window to avoid the tantrums of “Bos big”, the nickname he gave to his mother.

Zul stroked his head. “Apa Emak nih, do not love children. Huh!” his grunts took a long breath.

His mother frowned, because she did not expect— Zul's behavior every day became more and more so.

“Emak too! If only for children, but can not educate him!” Zulkarnain replied to his emotionless Mother— with a mocking smile and said, “Kaburrrrr! Mak Attend later angry!”

With a burst of anger, his mother said, “Do not go home again! You find there your own food, you little boy don't know it's lucky!”

“Hey, hey! What are you!” sahut her husband who just returned to coffee from the shop Oppung Sirait. “Sort of you who have this village I think,” he said again while shaking his head.

“You too! Why did you copy all the way to Oppung Sirait's shop. You must be glancing at the widow's lyrics in the house next door, right!” Zul's mother scolded her husband.

“What are you anyway? why seep there!” her husband was confused. “If you think the Siti is beautiful too,” he said again follow provoking his wife with a big smile.

Zul's mother immediately exploded, she threw down the door of the room, Zul. “Son and father are the same! Don't you guys be the descendants of Begu Ganjang!” she said as she headed for the kitchen, she was tired of seeing her husband.

*Begu Ganjang is a ghost myth among the Batak tribe.

Zul's father immediately kept his distance from his wife, because he was afraid that suddenly the plate would float from the kitchen.

He was silent for quite a while, even almost forgetting to breathe. After his wife's voice could no longer be heard, he headed to the kitchen and opened the rice hood. However, wrinkling his forehead saw the side dish that was on the dining table.

“Ais, fate! There is only a decoction of sweet potato leaves and cayenne pepper,” murmur with a sad facial expression, because they have eaten the same menu for a week—when the money selling rubber rubber is always smoothly flowing on the big boss.

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