Mystery of Love

homecoming

Finally the next morning we were picked up by Yas wak, my dhe sir. We say goodbye to the lady then carry a big bag where the clothes we will take home. We walked down the alley, jl kh ismail, to the market where len stops.

Once there len I choose a place in front next to the driver because I am phobic about riding in the car. Talking about going to the car, my saliva became eneg like I wanted to vomit. Especially when you are really in the car.

I covered my nose with my hijab, very tight. Wish we could get home in a matter of seconds maybe, hehe. I don't know why every time I get in the car I smell something that other people don't seem to feel. The typical unpleasant smell of the car makes my head dizzy and my stomach like in a stirring.

If the trip is a bit long especially in addition to uneven roads can be sure I will be drunk, vomiting ueh.

Whatever people have suggested, I've tried it all. Memplesis navel with two coyos, take a sprite, take antimo medicine the night before traveling and take medicine again before departure. The result remains the same. That's why I'm always available for a little black crackle when I'm about to travel. Just in case I want to get drunk at any time I just take my pocket so as not to dirty the vehicle.

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I go home to my mother's house first and usually tomorrow I go to the house of mbah.when I walk to the rimah of the mother who is located in the back, it turned out that my mother was in front of my cousin's house talking to our neighbor named Eko.

"Child e kayak doctor e, not pe e dewe y?" she said that when she saw me wearing glasses she greeted my mother, and since then, she's been trying to get close to my mother to ask me to be her companion.

I don't know why I'm always surrounded by people called Eko huh. Even since SD, Junior High to Aliyah, there must be someone named Eko who likes me.

When I came home, the same thing happened when the neighbors knew I was coming home. Mbah Kaji came to mak Jah and said that his grandson put his heart on me. Called Huda. When I was Smp it seemed that he was watching me when I went to the musolla near his house. He was not the type of teaser, because he just looked at me without excessive teasing. Just saying hello. He is also handsome, his manner is calm and patient. Adult according.

Mak Jah did say when I was in Junior High, if mas Huda asked me to ask you to ask me. I am still a young girl of course just smiled without responding to her. I think it's just a joke. It's not one or two who say things like that. When I mrewang mothers or mbah-mbahs that are there always ask me to want to accept grandchildren or children. I think they're just kidding.

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Mak Jah conveyed the words mbah kaji, said mas Huda," when Aini still did not want to accept me mbah? my salary is 750,000 now".

The price of sugar and rice a kilogram at that time was still about 3 thousand.

"Oean agrees with you, mak?" much

"I am areke apiki ngglani tapine ibuk e kotok ngunu" answered my grandmother.