Mystery of Love

choices

" Nek cak Jidin, mas Huda the same cak Deri. Pean agrees seng pundi mak?" I asked my grandmother out of curiosity to know the answer.

"Grand I seneng iki," mak jah's hand pointed towards his house cak Deri.

"Areke patient, welcome gawene temen, semayange yo temen, akas, bendino seng ngangsu jeding yo Deri iku. Grandma babes iku katoke mom e yo spiced. Sampe ibukne fill continues disingitno ambek mother e check not diumbahno Deri. Wong tuwone Deri yo. Mr. Gofar said he had a pean iri wes ngedipi pean, pingin mantu pean ce e madeanan karo pak pean" said my pugilist grandmother explained.

Cak Deri is our neighbor as well. Her mother's father was a cottage man. Although they are not among the rich but their families are harmonious. His father used to preach in the mosque and his daily work was brick work. When the mango season usually they will sell mangoes in front of his house.

Somehow when he was little Mr. Gofar wanted to make me his son-in-law until I was taught to call his wife mother. I was spoiled impressed indeed on his mother cak Deri that all can. She is very beautiful, good at cooking, can cut hair and is good at sewing. I often went there to eat because the cuisine of his mother cak Deri is very delicious and every day the menu always varies even from simple ingredients but the taste of the cuisine is very delicious. Sometimes stir-fry young mango same klotak that tastes sour sweet spicy salty uenak pol poktae, bali tofu that tastes different from others, pepes, botokan etc.

"Nopo buk's girl?"

"Buk cutno hair kulo ngggeh a?"

I used to call her and pampered to Miss Deri's mother.

I often asked him to cut my hair. I didn't ask my own mother for help because I would have refused.

When I gathered in their living room, Mr. Gofar also often said, "pean tak byno cak Deri ae lo ya. No need to adoh-adoh".

strangely they like the family already know and agree. They look compact to support the wishes of Mr. Gofar, including cak Deri who at that time also took a seat relaxing in his living room. He even smiled shyly.

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It was only when Junior High that I realized and felt strange why my brothers did not call his mother cak Deri with the call of mother, like me. When people who want to sew clothes come to Mr. Gofar's house and the house is closed usually they will go back and they ask me who happens to be behind the house and ask,"bulek jah kok mboten enten teng pundi ngggeh. iki arepe najutaken kok tiyange mboten enten?"

"The busban ten wengkeng" I answered and they were astonished .

"Hud?" they ask back.

"I mean kulo bulek jah" I said.

From that moment on I felt a bit awkward when I called her mother cak Deri as mother. I also began to get used to calling him 'bulek jah' like the others.

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"Nek cak Jidin yok nopo mak?" ask me again

"I'm yo no popo. Areke yo slick, teacher, wong tuwone y semayang, temen"