Mystery of Love

Moles

They come from Malang and have been in Mojokerto long enough but often move boarding. As a meatball trader, they will dwell in the small kitchen since the morning so that the afternoon can go around selling using a cart.

As a neighbor as well as the owner of the house mak Jah and mbah almost every day given meatballs until the mak and mbah are ashamed of themselves.

" Wes ojok dike i maneh.. jek mblenger me.." said mak Jah so that they do not ration every day.

" Alah mbah ..mung kedik lho mbah..."

"Let's go. wes sometime ae maneh, I don't fuck I want to..." Said Mak Jah again

"Saestu a mbah?"

"Let's go" said mak Jah trying to convince.

That's how mak jah makes excuses for them to stop giving meatballs.

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That afternoon I sat in the living room watching television with Mak jah. Then I took a photo album in the buffet. I saw pictures of our family. There are photos of me as a child, photos of my sisters, photos of mak Jah, mbah Bardi, mother and father when I was young.

I was the most upset when I was a kid. Item, dekil tree is not really. While my two sisters nanik and umrah are white-white. After that my fourth and fifth sister cika and haro are also items again.

According to the story of my father and mother when my mother was pregnant with my second sister, the father worked in China which is usually called Ms. Wa. I don't know why you don't like Miss Wa very much. Even his friends can also see the face of the father who is very unfriendly to Ms. Wa until the foreman said, "ojok getting-vibrating ambek miss Wa. son until the kowtack kik Wa you know!"

And sure enough when the birth of my second sister, his face was white mumplak kept his eyes narrow and his body fat. According to the mother probably about 4.5 kg. My mother gave birth to my sister in great pain and for a long time. Ibuk gave birth at home assisted by a massage shaman named Mbah Yam.

Because it did not come out finally Aba Yahya entered the room and prayed while rubbing the mother's stomach. Mother felt ashamed of her sister-in-law but also could not stand the pain so great. A few minutes after Yahya's aba came out of room ', the cute little baby came out of hiding.

" mak mak mak. niki you know." said my mother yelling as I was on the doorstep of the world, staking spoiled.

"lapo.." replied Mak Jah by asking back while approaching to mother.

"Niki lo areke pon medal." said my mother in panic.

Mak jah panicked then revealed my mother's rag and my head had appeared. Mak jah then ran around telling people to call Mbah yam and present me the sweet black to this world, narcissistic.....

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I turned the photos over again. I saw a picture of three of my friends who were in the room that was taken after we came home from the house. I feel something is lacking. There should be a picture of me on the edge. Why is there only mbak Ima, mbak Inun and mbak Linda yo?

I was curious then to take a photo of it from the album to make sure what I remembered wrong? I turned the picture over and it turned out to be written, 'the picture I took for a memento'

Mak jah who saw me then said, "the photo of the pean dijaluk Imam"

"heh..? when ?"

"Yo pas pean nang hut"

"Eeng pundi se areke mak?"

"Seng onok andeng - andenge ilo"

'andeng-andeng' my inner amused. My mom also has a big cuddle on her lips but if the guy has a mole on his face.