Not Mauku

Unable to get through life on their own

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"Who.., you can't lie to me, why does baby talk to me bah.?" persuade Dimas.

Naya did not immediately reply, she just kept silent, Dimas patiently waiting for Naya to speak.

"What's dong talking about.? what's wrong with you.?" dimas wondered why Naya was sad.

"Why not.!" Naya replied as she sat on the shoulder of the bed.

"If not why, why sad like that, who knows with the story can ease the burden.?" Dimas kekeh's.

Naya heard that speech, her heart was getting sliced making more sad, the more tears flowed, she tried to smile even bitter.

Feelings of anxiety, and anxiety, always haunt him, sometimes feel that his life is meaningless, he only bothers parents, because until this moment can not make parents happy, it makes it difficult, it makes it difficult, he wants to marry the person he loves, especially his partner is very loving to the whole heart, accept whatever the condition of Naya.

"Not why am I just sad, when do I marry to find someone who sincerely loves me.? I can't get through life on my own" Naya said, wiping away tears.

"Darling we must be married, just so I'll come see you, don't leave me, wait for me."

"Until when...,?" tanya Naya was desperate.

"Who.., you can definitely wait.? I'm sure you love me very much, don't you.?" rayu Dimas thin smile.

"No."

"No, little.? you know me" said Dimas, Naya blushed, Dimas always tries to cheer when he is sad, he always makes it comfortable, if only he was on the side.! LDR is also there comfort, either too love or how, can not be expressed in words, which is clearly the point of comfort, which is comfortable,

"What is it, huh.? I'm tired, sleepy too." Naya broke her body and did not forget to put up a blanket.

"Look baby bobo, same." Dimas also laid his body on his soft mattress. let the phone stay connected until disconnected itself, so it felt closer, the closeness between the two of them.

The stronger the relationship between them, the greater the sense of wanting to have each other, but the ending depends only on destiny.

"Who read the prayer first" asked Naya, Dimas read the prayer to sleep even though it is still not smooth but at least he can.

On Lely's wedding day, although the event was fairly simple but felt solemn and sacred, the extended family gathered all happy, joking, bustling so crowded, accompanying the happiness of the two brides.

Naya was also happy in the middle of the event, she prayed that the Laly and Wandy household was full of happiness, becoming a household that was sadinah warahmah, she said,

******

The Dimas place.

Almost every Saturday afternoon Dimas drove his mama to the supermarket to shop for kitchen needs.

Dimas who was driving the car pulled over in the parking lot, he and his mother went down, before Dimas opened the door for the mother.

They walk into the supermarket, until in Dimas choose his favorite fruits.such as longan, apple, oranges, put into shopping troley.

"Hi.., doc" said a beautiful woman, approaching Dimas who was busy choosing groceries.

"Keel what doc.?" ask Citra.

"As you can see." said Dimas, Citra slightly humped his lips hear every answer Dimas always cuek pabila approached by him, but not his name Cita if easily desperate.

"The craven doc.? happy if you have a husband like a diligent doctor, want to shop, relieve work isyri certainly, Dimas moment stare Citra sharp, when colliding with the view of the instant Citra felt nervous, his heart pounding, his heart racing, all the mixed feelings became uncharacteristic, his attitude became clumsy.

The image averts his gaze, takes a regular breath, to neutralize his nervous feelings.

"Who is Dim.?" tanya Bu Hesa pointed to the beautiful girl standing before Dimas,

"Oh, my guidance doctor Mak" replied Dimas glancing at his mother.

"Oh, Mother.? I think his wife but really old, hi.hi.hi.hi apparently Mother." muttered Citra looking at the mother Hesa while nodding politely.

"Meet aunty, I'm Citra." reached out to Ms. Hesa, greeted by Ms. Hesa late they both shook hands.

"Son's image shopping too.? same who.?" ms. Hesa frowns, it may be Citra with whom.

"Yes aunty I'm shopping too, but alone, understandably not have a companion" said Citra confidently, while glancing at Dimas who focused on looking at the goods in the supermarket.

"Yes, still single apparently.?" said Mrs Hesa with a friendly smile.

"Yes ten, no one wants to." Shy image, Ms. Hesa observed the appearance of Citra who wore short dres of cream color, long wavy hair, densely packed high body, almost perfect in her eyes.

"Suitable also with Dimas." murmured bu Hesa glanced at Dimas who turned his back.

"The image increasingly blushed embarrassed at such attention by his mother Dimas, he immediately moved to shop, because it felt clumsy, so that he did not want in the fold he put into shopping troley.

"In the beautiful also, Mamak agreed, if you date him" said Ms. Hesa who stood near Dimas, hearing her mother's words she raised her eyebrows next door.

"Mamak just knew him." with a flat look.

"Yes, but Mamak immediately likes it, he's almost perfect Dimas.?" reply to Hesa.

Dimas shook his head slowly. "Hmmm.."

The image that is not far from them stands, continues to approach wherever Dimas and his mother step, SKSD attitude is also the same mother Hesa.

"What does the child want.? sok knows the same kind of close-knit Mamak." decak Dimas, grumbling in his heart, with a look of dislike, even though he is under his guidance, yes if the matter of work is ok-ok aja for Dimas, Dimas, with a look of dislike, but if other business is not.

"Tan, can you not play sometime to aunt's place.?" Image with a hopeful look.

"Oh, of course dong Cit.., can aunty wait, just.., if the morning aunt in the farm is a difficult person" said Ms. Hesa nyengir.

"Ih, auntie don't tell me that dong, right I also work, at most there is a wajtu his spare afternoon tan." act spoiled.

"Yeah afternoon play Cit.! auntie would be very happy." mom Hesa glanced at Dimas who did not express anything.

"Wahh, it's not okay for me to be flattered" Citra said.

"Cape, old soap opera ah." murmured Dimas slowly, even heard by his mother and Citra, both saw Dimas, Dimas who felt, immediately went away.