ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 132: MANA RESISTANT

Gita was indeed asked to bedreast by midwives in the village. But that doesn't mean you can't do anything. Only, it is limited to doing heavy work and making him tired. So, of course, it will not be a big problem if you just walk to the house next door. Moreover, what he did there was just watching his mother Siska make a pempek for him.

“Hai bumil..” Sapa Siska cheerful on Gita who he just met after knowing if Gita is now positive to contain.

“Hallo newlyweds..” Reply Gita no less eager to reply Siska greeting earlier.

The two are divided by each other's calls. What an unexpected friendship. But it really is a sense of closeness that is difficult to break. Because indirectly at the end they have a brotherly relationship.

Siska's mother began to process the manufacture of pempek, sometimes he explained the material also conveyed the dose. But not as interesting as Gilang of course. Because Gilang uses love seasoning in his cooking.

Ah, why has it been only 30 minutes that Gita has missed that guy again. Gita just realized to make a call to Gilang. But his 10 calls have not been answered by Gilang. Again, Gilang made him restless.

“This aGi why yes Sis. How not to pick up my phone. Already 10 missed calls.” Gita chose to confide with Siska who had accompanied her to see her mother and Mirna processing the pempek from the dining table not far from the mother's proposal and Mirna in action.

“Hah.. 10 missed calls. Flickers where ever so in terms of responding to calls.” Siska.

“Iya. What is the village hall? To the extent that he can't stop by to respond to my call?” Gita's a little worried.

“Kalo ride motor 20 minutes yes already up to kak.” Chirps Mirna who heard the chatter of Siska and Gita.

“Nah.. means he has reached the village hall or the kiosk. Gap time can hold the phone.” Upset Gita.

“Surely she brought a phone?” siska asked suddenly.

“Ya.. rest assured. Uh, don't know either. Usually aGi never leave his phone.”

“My next moment, just missed.”

“Oh yes please yes Sis.” Pinta Gita who doesn't want to move much.

“Iya..” Reply Siska who is already standing and walking towards the house next door.

And sure enough, Gilang's phone is still lying on the middle room table where he fell with Gita earlier. He did not take care of his phone after helping Mr. Herman lift the ceramic earlier, then set out to find a pempek for Gita.

“This Git... Gilang phone is on the table near the middle sofa of the house.” Siska gives Gilang's cell phone to Gita.

“Ya deserves my call unanswered. Apparently left behind.” Gita's a little relieved. After finding out Gilang did not respond to it not because of anything but did not bring his salary.

They again dissolve in various chats and continue to pay attention to Siska's mother and Mirna in making the food that Gita wanted earlier.

“So pregnant women are good huh Git? Any tuh at serve.” Uajra Siska's.

“Uuuh make no mistake. Agi .. You know for yourself. I'm not pregnant, I'm not even pregnant. So the better is my husband.” Praise Gita to her husband.

“Iya... bucin where can be doubted right.” Kekeh Siska's.

“Quiet... Asep also ga long again so bucin kok, style aja plate. Especially if it has hit the portal.. hah hard brenti and want again deh.” Sindir Gita with the word full code and rather slowly. Afraid of hearing Mirna and somewhat embarrassed by mom.

“Hah... Is that so?”

“Emang udah?”

Siska played her eyes while nodding at the sign that she had hit the portal last night.

“Cie, which has been ga..” Siska shut Gita's mouth so as not to continue his words. Shame to hear his mother and sister.

“Gercep also you.” Kekeh Gita after successfully opening the silencing of Siska's hand earlier.

“Ya... it's this legal. Keep making dong bobo together but ga nganu.” Siska whispered near Gita's ear.

“Ha... ha. Cute Sis?” ask Gita.

“Heemm... have forgotten.” Answer Gita with a naughty made eye bead.

“Haha. Pain all like.”

“But make opium you know..”Celetuk Gita again.

“Masa..?”

“Iya..kan if it is often even delicious.” Gita's facial skin is red when her brain works together to return to the new age of marriage yesterday. No one can deny the beautiful pleasure of penetrating nirvana with a beloved partner, right?

“Eh... yesterday finally broke where?” kepo Siska's.

“Ya in Switzerland. You know after the Kabul ijab, our night in the ER ended in the SatPol PP office. Keep me dapet. Yes pending until we serve to Switzerland.” Terang Gita.

“Yeah.. I dong the most katro.” Hiss Siska.

“Why?”

“Not Muna also in the Netherlands ya mecahin telor. You're in Switzerland. Well I'm the only dong in the village.” Details themselves.

“You are impatient. Why not go to Korea first.”

“Hah. If you wait to Korea, everything makes mecahin it. You think it's good. It's legal, deket-deket, bobo together again. Why donk?”

“Echeeem.” Siska's mother sneered as the chatter of the former girl duo became clearer and clearer. His mother was only worried that the contents of the conversation would damage the eardrum of a minor who was forming a pempek next to him.

“Myrna... You just fried this directly. And make the sauce yes.” The order of Siska's mother who ternyatra had already made the food.

Gita and Siska did not really pay attention, because the topic of their conversation was both certainly more exciting than learning the steps of making the Gita order pempek.

“Eh, Git. We're on the terrace. Definitely Gilang in a minute until.” Take Siska who understands if her mother objected when the two chat near them.

“Where to Go?” siska's mom just realized asking where Gita's husband is.

“Ke kiosk to buy pempek.” Answer Gita.

“Lha. How to keep going?”

“Iya.. tunya pas already gone bu.” Answer Gita again.

“Where to use what? Kan pick up in bring mr.” Continue by Ms. Siska.

“Pake electric bike mom.” Answer Gita again.

“Yes Allah Gustiii, it is long time ga in cash. At least 10 minutes have finished batrenya.”

“Hah... bu time?” Siska was shocked to hear her mother's words.

“Yes is. I haven't used it for a long time, too, during our event, where there are people who take care of the ironing.” Obviously Siska's mother again.

“Lah... if you run out batre how is bu?” gita asked worriedly.

“Ya ngayuh lah..” replied mom quickly.

“Oh no... the village hall was far away Git. Let's not say that's the bad boy from earlier. I followed up on the motorbike Yes Git.” Siska asks Gita for permission.

Seriate…