ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 15: PACKAGE RECESS

Man is the mouth of sin. No need to bother and struggle to add sin. Enough with the haunting has become. Instant not.

To speak without foundation is beyond God who created man alone. Even better at predicting, giving up mbah shaman and google only.

"Stt. mommy. Don't be so bad. We know it not yet, the time has been judged." Of all the groups, apparently there is one whose brakes have not been blong.

"Not jud, mother. Just reminding his mom Gilang. To be vigilant. There have been many such incidents. Child married to rich man's son, parents abandoned. The rich also if already in a comfortable position, let alone in-laws, biological parents themselves are also often invited to nursing homes only. Lazy is the problem." oh. gossip, gossip. In rub rubbing continues to be more and more thin.

"Yes that's right, Miss Gilang. But, just calm down. I still have Arum. Don't give permission to marry again. She will be taken by her husband to leave her mother. One day to mom." Complete use bingit deh, the topic of ghibah in the afternoon that Thursday.

"Iih.. ngapain ngarang Arum wedlock, why not Gilang's mother who married. So that there is something nemenin. So even though Arum later married again and Gilang did not come home from his wife's house. I'm still there to take care of, isn't mom." The mother's chuckle, whose mouth and brain don't use flour sieve, gaskeun.

"Godafirullahalazim. Next to my feet is in mom's grave. Just waiting for this azal invitation. Why get married, what senile?" Denying mother Gilang interrupts the contents of the free grooved ghibahan.

"Ha.ha. where do you know what is called fortune. Once upon a time, a famous colleague was a widower and needed a friend to live, waiting for the old days to live together." Another one's right again.

"Staffirulah... Nauzubillah min zalik." Gang's mother panicked. I rarely hang out with complex mom. Tenyata its contents are as sharp as razor.

"Handering mom. Ah. mom, that's taken seriously. Don't take heart. The important thing is that mother tea is still number one in Gilang's heart. Don't be saggy, take care of your son's heart. Let it stay sticky and love mom." Busyeeet forms a whisper of what else is this.

"That's easy business, Miss Gilang. Where the rich kid must be spoiled. Can't do homework, can't cook. Most likely just shoping throw away money. So, the mother still has to be the best mother for Gilang, who serves her birth needs with delicious food as you used to give her since childhood. Isn't it mom?"

"Betull.. really use bingit ringgo." Answer the hardliners.

"Eeh. but if the spell is rich. Better not be in enemy ma'am. Ntar mom ga in shopping tract. When to ask for Hajj, ma'am. It's rich with mah." Poison.

"It's been. mouth really lames siih mom. It's rujak when to eat siih. Talk from earlier." One of them is still in a sane position, compared to the other.

"Capable. This sambel spicily what level, very spicy. Forgive me." Coloteh mother who has begun to memamahbiak rujak and sambal hot jelototot spice ghibah it.

"This sambel time is bad? you guys were talking last time.. hahaha." Laughter scattered among the mother's mother ghibah squad.

"Where to try." Say something else. And Gilang's mother only dared to look at the sauce, because it has ulcer disease. So do not dare to touch the sambal that looks red because most of the chilli.

"Huuuh.this is not chili-scented peanut sauce. But chili pepper aroma mak beans. Is there still material? make a new one sweeter. Can break the tongue if you eat sambel beginian." the omelette that has tasted sambal earlier.

"It's not just a broken tongue, but tomorrow morning, the WC will be blown all over." Another laugh.

Forced mak Dinda to move the angry angkara spicy sauce to the plate, to then review the sambel that is more polite and polite, according to the request of other mothers.

"Naah, it's more human to enjoy. That one, gilak. It's grumpy." Praise them back when the sweet sauce is available in a short time.

A four-wheeled vehicle from Mitsubishi, Toyota Hilux silver was stopped in front of the family home of Dian mother Arum and Gilang.

"Excuse me here Gilang Surenra ma'am's house?" asked a man in a short t-shirt, asked the mother ghibah squad.

"Yes mas. Is correct. What's up, huh?" ask mak Dinda who is the most flattering.

"Oh. It's delivering packages. Where can you put it?" ask the young man back.

"Here, leave mom alone. Where's package?" asked Gilang's mother to give her two hands.

"Sorry mom, I'm not going to be strong with just two hands." Kekehnya.

"Why?"

"Huh...? That many? what's it like?" mak Dinda still dominates the interview session to get the truth.

"Sorry ma'am, we're just delivery couriers. He was ordered to transport and arrange at the home of Mr. Gilang. About the contents, just ask the buyer." The man will start his work.

"Mas..it's a souvenir order from Gilang sir?" ask one of the decorating teams who still seem to determine the position plan of the event Saturday the day after tomorrow.

"Oh. yes mbak." Answer the young man.

"Yes .. Mr. Gilang contacted us earlier. Here please stack it here." The decoration team's orders. The transfer of the package lasted a long time.

Not yet finished the package moved. Looks like a black Audi R8 car has stopped in front of the yard of Dian's house.

Want out dong mak mak mak ghibah squad saw with their eyes each head, that yanh out of the sports car was Gilang with beautiful women who were still wearing work clothes.

"Assalamualaik." Sapa Gilang and Gita together.

"Mosell." The Ghibah squad answered the greeting.

Gita had already directly reached for her father-in-law's right hand for the salimi.

"Ish.mom's hands are dirty you know." Ibu Gilang is a bit clumsy.

"Ga papa ma'am. Gita hasn't had a shower either." He answered while hugging his mother-in-law.

"This is Gilang's wife. Pretty." Mak Dinda direct chirps dong.

"Oh. yes mom. This is introducing Gilang's wife. Her name is Gita." Reply Gilang with a smile. And the Gita without orders has experienced one by one hand the mother of the Ghibah squad earlier.

"Lang, what's the package?" gilang's mother can't wait to know what the contents of the package that just finished in the stacking.

"That's a souvenir to share during the event ngunduh mantu ma'am."

"It's tea, what's Lang?" Mak mak kepo.

"Sembako package." replied Gilang slowly.

"Huh. sembako. Is there cooking oil, isn't it Lang?" The others wanted to know more.

"There's mom. Two litres did we choose yesterday?" ask Gilang to Gita who has finished salam alam similar to the people of Lebaran.

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