
"Owh is so, son. Keep your money still collected or is it already there?" ask the mother.
"Well, this is Mom I'm confused about. We are just a poor family. Don't have anything. Let alone money, just eat can be grateful mom," said Somsi sad.
"Patient, son. You may feel bitter now. Then have fun. Who knows our fate" said the mother gave encouragement.
"Don't dream time yes.the poor remain poor," the babble of mothers who have thinner bodies than all those mothers.
Kok talk mom is spicy this time yes. Patience.
Somsi was offended by what the mother had just said. "Hmm, I know you, but it's not wrong to try and keep hoping."
The mother rolled her lazy eyes. "Oh, I wish you were warm. All your ideals are cancelled. Hurts hurt later," the mother sneered.
"Hey. I don't talk so dong. We should be as mothers. As a married person. As someone who already has children. Yes, you have to take care of manners. As children know better manners than those of us who have become mothers," said the mother using cold powder.
"Waduh. if I really do. Than I hurt the ends later," hardik mother that.
"What you say is true" said the mother wearing a hat.
"Can't be right ..., ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Don't dream, '" the mother laughed loudly.
"But it is not wrong to try and hope. Don't forget to also pray, son," said the mother continued her words that were cut earlier.
The mother was very angry. "Kok mom back to support him anyway."
"Who says I support my mother. I'm trying to be the best!" the mother's orders.
He himself did not like that skinny mother. He wanted to immediately clog his mouth of it with the mud soil of the rice field. But he held her back. He did not want the children to follow his bad nature.
The mother no longer spoke. He chose to be quiet because he felt defeated. No one supported him at all. He hated Somsi. In his heart he was eager to teach Somsi a lesson. Since all the mothers supported her, she chose to harbor her anger.
The clock has shown the number 10. It's time to go back for a break to eat Jeddah.
Jeddah today is a gomak noodle. An idea came to Somsi's mind when he saw the noodles. Later he will cook the grouse noodles he thought.
"Son... Why dumb?" ask the mother who wears a hat while giving gumak noodles to Somsi.
"Ah... it's okay, '" replied Somsi.
Somsi received the gomak noodles and ate them. His tiredness was a little lost. The pain in his waist earlier because in a bent position has felt improved.
He ate the gomak noodles. He did not forget to drink as much before going back down.
"Mom... What's the function?" somsi asked in surprise to see one of the mothers eating betel.
"Owh this son, ah. this is just dessert" replied the mother.
He also put tobacco in his mouth. Somsi who saw her wanted to vomit immediately. If he smelled that tobacco he'd get drunk.
"That's also her function what ma'am?" Somsi was astonished again. Sirih in mixed tobacco taste what the hell. The nano-nano flavor.
"Wh this one kid, so we can feel better. If we are in trouble, this tobacco can eliminate our problems" replied the mother again.
"Owh so yes ma'am."
Mother was snuggling yes. Somsi himself even though it has been explained not one bit want to try it.
All back down to the fields.
Somsi planted very quickly. Often he first arrived at the barrier of the rice field.
"Mom.n I know not the mother who initials R it. The widow status. She was already pregnant again loh ma'am, without knowing who her father was," the thin mother's ratio earlier.
"Ah time yes ma'am," replied the mother who was wearing the hat in disbelief.
"Yes time ma'am. Do you know where you are?" ask the mother who wears cold powder.
The skinny mother explained where she got the news from. "That's mom. I heard the song yes ma'am..he wanted to abort her content was loh ma'am," said the mother again.
"Mother don't spread slander. Who knows what you're saying isn't necessarily true" said the mother in the hat.
"It's true ma'am, don't be easy to believe the news hoax!" exclaim mom with cold powder.
"Ih. These mothers do not believe times," the inner mother.
The mother was so upset that she was always wrong. Wrong in speaking. Wrong in the process too. She thinks all mothers are like a group around her house. The average bucket mouth.
In the midst of growing rice. Somsi felt his feet like something was sticky. Little itchy. Then he felt his feet that were soaking in mud.
Suddenly Somsi screamed hysterically in fear. Aaaa..... leeches, leeches."
Somsi closed his eyes and showed his feet to the mother who was wearing a hat to take the paccat.
"It's called paccat son" said the mother, holding back laughter.
"Ah.masa sih ma'am.," said Somsi.
Fresh blood came out of his legs. The mother had already taken the paccat from Somsi's feet.
Somsi shouted again as the mother pretended to throw the paccat in his face. "Aaaa.... Don't ma'am!"
Somsi was very scared. Although he had been to the rice field often. Or from a small child is used to the rice field, he still feels afraid if he sees paccat. What else if it's not a paccat but a leech. Somsi will fall unconscious. He was very traumatized by leeches.
"Only with leeches was he afraid. He said he was strong, he said he was brave. Where is his courage. At the jonggol times well," the skinny mother chanted without thinking twice to utter that sentence.
"Eh mommy is even a nyinyir. The mouth of the bucket is kept," said the mother who ate betel.
"Hey...! Take care to talk! I don't know who you're dealing with!" hardik's mom.
"Upss.." That's just the word that came out of the mouth of the mother who ate betel.
"Can you shut up!" snarled the skinny mother.
He was extremely dislike and hateful to the person who had dared to fight back that yes. It was very desirable that he grabbed his hair and dropped the body of the mother who ate the betel nut into the mud of the rice field. But he could stand. He didn't want all of them to attack him at the same time. What else has he been making a mess.
Seriate........
Tbc
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