Stay with me, Ken!

Well Come, Ma!

By dhuzur, Al's car had reached his house. Lisha who was sitting in the back seat directly got down from the car, looking amazed at the atmosphere of the house she had just entered.

The large and cool house and the trees that surround the yard make the air around it so fresh for his breathing.

"This is your house, Al?" lisha asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Ma. I bought it about seven years ago. Bram found this location for me" explained Al who was standing by his mother's side.

Ken, who was in the car, got down immediately, and brought Lisha's bag inside.

"I'm taking it to the room, huh?" Ken said as if asking Al for permission.

"Yes, go first. Sorry to bother you, Mama still wants to take a look at the scenery here" said Lisha hurriedly as Ken had already dragged the suitcase containing his clothes.

"Yes, Mom. I go in first and you guys want to prepare lunch" said Ken again.

"Udah said call mama only, not mother," Al protested to hear Ken still calling his mother by mother's call.

"Had it, maybe he wasn't used to it. Later also get used to it by itself," Lisha tries to defend Ken. Ken just smiled and lowered his head towards Lisha before the mother and child died.

Al brought his mother around the house, including to the gazebo which became his favorite spot for the past seven years. The few trees that were fruiting made Lisha unceasingly clench in admiration.

"It's very healthy where you live, baby. These fruits can be a very good vitamin intake for our body. Natural. Mateng on the tree," said Lisha who saw mango, starfruit, sapodilla, guava, was bearing fruit.

"Yes, Ma. Fruits are hardly ever bought. Since there was Ken almost every day he made juice from the harvest,"

"He's diligent huh?" Praise Lisha. He looked at his son's face to see his reaction as he praised Ken.

"Yes, diligent and diligent" said Al Proud.

"Look at you getting closer to her" Lisha said. Along the way he noticed the two lovebirds. Al often stole a glance at Ken who was sitting in the backseat accompanying Lisha, and vice versa.

"He.he." Al could only laugh with a grin.

"Mama is happy if you are happy," said Lisha who continued to step by her son's side observing the atmosphere around Al's house that was so neat and beautiful.

"Thank you, Ma!" al said while embracing his mother's shoulder.

"Sir Parman, my mama has come" cried Al when from a distance he saw Pak Parman who was picking sapodilla at the end of the backyard.

Mr. Parman who heard the shout immediately put down the pole in his hand. He hurriedly approached Al and his mother.

Al introduces Mr. Parman to Lisha. For a few minutes they looked to ask each other. Lisha, who has always been friendly, makes Mr. Parman feel that she has known the woman for a long time.

After he finished touring the courtyard, Al took his mother inside. They sat in the living room because Ken had prepared fresh guava juice and mango pieces that were so tempting to the faith.

"It's ready, just a few minutes into the house," said Lisha amazed.

"I made it from dawn. If the mango has been prepared Mr. Parman on the table. I just need to peel it. Again the season of Mom, which already looks ranum first in the quotation of Mr. Parman. If it falls can be soft because it is too high. Unless the short ones are left until they fall," Ken explained.

"No, he's diligent" praised Al.

"Yes, you've said 999 times today" joked Lisha.

"Times?" sahut Al does not believe.

"That's the sign of a dead man. It took him a long time to remember what he said" cried Lisha again.

"I never drink, Ma. Where it might be mabok," said Al pretending not to understand the purpose of his mother's speech.

"You're drunk not because of booze but your brain's been poisoned with the romance virus,"

"Hem.

"Yes, what else if it's not like that" said Lisha

"Mama can do it,"

"Mama was also young, what you guys were going through. I felt it first,"

"Yes, his name is also senior,"

"You want to say mom's old with all the senior terms,"

The child and the mother continued to chat, Ken who was held to sit with them could only smile at their own jokes, especially when talking about it. Ken still felt awkward about Lisha's presence, but he tried to behave accordingly.

Ken can see how happy Al can be with his mother again. That guy looks so spoiled. She hugged and kissed her mother in front of Ken.

When the lunch order comes, Ken begs to leave to prepare the meal at the dinner table. Al ordered sate kiloan and rib soup from a stall not far from his home.

That afternoon they ate together. Lisha also invited Mr. Parman to eat with them at one table. There is no boundary between the employer and the maid at the time. That's. They enjoy their lunch like a family.

"I'll order two more kilos. Later brought home for mother and children," Al told Mr. Parman.

"Thank you, Den Bagus," said Mr. Parman who was pulling the grilled meat with the tip of his teeth to escape from the skewer. Al was used to it, once upon a time he bought quite a lot of food for himself and the family of Mr. Parman.

Fruits here can also pick and take Mr. Parman home. Al never took issue with it. Even if the harvest is abundant, Al asked Mr. Parman to distribute it to the surrounding residents.

"Sir, take the fish. It will be burnt tonight. Let mama fuss over the legit fish that just caught from the pond," pinta Al.

"Ready, many are already big. It'll be taken,"

"There's fish too, Al?" ask Lisha

"Yes, in front of the gazebo was a goldfish and a mojair, Ma. All those who kept Mr. Parman,"

"Oh, that's not looking,"

"Maybe more clumping. It's hot,"

"Yes yes, too" said Lisha again.

"Oh what's usually burned is fish from the pond?" ask Ken.

"Yes, your mother often took it from there if you want to cook grilled fish" said Mr. Parman.

"At that time I bought it in the market. Repot once because the market is far away and must take transportation. You know, in the pond a lot, I just took it there," Ken recalled how difficult it was when Al asked for grilled fish and he was forced to look for it at the market near the station he often passed.

"The only people who don't want to ask, it's hard on their own" Ledek Al.

"Yes, you should have said. I don't know,"

"Having passed. Repotnya already when do you know what is discussed again," said Al sekenannya only.

"Al likes a prank, huh? Don't be so dear. Make it hard that person is not good, "reproved Lisha because she saw Ken who looks sad.

"Ga, Mama. Shock therapy only. At that time he was still new" said Al satisfied.

Ken was just downcast knowing the reason Al had made him so bothered back then. Despite wanting to stab the man in the stomach with a skewer, Ken can't do it. He was ashamed, because there were Mr. Parman and Ms. Lisha there.

"Udah do not need to be in dengerin tuh si Al, tar malem mama helpin cook. We make delicious grilled fish. Take some sir. All for home,"

"Yes, mom. If I could do it sometime. Fill the column more often me and my family who eat," said Mr. Parman.

"Oh, yeah. Then just take enough,"

"Don't forget, pick up basil too, sir. Which is a lot," Al reminds men who are already considered like family themselves .

"Well, tar I choose that there is no fruit," said Mr. Parman.

A kilo of goat satay and soup served on a clean table are not left out. All were eaten by the four of them. After eating Mr. Parman hurried home, delivering the satay that Al bought for his family.

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