Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Up for grabs?

Today I'm getting ready to go home, miss my bed. Miss the Sky, miss Mas Damar also of course, eaa .. eaa ...

While waiting for Mas Damar to come home from the meeting and pick me up, I decided to take a short walk to the hospital park. Tired of constantly staying in the room.

The phone's voice rang, the name of the mother was on the screen. Since the incident with Angel yesterday, I have not contacted my beloved woman.

"Hallo, Assalammualaikum, ma'am," I replied in greeting.

"Needoo, Nduk. You piye kabare, a few days you keep thinking, want to call if there are no pulses, if you wait for you to call, want until BTS releases religious songs will also not call," mother's nagging that made me cringe.

"Do you know BTS?" ask me curious, just surprised, I myself do not memorize BTS personnel, how can you know?

"You, those who joggle, right? they win white only, try if your father is white too, not mostly in the fields, surely your father is not less handsome as they are." I was getting more and more excited to hear Mom's words.

"Obviously you are handsome, ma'am. If not from where have the seeds of a girl like Nia Ramadhani gini?"

"Yo obviously because your mother is this too. Wong used to be a young mother so the village flower kok, inceran youth next door neighbor," protest mother did not accept.

"God, ma'am, it's up to ae's mom. Pripun kabare's mother?"

"Good mother. Did you ask me how you were, hasn't been answered?"

"Eh, yes, Saras is good, ma'am," I answered lying. There's no way I'm telling you my true situation, you can worry and come straight here.

From far away, I saw Zakki coming over, I waved my hand to return his greeting. The man sat down next to me, listening to me babble with my mother.

"Eh, Mom I met Mbah Ciplek loh here, this person is beside me," my story that made Zakki look over.

"That Ciplek say? Did mom know? that's a strange name," mother grumbled.

"Well, Mom. Ituloh the Zakki, the son of Mr. Kasmadi who used to be Saras ledekin." Zakki turned to me again, this time his hands ruffled the tip of my head. So remember Mas Damar.

"Oh, yeah, I remember. Where's the kid now?"

"So doctor now, Mom. Mana handsome again now, when it used to be a mouthful," I said while laughing, Zaki glared sharply at me, before finally he took my phone.

"Assalammualaikum, Mum. It's Zakki. Mom, how are you?" he said hello to mom.

I don't know what they're talking about, I can't hear what mom said, when I told Zakki to loudspeaker, the guy refused.

"Njih, Mom. Helpful prayer, eh? Pray that the same genealogical prayer my prayer is one goal and straight through to the sky" Zakki said with a smile.

I just frowned, not knowing what was the subject of their conversation. Since when did they become so familiar? as far as I used to be, Zakki also never played at home. However, how to play at home if every meet, he runs out to be my bullyan material. Duh, Gusti forgive the behavior of servants in the past, servant promises, after becoming Mas Damar's wife later, I will be the wife of the Sholeh, Promise! if I'm negligent, curse me to be more beautiful, sincere servant.

"What's the same conversation with mom? how come you guys are so familiar?" ask me after closing the call from mom.

"Secret dong, the chatter of prospective ghosts and in-laws," he replied with a laugh.

"Halaah!" timpalku without taking Zakki's words seriously.

"When to marry, Zak? is there a candidate to make sure?" I continued while changing the position facing him.

"There, unfortunately ..." replied Zakki hanging.

"Darling why?" manya curious.

"I'm not doing anything, honey," he answered with a bang, but I hit him in the arm.

"Read More High School boy," I said.

"Oh, huh? it means never combalin kayak it's also dong?"

"Those who are****, can't see if there are pearls behind the rumpeyek flour."

"Yes, there is no dodol! Behind the flour rempeyek there is only shrimp, a minimum of beans," I argue

"Well, have you changed? the feeling used to be so?" zakki answered, turning around.

"Ish, joking mauh nih daritadi. Seriously, when are you getting married? what's the wedding here tomorrow in the village?"

"Who's kidding, take me seriously. You're ready when, I'm sure you'll date."

"Bodo very, ah." answered me who began to regret, and a little hope of course. Ah, Saras, in gombalin bit immediately melted, right. Habits!

"Oh, Ngambek. It's more cute" he replied as his hand pierced my cheek.

"Ehem, Race," A greeting and a swab in my hair made me turn my head.

Mas Damar stood beside me with his sweet smile. Zakki who was still laughing triumphantly stopped for a moment. I myself was a little surprised by the actions of Mas Damar, since when did he like my hair elus-elus? my cheeks are so flat.

"Eh, Mum. It has come," I said as I stood beside him.

"Let's go home. I just found you in the room, the idea is here."

"Bored in the room, Mom." Mas Damar nodded, a moment later he grabbed my left palm, taking me away from there.

Not yet complete my shock with the actions of Mas Damar, my right hand was held back by something.

Zakki was holding me back, making me stop, Mas Damar who probably felt me stop turning around.

Woyoo .. This really soap opera scene. Two handsome men fighting over one beautiful woman. I feel like I'm flying.

"Ras," call Zakki.

"Yes?" ask me to act prettier.

"Don't forget, two more days come for control of your scars" he said, which made my face immediately bent.

Ah, elaah .. kirain there will be drama scenes that kayak in the tips, Zakki begging me not to go, it turns out just ngingetin control. From here I realized, that I had become a victim of soap operas like Dini.

"Okay," I replied and prepared to walk again.

"Ras," hold Zakki again.

"What else is it?"

"Take care of yourself." This time I nodded and smiled sincerely. At least he's worried about my situation.

"Come Race!" mas Damar's exclaiming made me turn to him again.

"I go first, Zakk. Assalammualaikum," my pamit

"Getishalight." I still see Zakki glued to his place. Somehow I can feel the change in the look of his face since the arrival of Mas Damar. Whatisit? I don't know.

"Ras, the doctor seems to like you" Mas Damar said as we walked to the room.

"We're just friends, Mas."

"That's what you think, not according to him. If indeed you do not have the same feelings for him, you should not give hope," explained Mas Damar who made my forehead narrow.

What's wrong with this guy?