The Sigadis Narcissistic Eggplant Garden
The Part 54
Now that Miftah is in a motorcycle garage with his mother, the Firdaus family has two very large garages, one for storing motorcycles and another for storing cars.
Her father Firdaus deliberately separated her to make it easier.
"Oh yes Miftah! how about we go on a motorcycle," proposed the mother.
"But ma! hasn't Mom been riding the bike for a long time?" ask Miftah a little worried.
"Yes anyway... But why? my mom is riding a motorcycle because she has no friends! but now there is you," said Mama reassured Miftah so that he does not need to feel anxious.
"But you better ask permission to papa first," suggested Miftah.
Karna felt that it was not yet effective to persuade Miftah mama also began to look for ways to get Miftah to agree to her request.
"Not to be darling... Papa will not deny mama lakanin anything as long as mama does not walk with other men later until the house must be mama hit papa spray so you do not have to worry... After all, all these motorcycles papa buy specifically for mama because mama used to like to play motorbike - motorbike," he explained which made Miftah surprised.
"That means you can bring a Ninja dong bike!" guess Miftah.
"Don't be a Ninja! other big bikes have tried even though you learn from papa anyway," he said, who really hope that his speech could make Miftah feel confident.
"Gara - because you say mama's big motorbike so want to ride deh one of mama's collection moge," he explained which made Miftah surprised by the wishes of the mother.
"Eh! don't dong ma! okay - okay Miftah believes the same mama even though mama has not ridden a motorcycle for a long time," the proof that already feels very anxious.
"Well... That dong from earlier, it was mama so feel happy." a smile rose from his lips.
"Yes the mama was happy but Miftah who even felt not calm ma.." his mind was - was.
Because Miftah had agreed to his proposal the mother immediately pulled Miftah's hand to come with him in and Miftah was made flabbergasted by the number of motors in it.
"Mama... This much motorbike for sale ya ma? something is new again" he said.
Although he used to belong to a family that is said to be quite rich as well but his family prefers to buy something that is needed and very lazy if only collect it, at most there are only ten motorcycles and five yunits of luxury cars in one garage.
"Hahaha, you exist - there's just honey... Where might this be for sale... Mom just collects it! besides mama is very demen demen gonta change motor," he replied who felt very entertained by the question Miftah.
"Oh yes! mama almost forgot" he said, holding his forehead.
"Can you ride the bike, baby?" asked the mama and Miftah with shame just shook his head because since childhood he had never learned how to use a motorbike, after all his grandparents did not have it.
"Yes no papa let mama who will screw you," he explained.
"How about we just use this bike," proposed Mama and Miftah who saw feeling like fainting in place.
How not? the bike you want is a Kawasaki moge that has just been released.
"Hi Miftah! why are you like people flying like that?" ask my mom to panic.
"Ma... Please don't make Miftah's heart want to dislodge ma... It's like a motorcycle to death for Miftah... My mom was healed yesterday... So mama don't act first ya.." he said not out of thought.
"Well... It's a pity that my mom wanted to try... Yaudah for your sake mama will be willing to ride another bike," said the mother relented because the important thing for him now is to be able to ride the bike back.
"Thank you ma," Miftah who involuntarily jumped a little while hugging the mama and mama only chuckled when she saw the change in Miftah's attitude that was fast.
"That's great for you... The turn of his desire manifested his limp feeling directly bye - bye," joked the mama and Miftah just silent when he realized his child-like behavior that had just gotten free candy.
"Haha yes ma! Miftah is like ma.." to be honest.
"Father, dear... Even your attitude like this can cheer mama.." he said to make Miftah so more happy.
Imagining it alone has made Miftah feel nauseous even the hair of his neck to the creeps what else if you have to ride it, if you have to ride it, but thank God because today good luck still sided with him so that he could survive the wishes of the mother who he thought was very terrible.
"So which bike do we want to ride?" ask my mom for the umpteenth time.
"What if Vario's motor is aja ma," proposed Miftah.
"What color do you want?" my mother began to ask again.
"How about purple ma?" the proposal again and without ba bi bu the mama immediately took the bike as Miftah wanted and took Miftah to the corner wall near the garage.
"Gee... Many benget ma hlemnya... There is a funny - funny again the picture," amazed Miftah then began to step closer to the glass cabinet.
"You have chosen which one you want to wear," said the mother while walking towards the closet and took a black helmet while Miftah prefers a purple helmet.
After finishing with the business of choosing they also began to take out the objects they wanted out of the garage.
"Go here for a moment" called the mother to one of the bodyguards who happened to pass in front of them.
"Yes, what's wrong?" tanyakanya.
"Please lock this trunk back! then keep the key in the original place okay," he ordered and he just nodded obediently while saying "good madam."
After wearing his helmet, Miftah just stood up while the mother continued to wait for someone who had not climbed on the motorcycle for a long time.
"Lho! how are you being treated, darling? yes ride dong! later if you do not ride - ride us even later you arrive," mama's memory.
"Yes, sorry! earlier Miftah had not been told to go up with mom so did not dare to just sit down... It's not polite, ma.." The response.
"Yes my... Mama's mother is very polite... Mama is happy! kirain mama why don't you go up - up apparently because of it anyway!" he said with a smile.
"Yes ma... I'm sorry to have you waiting" she replied with a smile.
"Don't apologize, baby... You are not wrong at all, even it is wrong mama because you did not tell him to make a ride." he recalled.
"okay ma... Then now Miftah goes up, ma," he told her and the mama just nodded while saying "yes... Rise up, baby.." response.
"Is he ready?" tanyanya.
"Udah kok ma! let's capcus" exclaimed Miftah as she followed Superman's hand style while flying.
The mother only laughed when she saw Miftah's behavior.
"You always have this funny behavior! mama has since met you so often stomach pain because of too much laughter," he said as he drove a motorcycle slowly and then out of the gate after the security guard opened the gate to mengeraaka.
"No, no ma... Sometimes Miftah likes to talk, "to be honest.
"Hahaha yes - yes... Mama believes exactly the same you.." the response of the mother while continuing to maintain her focus because she must be more careful because she just drove the bike back.
"Thank you, ma" said Miftah and mama only answered "same - equally dear.." while looking at the rearview mirror and Miftah smiled there, too, now their motorbikes have driven further and further from the perkarangan house to get to the destination.
