The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 60: Other Meetings

"What's up, Mbahkung?" zayan asked as he saw his grandfather looking straight ahead in silence.

That morning, the sun was still not shining brightly, the fog in the small town was still thick. The two men of different generations were already sitting waiting for the bus that would transport them, at a travel agency.

"It's okay, Le." Arsyanendra was sure that he had seen a familiar figure. A pale-skinned man in all-black clothes from top to bottom. But he hid what had just happened to his grandson.

A few minutes later, the intercity bus they had reserved, had already arrived. Incidentally, they both got a seat right behind the driver. Zayan picked up the small suitcase he was carrying and put it in the trunk. Right above their seats.

Arsyanendra looked towards the bracelet that Zayan was wearing. He remembered something.

"Have you found the same bracelet girl as you, Le?" arsyanendra asked just as Zayan was sitting next to him.

"Yet, Mbahkung."

"Well, if you're a mate, you're not going anywhere."

"But Mbahkung ...." Zayan stopped saying what he had been thinking all along, stopping his sentence.

"But why?"

"Sir, Mbahkung. Not so. Oh, aye. Mbahkung rest. When it arrives, Zay will tell you."

Zayan looked out the bus window. Just past Zulkifli's stall. The girl who was making him upset, was seen standing in front of the building. Just took off the helmet. Fixing pigtails.

Zayan closed his eyes, beristighfar. Afraid his eyes see the no-no. Liking someone is innocent, but letting his eyes and mind drift everywhere, is wrong.

After a few hours of travel. The bus Zayan and his grandfather were riding stopped at a terminal. The city where his parents live. As he exited the terminal, the man saw a car he knew. Arsyanendra. Approaching the man with a grey polo shirt waving.

After shaking hands with each other, the three men got into the car. Moments later, the vehicles produced by the cooperation of Indonesia and Japan in the past, have been sliding slowly on the streets.

Along the way, Zayan was silent. His grandfather and father talked a lot.

Zayan got out of the car to guide his grandfather. Lower the goods, then enter the last. The special aroma of his favorite food, Fried rice, yawning, tickling the nostrils.

Sure enough, as soon as he passed the dining room, Zayan saw a lot of food served. He approached the mother, stroked and kissed the back of the woman's hand.

"Change first, Le."

"It's a lot of food, ma'am. What's up?"

"You're home, to? Been there, clean up!"

After changing clothes, Zayan took his Mbahkung to the dining room. Silence, when the family ate the meal.

At nightfall, his mother asks Zayan to go out to meet their guests. The young man was shocked to see who his guest was. A middle-aged couple and their little girl he knows.

"Lho, is this your son, to?" Wiryawan was surprised when he saw Zayan.

"Have you known it?"

"Tole is Grisa's sister on campus, Kang. Yeah, to, Nduk?"

Grisa and Zayan decide to chat apart from the parents.

"Cock, can you get here?"

"That's ... Same father mom has attended a friend who is a ghost, Mas. I was just told to come along. Don't know if you want to come by here."

"Oh, that's it."

There is a clumsiness between the two. For Zayan, it was common. Because he didn't know the girl very well. However, for Grisa, being close to the man, made a sensation in her chest cavity. Like thousands of flying larons and their little wings tickle.

In another corner of the house, Wiryawan smiled as he looked at the princess.

"So, are we going to match up our sons, Kang?" sela Wiryawan's.

"They've grown up, let them choose who they're with. Times have changed, do not equate their times with our past." Arsyanendra appeared, interrupting the conversation of the two men earlier.

Wiryawan is a little annoyed by the presence of Arsyanendra. But the old man did not care, he sat there instead.

"Oh, her in-laws."

Arsyanendra stared intently at Wiryawan. Catching the man's dislike gaze. Then smile.

"I'm just worried. I don't want my granddaughter to live with a wife because of coercion. Anything that is forced is, in fact, not good. Right, to?" Arsyanendra emphasized his voice in the last sentence.

Starting to feel uncomfortable, Wiryawan sent a signal to his wife and child, to withdraw.

After the family left, Arsyanendra smiled.

"Mr why, to? Wouldn't you like her granddaughter to be married?"

"Yo, peeper, to, Nduk. But that's not how it works." Arsyanendra disagrees with his daughter, Zayan's mother.

"I only know children, sir."

"I never meant you married anyone before, Nduk. Why are you like that Zay?"

Zayan felt bad when he heard his grandfather and mother arguing because of him. He walked closer to the two men.

"Bahkung, Come on, get some rest!"

Zayan leads Arsyanendra into the room. Help the man lie down.

"Mom, Zay already knows Grisa. The boy's good, Mom. But Zay has said many times, that Zay will choose his own wife."

"Mom remembers that, Le. I just want you to have a good woman. Not constantly waiting for a woman who is out of nowhere now. It is unclear where the origin. It's not clear what the derivative is. Yes, I want to rest too. Tired."

Zayan did not dare to argue with his mother, but he also did not want to be forced to do something that would last a lifetime.

"I'm sorry Zay, Mom," Zayan murmured.

The next day, Zay is shocked when a courier from a dealership approaches him.

"Is this Zayan Farras' house?"

"Yes right, I'm alone."

"I delivered the motorbike order."

"I didn't order a bike, Mom."

"Mother who pesen for you, Le. Just drop it off, Mas!"

A brand new naked-bike, black with a red swirl, was dropped from a pick-up car.

Zayan stared at the vehicle in amazement.

"Calculate, it's a gift from your father and mother to you, Le. Graduation gift."

"But, Madam ... Zay can buy it himself."

"Mom knows. Is it wrong for you to buy this for you?"

Zayan gently pulled his mother's hand, kissed the back of her hand and kissed her.

"Thank you, Mom."

Zayan still did not expect, his mother and father bought the item for him. Their families are a very wealthy family. However, at this time, he did not really need the vehicle. Rejecting the windfall, is not a good thing either. Therefore, he accepted it. Make a relief both parents.

"Just get on this, Le?" Arsyanendra patted gently on Zayan's back.

"No SIM yet, Mbahkung." Zayan smiled wryly.

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