The Taste of School

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Om Arta said her son worked in a dessert shop, and he worked in the kitchen so he kept her busy and sometimes there was no time to call because it would be very disturbing.

And his name is

Leon Artadinata's

At school I was surprised to hear Leon introduce himself, his name is really similar to the name of his son om arta, but I still want clear photos of children om Arta, very different from those at school.

Ok back to the topic...

After finishing the bath I immediately put on my clothes, and immediately went down, where om arta was alone while stirring coffee that stayed half a glass again.

It was very clear from his face that he was very bored, yes because my mother was cooking in the kitchen so no one could be talked to by her.

"Om, maen PS yok..." Take me down who is already down.

"Yok" he said with the spirit of his 45.

And in the end here we are. It ends with a sweet sitting in front of a PS game while waiting for mama to finish cooking for dinner.

Hour after hour passed

Until at last mama finished cooking and was arranging her on the dining table.

"Yeeeaaayy...... Huuu..... Om won yeh" cried om Arta with his victory beside me.

"Well, om cheating well maen, time om keep the hell who wins" I frown, because indeed since from the beginning of the game he continues to win.

"You're the only one who can't maen, weeee...." Om Arta stuck out her tongue scoffing.

Bugh.bugh...

"Ish, what the hell om" I hit her with a couch cushion.

"Oh, oh uh ko om arta was even hit anyway"

"Biarin, abis tell who om ngelewein me" obviously I do not accept because in lewein the old fathers.

But suddenly without warning om arta immediately tickle me.

"Akhc... Ahahaha... Amused by ahahahaha...." I laughed off.

"The taste is hah, clitic clitic"

"Udah om ahahaha.... Geli.... Ahahaha..." Pinta.

On the other hand my mom just smiled watching us play.

"Food is ready, let's stop playing first" said my mother at the dinner table.

Arta and I went straight to the dinner table.

Then we had dinner together.

"Oh yeah, said Arta anyone want to talk to me?" Ask me at the dinner.

"Finished in first eat it" said Mama

I was curious though.

"Yes mah"

A few minutes later we had finished eating, and here we were, still at the dinner table, but this time the table was empty because it had been cleaned by mama.

Om Arta sat opposite me while Mama was beside me.

What's this, it's the first time I've seen om arta nervous.

"So actually, um Arta....." His words stopped for a moment.

"Ouch... Deg-degan gini" continued her with a plain face.

And mamah just smiled shyly at the behavior of his lover.

He also started to focus again.

"So actually, om Arta, want to marry your mama, and om Arta want to ask your blessing first" he said seriously.

I smiled.

Honestly, when om Arta entered this quiet house everything changed, happiness and joy in this house was created just like that.

Although he's not my real father, but his sincere affection is amazing to me, I'm happy when he's here.

"I approve om, but om must promise me, om never make mamah cry or hurt, if that happens then the history om in my hands" I threatened.

"Kreeeekkkk....."

Say it with hands that seem to cut the neck.

"Yes om promise, om will never make your mother hurt or cry" he said sincerely while looking at the name.

She smiles.

"When did Arta marry my mom?" Ask me directly.

" about two more weeks" he replied firmly.

"Is that not too fast?" Ask mom suddenly.

"Loh, emang mama just as om arta has not been negotiating first" asked me who was surprised when mama asked.

Om Arta grinning.

"Belom anyway, om just said to ask for your blessing"

"Ata, the wedding is not arbitrary, a lot to consider, from preparing clothes, food, places, invitation cards and much more, it takes a long time to prepare it" my mother talked about it.

And yes, Ata is the favorite call of mama for om Arta

"Actually, almost everything has been prepared, just print the invitation and choose a wedding dress" said om Arta telak.

"Waaah.... Seriously om" I really do not believe that om Arta has prepared it from far away.

"The order of places, food, dowry, and other sundries will all be in the same handle om children" explained om Arta again.

Mama smiled happily, she did not expect that her man was really serious in his speech.

"Have you prepared it long ago?" Ask Mama again to Arta.

"Yes, my daughter can't wait to have a mother at home, and again, her greatest desire to have a sister will be realized if I marry you" Arta explained.

"Do you guys know? My daughter was the most excited when I talked to her about marrying you, she always said “hurry, Kayah, when are you going to bring my sister and mother here”" his words suddenly with his innocent face were.

"really?" Ask me.

Om Arta was very excited when talking about her daughter, he also once said that his son was the one who made him continue the spirit of living his life when he was slumped in his Asaan decision first.

"Right, and now it's all just waiting for your mom's decision"

Om Arta looked at her, hoping that she would be willing to marry him in 2 weeks.

And mama nodded her ass.

"Yeeeaaayy.... Wuhu.... Finally..." Om Arta was very happy, look, even to the point of prancing like a child.

Mama just laughed at Arta's childish behavior like that.

Before Arta was present, my mother rarely smiled or laughed, she would only smile when she saw me, because she did not want me to know that she was covering up her sadness.

But look now, I can see the laughter escaped from mama, no more crying from her face since om Arta was present, mama's laughter is the most important for me, mama's laughter is the most important for me,