Tiny Brother Meatball Handsome

What kind of marriage we have

Not only does Bening receive a helping hand from Heaven. The woman smiled faintly and chose to suck the coconut milk ice for the Sky invitation switch that offered a friendship in her marriage. Silly or funny? Eum, maybe both.

Hands out were loosened, the sky made a banging motion of the wind. Turning around Bening, the man in the black jacket smiled wryly. He is too confident if Bening starts to melt and change, in fact it is still the same. Ah, too much hope.

"The cream is not eaten? Really melt later," Bening said.

"I don't like this ice cream flavor. Melleh is okay, only eskrim doang. But darling____"

"Darling why?"

"Honey, because until now your heart has not melted," as well as Heaven.

"Didn't, what!" Clear scowl and avert the eyes. Sucking coconut milk ice cendol that has not been exhausted even though it has been vacuumed several times.

For a second, now both of them are engaged in silence. Their eyes turned straight ahead. Look at the atmosphere of the park that is quite crowded.

"Mom!"

"Heem."

"Never thought about what kind of marriage we had?" The lips of Heaven asked, but his gaze still remained on the same object.

Unknowingly Bening kicked his shoulders, although his movements were unknown to the Sky, he was only reflexively doing so. "So, this isn't a wedding. Because for me there is no difference in the status of marriage or not. Yes, gini aja. Live."

"Eum, so. Did you have a dream guy. And think of marrying that guy?"

"There's no one. Why ask that?!" Bening.

"I think, the attitude of Mbak .. well, that's because Mbak already has a guy. And because of the misunderstanding at that time, Mbak's desire to marry the same guy Mbak should be spending, maybe because that's also Mbak upset and angry with me." The sky is talking seriously. "But is it my fault, Ma'am, we marry because of misunderstanding not because of my will or my compulsion. Actually our circumstances are the same, we are forced to unite in misunderstanding. So, I am confused as to what our status should be. You know, in a marriage there is a lot to do. Just like Mama, Mama is also Mamak. If you look at my status, I am the head of the family, the burden of my responsibility is very large. I would be very sinful if my wife was always upset and angry with me. Moreover, can not make Mbak happy, surely angels will mengelaknat me____"

"Are you telling a story, a cult, a lecture or what say that much?! The point!" cynical Clear.

"The bottom line is, talk about your desire for how our next marriage. Trying to get to know each other, or___" Sky Sentence stopped. He knew that if he continued that word he could not. Hope Bening knows the max.

Clear silent. The rotation of his eyes moved to and fro, a sign he was confused. "Not to say this. Sok serious. Go through it first. If you split up, not necessarily Mama support. That's why I'm still confused about the continuation."

Tuling .. tuling ....

The sound of the cell phone distracts the sky. "Hello, Mommy?"

"It's still in the park. Why?"

"He .. he .. yes, will come home. Okay, Mak."

"Why?" ask Bening curiously when the phone call is over.

"Mamak nyariin's. He said not to come home."

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Coming home was greeted with an incredible Mamak scolding. The weather is getting hotter.

Usually come home from the market at 09:30. But this time until 11:00 pm not yet seen the trunk of his nose. Then that's Mamak nagging.

"Look at you guys for some time off, but don't forget the job, Lang. Try to return the first shopping, Mamak can nyambi ready everything. But the groceries even follow you bring ngadem, keteteran, right, finally."

"Yes, maap, Mommy. Mak kek does not understand if already the other two will forget."

Clear sitting on a plastic chair that is on the dining table just silently observing.

"Nak Bening if tired of rest!" ask Mamak.

"You take a break, let Mak tell Kasep the sales guy!"

"Ish, crank."

The sky is typical humorous and likes to joke, even with Mamak also behave so.

"I've had a break, Mom. His fatigue is gone. If you don't mind, I can help with Mamak's work" Bening said.

Instantly Heaven and Mamak instantly stopped his movements. Looking at each other, feeling unsure if Bening really offered to help.

Clear switch approaching Mamak peeling red onion. Not even ten minutes to be on Mamak's side, Bening complained his eyes were sore. The sky that was making meatball prints immediately stopped its work. Wash your hands and lead Bening to the bathroom to wash your face.

"Kalo Nak Bening really wants to help. Help Lang make meatballs. Peeling onions make eyes sore, later cry again."

Following Mamak's advice, Bening then approached the Sky and noticed how the man changed the soft material can be formed round and into a meatball pentol.

"Why not make it one size?" tanya Bening. Because the sky makes small, medium, large and super large pentoles.

"Bonded variety, Ma'am. Let the buyer can choose, want a small, medium, large or super large. But if the long ones don't exist, they're all bulleted."

"Not to be explained also tau, kaleee! From the first century meatballs existed in Indonesia, all were indeed bullet shape."

"But there is a special meatball, Ma'am. It's long and it's just the tip."

"Yes, huh? What meatballs?" respond to the clear by frowning.

"A'co belongs to me,"

"Rengggiiitttt ...!"

"Hc .. h ...."

"You why? Very excited," mamak. "There's a whimper, huh? If the rainy season sometimes a lot of whining," he continued.

Clear and Sky looked at each other. Mamak thought Bening was afraid of an animal called rengit, aka small gnats. Though rengit is a nickname given to Clear for the Sky.

"Sir, if ngusir rengit is what pack, huh?" ask Bening intentionally.

"The soft animal is very disturbing. Oh yes, my mom doesn't know either. Maybe sprayed pesticides could die, that's."

"Ha ha .. yes-yes, Mom. Looks like it needs pesticides for ngusir rengit. Let it go far and not bother anymore. No more money." Bening chuckled towards the sky. While the man pretended to be pouting. The sky knew that Bening was making fun of him.

Mamak shook his head slowly looking at the child and his daughter-in-law. There was relief seeing them getting familiar with each other.

Preparation for the sale is complete. The zhuhur Adhan has been heard, Mamak told Sky and Bening to rest for a while.

"You're tired, just sleep, Ma'am. I'm afraid I didn't stop by the furniture store." The face of Heaven felt guilty.

"It's really hot, huh?" lamentable.

"I'm fanning again," bargained the Sky.

"That's how you live like this."

"At home, Ma'am."

"Can't you do another attempt? Applying for office work or at least looking for a job that is more comfortable. Not too low, just a meatballs seller."

"I don't have a massage. How to apply for work."