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How Stupid He Is

“Don't forget to cut red onion yes, Bi. Make fried onions,” Umi Ros told her domestic assistant.

“Good, Bu.”

The two old men were struggling in the kitchen to make lunch. The menu that day was meat soup. It was almost ripe and the fragrance had already spread throughout the room. Appetizing to anyone who sniffs its aroma.

“The least powerful if cut this,” muttered Bi Retno while twitching her eyes. His lips laughed because they felt funny.

“Moreover me. That's why I told Auntie,” said Umi Ros followed by laughing.

“What cooking is it?” sounds not far from them.

Like a lure, one victim of that good-smelling scent approached. Alif. It's Sunday, so the boy is spending his time at home.

“Meat soup. You want?” answer Umi Ros at once asked. “But wait for the fried onion first.”

Alif approached, grabbing a large barrel handle to follow stir the soup with carelessly.

“Do not violently stir it, later the hot water splashes everywhere!” this time Umi Ros wears a vein. At best if there are people who follow riot in the kitchen.

“Don't get angry, Umi is beautiful, later her beauty is gone,” Alif starts to fight.

“The braggart is definitely the girl a lot,” guess Umi Ros.

Alif chose to shut up and muttered inwardly, 'I think it's been discovered.'

“You think Umi didn't notice you. You often go out of nowhere lately. You have a girlfriend, right? But do not want to say the same Umi.” Umi Ros moves her index finger right on her son's face. "Be careful, you're dating."

“Iya .. know, I know the limit, Umi.”

“You are married, yes married. But don't be quiet. Tell Umi same Abah first,” said Umi again. “Means right yes, you are already dating. Same man who? Whose son?”

“People's children. Childhood time duck.”

“This is a child if you answer never want to be serious!” fat Umi Ros stabs her ass with a dipper.

Unable to get an answer, Umi Ros did another job.

“Kalau to Alif possessive, if to Abang left,” Alif massage after Umi Ros left him to put tableware.

“Bi, this can already be taken?” alif asked the aunt who had started the stove.

“Bby, Mas Alif. Just wait for this,” point it on the red onion sliced.

A few minutes later Alif went to the dinner table to eat his meat soup. He sat alone without caring for others or the desire to wait for them.

Just a few minutes sitting there, there was a soft smell of perfume from someone, which was none other than Rahma. The potbellied woman came down wearing neat clothes.

“Where are you going, Rah?” alif asked as soon as he found it.

“I want out.”

“Where to go? Don't go out on your own. Later Your mother is angry again with our family, thought to be left,” said Alif stupid with his feelings.

“I'm the same Mom.”

“Ya already, be careful yes.”

“Iya, Lif,” reply Rahma stay friendly.

Umi Ros approached after the woman left. “Where is he going?” the question is a bit whispering.

“Join his mother,” Alif replied.

"Oh ...." Umi drops her body on the chair next to Alif.

Alif cringing. "Is there a problem?"

“From yesterday go on. Umi's in Abah's shop. Want to ask help Rahma to help a little take care of the house, but not delicious with her mother.”

Alif answered her question, “If you want to find safe, Umi rent a maid again.”

“More refined languages, Son. Don't tell the maid but the housekeeper. What maid? It's here the royal palace.”

Alif shakes. “But.”

“You contact him again, yes. Keep checking who knows he's back there.”

“Ya, later Alif contact him,” replied Alif without intending to say anything else again. He had promised not to talk about Vita's current whereabouts. Clearly, only he knows and will participate to be the first person Vita will need.

Elsewhere, Rahma was on her way to the hospital. He felt his stomach break from last night.

“What did you eat last night?” ask Nely to investigate.

“Didn't eat anything, Mom. But this hurts so much,” Rahma replied.

“You're soybean or not there? Or Umi Ros told you to work hard?”

Rahma shook her head, “Not at all, Mom. Umi Ros was so nice, never told me to do anything there.”

“Don't lie to you, Iphone Umi Ros nih now.”

Rahma shook her head, “Mother .. already! Our family has just improved, please don't make a fuss again.”

“They should know, later if there is anything with his grandson how?” Nely kept on rattling to contact him.

“But Mom don't blame them. It's not their fault at all.”

But his mother didn't care.

“Jeng, how the hell is this. Son-in-law has a stomachache you let it go. Fortunately, he called me and I picked him up. Otherwise, somehow this child,” said Nely as soon as the phone was connected to Umi Ros.

“Loh, I blame you. Rahma herself why didn't she say?” Umi Ros asked back. "If she needs to go to the hospital, we'll definitely take her. Lots of people at home. Alif is there too."

“Well, that's the question. Why until it hurts like this Jeng Ros does not know.”

“I'm not an angel who can know someone's heart, ma'am. After all he prefers in his room, so who can know if he's why-why.”

“Only Jeng Ros never checked it? Once Jeng Ros was up, seeing the state of Jeng Ros's son-in-law how. Not because Yudha is not around, you forget.”

“Astaghfirullah ...” heard a rough sigh from across. Shortly thereafter the call closed with great displeasure.

“Kok even turned off like this. Habit!” grumbled Nely, then patted the steering wheel. “Can drive or not? Long time ago you. This my son is already in pain like this.”

“It's fast, ma'am. I couldn't get my car any faster than the average. Later I can be suspended,” replied the male driver patiently.

Nely said arrogantly. “Better you who got suspended than my son who why-why.”

“I drove a car very carefully because I was guarding your lives too, Mom. Patience for a moment, yes.”

Seeing his daughter grimacing made Nely cranky. Soon, he saw something in the cloth that Rahma was wearing.

“Yes Allah, you came out the blood of Rahma!” peekik Nely panicked. The atmosphere in the car suddenly became cold hot. “Why can this be?”

“Sick ... Ma'am,” said Rahma half whimpering. She was also crying sick and afraid of anything happening with her and her son.

“Come honestly, actually you are why, did you fall?” ask Nely to sue. "Java!"

Shortly after, Rahma's head nodded slowly.

“Came where? When?” Nely's getting windy.

“Fall in the kitchen overnight, when you want to brew a drink,” replied Rahma in a soft voice.

Nely's eyes widened hearing such a terrible thing. “ASTAGA! You're sick from last night and you're quiet?”

Rahma immediately replied, “Rahma is afraid .. please do not get angry with Rahma. Don't make Rahma more stressed, plis.”

Nely snuggled. “Yes Allah, how stupid I have children.”

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The To Be Continued.