When Love Is Present

Chapter 62. Mother's knowledge.

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Today's the second day Laras was at his house. It had been two nights that Vim returned to the house every time he came home from work. Just want to be close to Laras Vim willing to take 45 minutes from the house Laras to his place of work. Tired disappeared as soon as he saw the face of Laras. His life is full of spirit.

A bright morning..

Not yet Vim entered the car, the phone call letter rang. A call from Maharani's mother.

"Assalammualaikum - mih."

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"Yes right here. Forgive us mih. Tomorrow we'll be there."

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"Working regime first mi. Assalammualaikum."

Just asked Maharani why they have not visited the house. In accordance with Laras' plan they will shift there after three days at Laras' house.

Laras treads the front yard after removing Vim's departure. Look at the fruit trees one by one. Bangkok guava, mango and soursop. The clear net is attached to the mango tree which is full of mangoes hanging. Currently the season of mangoes and young mangoes that hang is very tempting for Laras. He swallowed the salivary. The idea came to take the mango fruit because he was so eager to eat some mango seeds.

Then Laras down the side yard looking for a tool commonly used to harvest the fruits hanging high on the tree. A small cutting tool is tucked in the long end of the wood and with the tool can make the fruit fall into a net that has been attached to the end of the wood as well. Laras had not found the long wood and did not ask anyone because there was no one in the house besides him. Mom was going to the market and her father took care of the sale of tobacco from the grandfather's heritage garden which was not too extensive.

Until the backyard finally Laras found the item he was looking for. Go back to the side yard of the house and make fun of the fruit he wants. Young mango hanging beautifully seduces the eyes especially the vision of a young pregnant woman in the cravings phase.

Baras smiled happily. His eyes sparkled cheerfully. Not realizing some red dots decorate her calf white smooth due to mosquitoes perched on her cat. Every now and then Laras' hand scratches at the itchy part of the foot. Five mangoes this morning, he thought. He swallowed the saliva again. Walk into the kitchen with mango mango.

In the kitchen Laras put mango on the table. Take a little hand soap and wash your hands in the sink. Then take the coke out of its place. Two stalks of cayenne pepper and a little brown sugar are placed Barrels onto the cobek. He began to drink chili and brown sugar. Laras can't wait to eat his homemade sambal. Immediately peeled two young mangoes that he managed to pick earlier. Wash the mango peel with boiled water, slice a small mango fruit and put it into a small dish. Laras devoured mangoes and his homemade chili bit by bit. Hmmmm. He did not feel the sourness of mangoes. He felt satisfied and energetic.

Baras was relieved. His wish has been delivered. Eat young mango dipped brown sugar chili.

There were footsteps approaching the kitchen door. Mom showed up there with the groceries in hand. My mom just got home from the market.

"Mother of the market." The barrel stands to welcome the groceries that mom brought.

"Yes dear. We have to cook it."

"Mother's right. Let Barrel

helping mom. Today Laras is not into the shop."

"Yes?! then you clean these vegetables. I'll make the seasoning and clean the shrimp. But..."

Mom stopped saying and seemed to be looking for something around them. The mother's gaze stopped on the ripped and mango seeds lying on the table. Mother's forehead wrinkled.

"Who came Baras? Who eats mangoes this early?" Ask mom in surprise. Not everyone can eat young mangoes in the morning unless the woman is pregnant within the first three months. That's according to the mother because the mother has experienced it while pregnant Laras and the same story that you often hear from neighbors and relatives. The smell of fragrant mangoes is inevitable from smell.

"Ee..ee.it's Laras who ate the bu." Baras answered stammeringly.

"What's wrong with you? Laras.tell mom if you're pregnant son. Usually young women who are pregnant eat young mangoes in the morning like this." Mom clasps Laras fingers. A hope was on Mom's face. Can't wait for the answer Laras. His confidence is so great.

"Mother what you said is true." Barrel answered very carefully.

"Oh praise God! Alhamdulillahot. You are filling up, baby. Oh God. Be happy you boys." Mom immediately hugged Laras. The taste of haru that burst successfully makes the mother's net glazed. Crying happily knowing Laras is pregnant. Eventually the long-awaited baby-to-be will be present among them.

"You just sit here. You haven't eaten yet. I bought rice porridge. Well eat." Mom opened the rice porridge wrapped in banana leaves. Fragrance of coconut leaves and porridge that arouses appetite.

The barrel eats the porridge voraciously. Mom watched happily. The child does not lose appetite during pregnancy and during the home mother has not heard Baras vomit in the morning like pregnant women in general.

Baras put down his spoon. The porridge has not been spent.

"It's already bu Laras full."

"Yes already. If you're uncomfortable, go get some rest." Mother's Advice.

"Wants to help mom."

"All that is light. Just sit there."

Laras nodded his head.

"Almost two months ma'am. Forgive Laras." Laras looked down avoiding mother's gaze. Feeling guilty about keeping this fun news.

"Definitely Vim happy, let alone mami." Mom said as her hands worked. Peeling seasoning, cutting and grinding.

"Ehm.ee ma'am.e Laras has not spoken to Vim." The sound of the slow barrel was almost like a whisper.

"What's? Vim doesn't know yet? Forgive Laras. Why so?" Mom's eyes are wide. His gaze cornered Laras.

"Mom..take a look, Mom. Baras wants to surprise Vim. Mommy please Laras ya." Finally, Baras spoke clearly. I hope you agree.

"So how?"

"Mommy don't tell anything to Vim including Laras getting pregnant. The time will come for Laras to speak for himself. Could be Mom."

Mom took a deep breath. Wash vegetables that have been cleaned.

"Mom..can you? Baras please because Laras wants to make a surprise for mas Vim."

"Hhh well it's up to you. Keep your shit all right."

"Thank you ma'am. Mother's dear barrel."

Morning changed by noon. The barrel had just changed clothes when Vim suddenly walked into the room without making a sound. Saturday Vim works half a day even though there is actually no scheduled entry. This made Joel grumble because his holiday was cut off.

"Master Saturday night preparation Sunday." Joel gives reasons when called to work.

"You're weekly night too??"

"certain. My girlfriend from Malang sir."

"A few days. Saturday I'll give you an extra paycheck, but keep me in the office."

"All right, sir." Joel realized where maybe the boss would want to be denied by him.

At home, Vim and Joel drive their cars.

He saw Laras sleeping in a position tilted to the right. Clothing Barrels that are only limited to snoring make his calves look. Vim sees an oddity in Laras' calf. A few small reddish bumps stuck there. Vim looked closer. The color contrasts with the white skin. He turned to the dressing table to take eucalyptus oil there and then apply the oil on the calf Laras. Apply flat on the right and left feet.

The gentle swipe woke the Barrel. He turned his face back and smiled to see Vim nearby.

"Mas is home."

"Huumm. Why calf?" Ask Vim curiously.

"That's nothing. In the mosquito bite." Laras answered.

"Oo here are many mosquitoes, but two nights I sleep without being disturbed by mosquitoes."

"Outside of the mas "

"Out of nowhere." Vim was curious to know.

"By the tree."

"Under the tree? Which tree? Why are you under a tree?" Question Vim bertubi-tubi.

Truly this is the attention Vim Laras feels but Laras begins to get uncomfortable with Vim's curiosity.

"I just want to stand there and apparently mosquitoes like to accompany me. Look at them biting my leg." Urai Barrel.

"That's it. Tomorrow we will not go there again, Ras. You're scratching it red."

Vim said while changing clothes. The options are shorts and sleeveless shirts.

"Anything you say dear I nurut heheh. Oya mas hasn't eaten yet, has he?" Ask Laras later. He sits on the bed.

"Yet. I'll go to bed later."

The barrel lets Vim take a position on the bed. Vim doesn't want to be disturbed. In fact, he immediately fell asleep without inviting Laras to joke. Laras continued his nap. Lying next to Vim.

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