Why Should My Cousin, Mom?

Why Should My Cousin, Mom?
KHSM CHAPTER 25



While at his parents' house, somehow while eating dinner with his parents suddenly the fragrant feeling was not good.


How I feel suddenly not good gini yah. murmured fragrant in the heart.


"In front of the food can not be daydreaming, Rum." reprimanded Bu Darmi. Bu Darmi thought Harum was daydreaming because he thought of his miscarriage, so Bu Darmi quickly rebuked Harum so that Harum did not get deeper to remember the problem.


"Whoever daydreams Mom." said Harum.


"Nih eat a lot so that your condition is better" said Bu Darmi while spooning chicken soup into the Harum bowl.


"Udah Ma'am, don't do much, Harum is full" said Harum.


Bu Darmi also stopped scooping chicken soup and Harum quickly finished the chicken soup in his bowl. Because her feelings were bad, so she wanted to quickly contact Candra.


She was afraid of anything happening with Candra on the street, because her husband said he was going out with his office friends.


After the chicken soup ran out, Harum stood up from his seat.


"Harum first well sir, Mom." said Harum then went from the dining room to the kitchen while carrying the dishes and bowls that he used to eat.


Just arrived at the kitchen, when Harum was about to put the dishes and bowls in the dishwasher, suddenly...


PRAAAANG...


The plate and bowl in his hand suddenly fell out of hand, but Harum carried a plate and bowl with two hands.


Hearing that Mr. Danu and Bu Darmi immediately ran into the kitchen.


"God Harum! Why are you, son?" peekkik Bu Darmi while walking closer to Harum. While Mr. Danu, as soon as he saw the broken plates and bowls on the floor near Harum standing, he immediately ran to take a broom and gravel.


While Harum just stood staring at the broken plates and bowls on the floor. His brain increasingly connects between his unpleasant feelings with the plate and bowl that suddenly separated from his hand. In his mind now, he was more and more convinced that something must have happened to Candra.


Ms. Darmi also brought Harum to the television room. After sitting Harum in the television room, Bu Darmi returned to the dining room to take a drink for Harum. While Mr. Danu was busy cleaning broken dishes and bowls.


"It's Rum, drink it first" said Ms. Darmi as she offered the glass to Harum.


It was fragrant to take the glass from Bu Darmi's hand and then swallow the water in the glass until it runs out, after which put the glass on the table.


It was fragrant shaking his head.


"Well why? What are you thinking? I noticed that you were mostly daydreaming, let's tell Mom the same story."


"The smell is not good, Mom. Fragrant fear of anything happening with Mas Candra." replied Harum.


"Kok you can have that feeling?" ask Ms. Darmi.


"So Mas Candra said he wanted to go with his office because there was one of his office friends who had a birthday, but suddenly the feeling of Harum was not good, like something bad happened to Mas Candra, the feeling got worse when the plates and bowls came out of Harum's hands" replied Harum.


"That's just your feeling. Try to call Candra now." said Ms. Darmi.


Fragrant shakes.


"Harum is afraid Mom, Harum is afraid that this bad feeling Harum is right, Harum is not ready to hear the bad news" Harum said.


"Hush!!! What the hell are you! Don't say that ah! Always think positive Rum, let's come the same we are also positive things." said Ms. Darmi.


"Hape where you are, here let me call you" said Ms. Darmi again.


"In Mom's room." replied Harum.


Ms. Darmi stood up from her seat and walked to Harum's room to retrieve Harum's phone, after which she returned to the television room.


Arriving in the television room, Bu Darmi immediately gave the phone to Harum to unlock the screen.


After the screen lock opened, then Bu Darmi contacted Candra, not forgetting that Bu Darmi activated the loudspeaker so that Harum could hear, but unfortunately Harum chose to close his ears in fear that the bad feeling was true.


Tuout... Tuout... Tuout...


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