A Series of Dreams
Similar Mama

“Bu, can't yet. Regular with others I'm only six months.” The man who works as a traveling furniture creditors refused.

“Ah, don't count. Consider it a seller. Early in the morning, where customers might get. I was a coincidence too. If my quality is not engulfed in fire, where might take credit with you.” Lasmi's mother shook her hands at the cooking furniture that was mounted in the basket while exclaiming. “Cute line cape kimpul. Best selling trading, money collecting.”

Seruni. His face was embarrassed. He was unable to speak when his mother's behavior became a spectacle of the prospective husband.

“How long is it, sir?” Wisely looks into his pants pocket and looks for the whereabouts of his wallet. “I pay cash only.”

“Sixty thousand, Sir.” The middle-aged man replied with a half-bending.

“Hah! You want to trick me?” Lasmi screamed loudly when she heard the so-called price. “Tadi, you count one hundred thousand. Now sixty thousand. Really late taking profit!” Unaccepting, he turned around and was about to scold the old man.

“Already, Mom. Its alright. Wisely mediates while offering a hundred thousand dollars. “Take the change, sir,” he continued relaxed.

Lasmi. Not accepting the reality in plain sight, he hurriedly approached the traveling furniture peddler and asked for change.

“Where's the change? My daughter-in-law's money is a hundred thousand. There are still forty thousand. Don't try to tickle. That's not your right, it's my daughter-in-law's right. I represent to take back the rights that are still left to you.” Lasmi thrusts a hand. While waiting, the old woman glanced at the other furniture that had caught her attention for a long time.

Know this, I take a lot. It could have been all Wise. So stupid. Lasmi cursed herself. A golden opportunity missed, he failed to buy the cooking furniture he coveted.

Seruni is bowing. It felt like hiding and did not dare to look at Wisely who was now standing next to him. If he could, he wanted to run and get into the room. Not to be a witness to her mother's ridiculousness.

“Ni, can I borrow your clothes. My clothes are on fire.” Wisely opened the conversation.

“Already, but my shirt is on fire.”

“Aa, fine, ‘kan?” Seruni panic. Observing the sighting of Wisely not wearing a shirt, he gulped. Shame suddenly gnawed at him.

“My clothes are burning. You know, I used it to put out the fire.” Pointing her index finger into the house, Wisely did not realize her arm was injured.

“Aa, your hand is burning?” Seruni surprised. Wisely's right arm looked flushed. He held the man's hand with a sassy to make sure. Frowning as if coming to feel, the young girl approached. “It hurts, Aa?” tanyanya, hissing.

Just look at it, he can feel the pain that Wisely is feeling. Blast it slowly to relieve the pulse that may be controlling the stocky arm.

Wisely did not answer. Instead, the handsome man smiled in silence. Enjoy the little attention that has been rarely felt.

She looks like Mama. Only Mama always cared about little things like this.

Sculpting, he saw the girl who was busy blowing with a slow burning trail on her arm. As the soul warms, Wisely becomes entangled in the twists of an elusive flavor. He gasped as Seruni's head lifted and their gaze accidentally collided.

“Do we go to the doctor, Aa? Fear will get worse.” The lightning in Seruni's eyes implied worry.

“What doctor? To the bathroom. Grease with odol, finish.” Lasmi's mother suddenly interjected. The old woman hugged the cauldron and an aluminum pot in lieu of the change she did not take.