Adult Zone
35. Prospective Son-in-law And Egg Martabak

...PROSPECTIVE SON-IN-LAW AND EGG MARTABAK...

...Written by David Khanz ...

Beginning story ....

"Help me, Reza. Very please!" for the umpteenth time, Shanti asked Reza for help to get out of the problems she was facing.

"But .. I .... " Reza's voice was broken, not knowing what to say to face the attitude of the girl he had once feared.

"If Yoga hadn't run away from me, it would never have wanted me to beg for help like this." Shanti began to get upset and desperate. "Don't you ever say you love me, right? Now prove it and get this chance to have me, Reza!"

"Yes, Shanti. I understand that. But the problem is not that simple," Reza replied increasingly confused while scratching her non-itchy head.

The two of them are a pair of friends who are often together from childhood to adulthood like today. Playing, learning, even going to school never want to be separated.

As time goes by, Reza secretly puts her heart on Shanti. Hopefully someday, Shantilah is the only female figure who will replace her ribs that lack one. But what you want to say, reality sometimes does not always have to be as beautiful as dreams. The girl subtly rejected it. He just wanted the link between the two of them all along, nothing more than a friendly relationship.

Reza's disappointed? Sure. But the feeling never made him suddenly have to stay away from Shanti. He is still a young boy just like his childhood with Shanti.

At the same time, Shanti has a love affair with Yoga. A young boy of the rich, a newcomer to the village. His father, Johan, was a successful contractor who was working on a major project in the area.

Armed with an Escudo butut driven by Yoga, finally Shanti's heart was subdued in the hands of the young man in the dress. Worse, both parents of the girl were equally exposed to the magic of the sheen of a special egg martabak that Yoga often brought when visiting home.

"Often just play here, Nak Yoga," said his father Shanti while chewing the twenty-thousand meal, happy to open the kepalang.

"Berez, Sir. Later all of you want to take a walk Shanti using a car while looking at the big project that my father is working on," said Yoga a little effort to open the opportunity to get the blessing of Shanti's parents.

"Please, take it and take it, son. But do not forget ... "the last sentence of Mr. Shanti is somewhat extended to provoke curiosity of the young man.

Evidently, Yoga immediately asked, "Don't forget what, yes, sir?"

With a shy smile, Mr. Shanti continued his words, ".. bring a special egg martabak that is a bit common, huh? It's good, tuh, eat it with rice."

"Ashiaaap, Sir. If necessary, I buy the same wagon," said the arrogant Yoga belagak rich people but not able to care for his face full of acne stone.

Armed with a bribe martabak eggs free from the entrapment of Operation Hand Catch from the KPK, finally Yoga was free to take Shanti wherever and whenever she liked. Maybe because you think Yoga is the son of a rich man, both parents hope Shanti daughter who can only look beautiful by the camera 360 effect, mate with Yoga. That means both Shanti's parents will participate in the splashes of the coffers of the besi project later.

Until one day ....

"Ooohhh .. don't, Bang Yoga," said Shanti, closing her eyes.

"It's okay, Shanti. Later I take responsibility, really," said Yoga did not stop launching attacks after attacks accompanied by drible movement, gastric bait, headers and others in the area of Shanti's body defense.

"I mean .. don't stop. Do it further, Bang! Oooohhh .. "santi reply invited Yoga to break into his original netting netting.

(Sorry, 00:10 minutes the writing stopped for a while. The author actually used to porseneling private property)

(Writing continues again at 00:18)

As a result of the intervention and interference of other limbs from the unseen side of the world there, Shanti soon suffered from stomach pain. Almost every time, the girl felt nauseous accompanied by vomiting. Though he never had a history of drunken land transportation.

"Maybe catch a cold, ma'am. Last night join nganterin Yoga around the cemetery complex, forget to over time open the jacket and clothes Finally yes this way, nih," replied Shanti reasoned when asked by her mother.

As a woman who has eaten a lot of salt acid without a mixture of chili and tomatoes is also terasi life, of course Shanti's answer was not immediately believed by the mother. He suspects his son did not catch a cold, must have entered other items or could be other protein substances.

Unfortunately, this cold does not occur a day or five days. But it's been a matter of weeks. Coupled with the sudden enmity between Shanti and the extra wing bandage, it was the girl's positive thinking, that she ....

"What's? You pregnant? Who did? Tell me the truth!" yokay Yoga was surprised.

"I'm pregnant with my brother. Pregnant with syetan?" shanti replied without being accompanied by the tone of the dangdut song whose lyrics sounded like that.

"Calm down, you calm down."

"That I should calm down is you, Bang. From that moment on, he kept talking. I'm, uh, santuy."

"Yes, you just wait at home. I'll come with my father to propose to you."

"Really, Bang?"

"Yes, really."

Really true! Meaning ... Yoga is really running away from its responsibilities. The young man full of acne stone suddenly disappeared like swallowed by the ocean in the vast ocean.

Stay Shanti languish alone, Ready to bear the shame and smeared in the face of her parents. Only because martabak eventually will they all lose their dignity.

And at that time, Shanti remembered the figure of another young boy who was forgotten and rarely rewritten dialogue by Author. It was Reza. There is no other choice but to ask for help from his childhood friend, to cover the disgrace that has been gaping before his eyes.

"Well, if that's what you want, Shanti. I'm willing to help. Let someone else eat the rice, I partake of the durian. Later that night, I will come to see your father," said Reza resignedly accept the fate of getting a used apem that is not worth eighty million.

"Thank you, Reza. I regret rejecting you. It turns out that you are very good," said Shanti as she hugged her best friend, "I wait for your arrival. Should I prepare coffee? Milk? Coffee milk? Wedang ginger? Or .... "

"Take enough tea, Shanti. But thanks sugar little. Don't forget to add ice as well."

"Ready, Bang."

That very night, Reza came to fulfill a promise. But Shanti's father's answer was not as expected. Maybe because he did not know the problem or it could be because he was still under the influence of a special egg hammer, with a soft and high tone, his father Shanti said, "Young man, forgive me, yes? It is not that we do not want to appreciate your sincere intentions or do not want to bless your relationship with our child, as parents, we have prepared a prospective life partner for our high-income child, he said, rich and come from a respectable family. We suggest you better look for another prospective life companion. Not our son."

Reza was closed while holding back the tightness of the respiratory cavity in his chest. So-so. But he tried hard and kept smiling respectfully.

Before leaving in disappointment, Reza tried to answer, "Mother Shanti and I respect her. If only I included the criteria for prospective daughter-in-law as you and Mom want, then I would honestly say, I will say, it's better to find my own future wife out there than to have to choose a match with your son and mother."

After saying goodbye and greeting, Reza immediately left and never intended to look back. Where there is Shanti's face puffed between the glass windows while sobbing. While the veins of his hand were covered in fresh blood with a razor blade that was still clasped.

...EXPIRE...