Assalamu Alaikum Ukhti

Assalamu Alaikum Ukhti
The ukhti 63


The king came home with a happy heart. But unfortunately the King's smile receded as soon as the house, his eyes were presented with a sight that made the eyes hurt and raised anger. On the porch of his house Pipit with his parents was there sitting with his parents.


The king really did not stop thinking, why does this woman always bother him? It's true that there's no shame. The king was also astonished by Pipit's parents. Can usually always support the behavior of his son who like a cheap woman has no pride at all.


"What else is this?" Asked the King immediately showed his unhappy face to two women of different ages who were guests in his house.


"Jeez, my King, sit here and talk" said Mother Pipit with a cheerful face without sin and it looks very sickening. While Pipit, I don't know what the woman's face is made of. He can still smile disgusting.


"Well, why am I sitting with you? Mending sleep," said the king of the circus.


"This is a loh, Ja. She said Pipit was beaten by Sania. That's why he's here to ask for our help to talk to Abah's family," hearing the mother's words, of course, the King went up black.


"You don't have the rapids, so you're a girl? Dasae the slanderer. Who attacked Sania first was you, Pipit! Self-conscious, napa? There really is no self-esteem as a woman!" Maki Raja is getting emotional.


"Who? How is that different?" Ask Father.


"It's different, sir. This woman is a slanderer. The witness is many, still recriminate Sania who does not," the King accused while pointing at Pipit.


"But my son is not wrong, my King. He just wants to protect what is already his," defended his mother Pipit.


"What belongs to him? Whaaat! Me? Don't dream I want to be with my mother's son. Women have no self-respect. Slanderers, want to do anything including embarrassing things like this just for the sake of men," snapped the King really really can not stand the emotions that have been rumbling.


"But the King and the Pipits are already in a match?" reply Mother Pipit insistent.


"In your dreams! Amit amit I was betrothed to a woman like this. Mending me marry a paid woman who goes by the road than with Mom's son. They were more clearly worth it, unlike Mother's son," the King's contemptuousness left the two women's faces flabbergasted in disbelief. Even his mother Pipit seems now ignited with anger to hear his son insulted in such a way by the King. Both of the King's parents were also shocked by his son's emotion-filled speech.


"What do you mean! You insulted my son?" mother Pipit asked loudly while standing staring intently at the King.


"If you don't want to be insulted, say the same mother's child, don't chase after me again! Don't get in trouble with me anymore! He's doing good if I don't like, what else he's doing like this, the more disgusting you know, Mom," the King replied the more painful it sounded in Pipit's ear. Eyes blushing between emotions and heartache. Even the clear details have revealed themselves in both corners of Pipit's eyes.


"Don't be your ass, King. Is your behavior right? Are you a drunk and like to make trouble? Use ngatain ngatain my son carelessly," despise Mother Pipit to defend her son.


"Do you know I'm a drunk, my behavior is not right, why do you insist that I want to be a daughter-in-law? Wh why? Why insistent?" said the cynical King. And that speech silenced Mother Pipit's mouth.


"Come, Pit. We're home! I don't want to have a daughter-in-law like this. Mentang rich. It's as if people don't have." Oceh Ibu Pipit while pulling the child's hand.


"That's another nyari for a ghost! If anyone wants to but," the King ridiculed while laughing mockingly.


The two women finally left with mixed feelings. The king will sit down after the guest leaves.


"Can you talk like that, Ja?" say Mother.


"What about again, Mom. It is said to be good even nglunjak. Yeah mending gets hardened right?" reply King.


Mom and Dad were silent again without comment. The king also now quietly calmed the rumble in his heart.


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