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wiro sableng's
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2 People blocked Rasya's arm and one was about to be ready to give a raw bogeman but when about to approach the two legs kang sya jump kicked his abdomen and then turn the arm into a squeeze /strangling the necks of the two young men who had previously blocked his hands and banging the two heads that were squeezed down ,s
the young man who was kicked got up and grabbed the broken bottle and ran towards kang sya , although not ready yet but kang sya parry back and back hit the stomach and menslading his legs until he fell because of his unpreparedness the broken bottle was successful in hitting the right arm rasya only in a thin shirt so that the shirt was torn and injured Rasya's skin carved several cuts with different lengths.Blood pours from his arms, Rasya slightly grimaced, Syifa who saw him covered his mouth with both hands ,uzi and Rasya managed to subvert the five berandal street that makes them exposed to them this is a small thing considering they follow pencak silat activities, which is very important, muaythai even taekwondo in the ponpes neighborhood also won the champion several times.before bringing in more hordes of kang sya and uzi invite syifa into the car and hurry away from the place.
" kang we go from here. hunted before it becomes a big problem.ana does not want to add sweat ana , later abi and umi suspicious.." said uzi Rasya nodded and gas.
syifa called one of her friends who was at the place to leave her motorbike to be taken to the workshop
"so loe ga nothing, that's loe hand wound.." said Syifa from the back seat staring horrified at the incision wound on Rasya's arm that continues to bleed fresh ,
" yes kang bro luka anta should be cleaned first." said uzi who was driving, Rasya stared at his wound.
" well, his shirt was torn again A'a bro, this is a new shirt yesterday bought by mother.." instead of complaining Rasya even worried about priscil-giving shirts.
"yeee the ege .. he usually thinks more about his clothes than his wounds "shyphic murmur
" i don't want to go home if you keke kekeh nganter me to my house jumping from the car ..." said Syifa saw the car driven to his house
"where do you want to go???" ask uzi
"to the workshop while I want to go to the workshop.." said Syifa.
"the time in the workshop there was mostly men. anti this is women" said uzi.
"gue has no money to spend." replied Syifa.
"yes, just go to the house, ,zi.." kang sya said.
uzi and Syifa were surprised by the advice of the kakang
"ga.ga need I don't want to ngerepotin.lagian ga tasty also time girls nginep at home men..."
" but the workshop is not better precisely with anti-stay in the workshop will cause new problems.just calm at home ana a lot of his soul...."
uzi turned to kang sya as if giving a statement "ga wrong sure anta...???" kang sya nodded
inevitably Syifa finally agreed because the day was getting late especially he did not have a penny
syifa fell asleep all the way tired but only briefly, he woke up he saw the beautiful rural streets although it looks dark lighting houses that illuminate enough to show that this is a village, a village,syifa slightly opened the window glass, animals nocturnal sound adds to the evidence of the beauty of this village as well as the heat that cools the lungs to the brain really makes his mind calm who is struggling by his family problems
"kang before reaching home first clean the wound, which is afraid of the mother's will.."guid uzi.
Rasya nods they pull over the car that has approached the gate of the house of azam, they deliberately do not pass as usual passing the house ponpes because they do not want to make a noise they bring akhwat in the middle of the night anyway , Rasya and uzi get out of the car ....
Rasya opened his torn shirt on his arm and there were blood spots and cleaned the blood stains on his wound using tissue and water
"ana does not want to come to the house.kang ana is afraid of mother.."guidik uzi.
"yahh anta not cs same ana help ana explain to mother.." their rumors outside the car.
"ana is better to face the ten brutes at once than to have to face the tantrums of the mother.can be swallowed alive by the mother.." gidk uzi again.
"if only abi and umi ana are brave but mother hiiihhhhh..."
"then ana will lay the blame on you how???" threaten Rasya
"heyyy anta cheated.anta who acted ana who got her gum..."
with a heavy heart uzi just resigned somehow fate later may God still protect him tonight ,,,,
"it's so scary for Rasya's mother that they're scared like that." think syifa ....
after feeling clean enough they came back and put the shirt into the bag of crackle and keep it on the dashboard of the car, Rasya put on his jacket in the car, the car entered the gate
Priscil who was worried about the situation of his bachelor was pacing like a hot iron in the middle room accompanied by Azam and Rai. they looked up to hear the sound of a car engine entering the house.
"bun.bun..remember patience istighfar..pull breath..exhaust said astagfirullah...." Azam tranquilizes priscil who is ready to explode spraying his son, Rasya settles the precipitate into the house while the syifa is still waiting outside sitting on the outside chair
"safe.." whispered to uzi.
" what's safe." priscil was ruffled waiting for the arrival of his son with his husband and daughter and walked closer gritting his finger on the table with a murderous gaze.
instantly Rasya and uzi chuckled in shock as their bodies stiffened the end of your history....
"ehhh mom....mdad finished mascara huh???beautiful kakang bundanya ..." rayu Rasya
"yanda also has not slept yanda is also seen getting younger only.." rayunya uzi just grinned from earlier his heart beat fast.
"hahahahaha just brush bun.." Rai's laughter exploded seeing the behavior of his twin kaka who was trying to seduce his mother and father who was actually in vain.
"does your watch run out of battery or your brain is not working...???" ask Priscil
Rasya and uzi just shut up and bowed "if yes what is the need for the surgical mother continue to replace the mother with a cow brain from the ponpes farm...." his speech was soft but the sharp gaze of priscil and his words reached the heart
"sorry mother brother asked for forgiveness .. kakang late coming home for helping people,bun...." Rasya squabbling at priscil's feet
syifa who is behind Rasya and uzi gawking disbelief a Rasya man the most loved and idolized at school, and,good at fighting the captain of the basketball team is also resting at the feet of a woman who still looks beautiful at the age of 3 heads that have the title of mother ,syifa felt full there are still today young people like Rasya ....
"mother forgive kakang bun,,," Rasya still hugged his mother's leg
"the back has promised the same buda will not go home at night ,,, even the leg did not give the news, .what your phone does not work ,is your mom not important anymore???" ask again by increasing intonation
" sorry uzi, mother.yanda ustadz...uzi is also wrong.." said slowly uzi who was bowed.
arrived from the back
"excuse me ma'am sorry it's not their fault I'm wrong, it's all because of me ..." sorry syifa who suddenly stepped in all eyes turned to the figure of syifa priscil , Azam, and Rai saw the syifa from top to bottom
a white leather t-shirt jacket and torn levis pants are also sneaker shoes and long wavy hair dipped one on the back
their gazes turned to Rasya as if asking for an explanation
"bun, this is known syifa, my friend kakang.kudang just helped syifa bun...."
"yes you guys come in let's talk good while sitting down" Azam mediated
they sit in the living room
"astagfirullah...this is Syifa...???" he said he started to remember Syifa
"i..iya.." but different from the syifa who has not been indifferent if this priscil he had met at school.
"you don't remember ...."
syifa knitted her two eyebrows
"mother...!!! girls in school.." priscil's smile.
"oh... astagfirullah....is this right mother???"syifa said enthusiastically and immediately approached priscil
"mother how are you??? mother Syifa did not expect mother is Rasya's mother.the mother turned out to be very beautiful without niqab syifa until pangling....."
those in the room were astonished
" do you know ukhti???" ask Rai
"astagfirullah.bunda to forget this loh that mother ever told me if at school kakang there are nolongin mother tuh this person ,syifa..."
" oh, nak Syifa, thank you for helping his mother rasya, yah" said Azam
"same with om..."
"mother yanda...anu...if for example syifa stay here for a few days what can it be???" asked Rasya doubtfully
"what????" pekik Rai, Azam, priscil and uzi who even though uzi already know earlier
"staying kang???" ask Rai who seems to disagree
"i.iii ..."
priscil threw a look at each other with her husband
" it's okay I can look for boarding.." although Syifa himself is confused how he will look while it's night and again he does not have a penny.
azam breathed a long breath "maybe but not here and on condition..."
" yanda.." sideline Rai.
but Azam nodded
"what's Yanda's condition???" ask Rasya
and the look of the hope of the shifa "shifa will stay at the dormitory of santriwati and dress like santri ..."
ederrrr .....
dream what syifa last night did not fall not raining now he must be a santri
"it's okay not to let Syifa go.."
he said he wanted to move
" i hope that Syifa will accept it as a thank you om because she has helped wife om...."
"do you have money for the fa kost instead of your money having run out for the race bet??? anyways it's fa night." said Rasya.
"bet???racing???rai's Mumbles
but he did not want to take a headache "just accept ka syifa once try it feels so good santri loh.." now Rai said he noticed the syifa and thought "was my mother like this before, huh..."
"tumben anti-intelligent, ." sarcastic Rasya, rai pursed her lips
syifa thought it was true that Rasya also said he was not good at Azam, priscil and rasya who had helped a lot..."
"alright om, but what about syifa school???"
"anti remain in school with Rasya and uzi but after school anti-nyantri here." explained Azam ended the chat Syifa nodded resignedly.
"what was your mother like this???" whispered Rai to his father
"worse.." Azam replied chuckling followed by Rai's laughter ,
"you do whisper whispers while laughing, remember that you can not whisper in front of others..."
"sorry bun.." said the two, then both laughed again staring at priscil and moved to Syifa.
"duuhhhh so dejavu.." inner Azam.
"haaaa.....!!!!! mother knows what you've been thinking and you laugh.." said Priscil loudly.
Rasya also chuckled because he realized something, while uzi and syifa were only confused by the behavior of this family
"yes indeed mother like syifa used to be even worse why???" Priscil ruffled his waist "it's about to be punished again...."
"ampun mama .." said Rai and Azam ran around the chair chased by priscil
"here you guys ...."
"hahahaha continue to bun, just chase until you can continue to throw sackin into the river..."Rasya is pumping while uzi laughs off "ayo bun catch yanda ustadz and Rai "add uzi
syifa laughed and then looked down lethargic" how happy the Rasya family, if only my family was as warm as their family as the Rasya family,,, how lucky Rasya....wait it looks like they're the same age, so that uzi is ready???"
finally even priscil who captured Azam
they dropped his body on the sofa feeling tired
"uzi,, call umi and your ashes if you stay here don't worry them." said Azam.
"eits and where are you going ,???" ask Priscil on the leg that settles the roof looking for a chance to escape "dealing with the mother has not finished the punishment between and uzi has not decided...."
"where is it???" tanya uzi widened her eyes and pointed to herself, priscil nodded and grabbed Rasya's arm
"oh bun's sick....." Rasya complained, Priscil raised his son's hand and opened his hand up to the elbow how surprised he was
"prettypretty...kakang....!!"
everyone was surprised but not with uzi and Syifa
" this is why???" priscil looked at his son anxiously ,
"Rai grab the medicine box ..." rai immediately did his mother's order
"this is wiro sableng's scene???" asked Azam kakang
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TBC 😉