
"Bu Nira We have new news for mom, but Miss Nira don't be mad. This news will certainly make Nira's mother surprised." said the thirty-two-year-old woman impatiently wanted to tell about Nita and also her son Bu Nira.
"What the hell is going on. Holy Ma'am? And the others, too, are on the crap. Tumben-tumbenan loh, are you coming to my house?" tanya Bu Nira looks curious with the faces of the mothers who look so happy in front of him.
"Of course we are excited, this concerns the mother's son, the Saiful." timpal Bu Sari put away her lower lip. Curiosity increasingly passionate in the heart of Bu Nira, let alone hear the name of his son called.
"What's the matter with Saiful? Why did they mention my son's name. Did my son do anything patal until this mother's mother, so excited to come to my house," muttered Bu Nira's heart. Staring at the mothers of the gossip mongrels who always cause trouble in the village.
Actually, Bu Nira is tired and with the mothers in her village, because they are outrageous. Slandering Nita without evidence, sometimes insulting Nita.
Especially when there are new people coming to his village, they always make uncomfortable and even hostile to the new person.
The discomfort has been felt since long ago by Bu Nira, since hanging out with mother's mother in her village who is good at gossip.
Wanted to dodge, but what power. If he dodges, mothers will surely scorn and insult him.
Blaming that Bu Nira is a hypocrite, Bu Nira is forced to hide her frustration and hypocrisy on her mother's mother in her village. His name is always good in the eyes of the people.
"Mother mother. What happened to my son?" asked Bu Nira, with her sweet tone. He held his chest pretending to be surprised after his son's name was mentioned.
Holy Ma'am who always spread slander, holding the shoulder of Bu Nira, "was I hanging out with the mothers watching Saiful and Nita shaking hands, while hugging it."
Deg ....
Bu Nira holding his chest still can't believe what the mothers in his village said, even though Bu Nira has reminded her son to stay away from Nita.
But because of the great love for Nita, Saiful did not care about the words of his own mother. His son was clean and wanted to have Nita and asked her to make the nosed girl be his wife.
Bu Nira's daydreams spread, when the Holy Mother asked again, "This mother forbids Si Saiful not anyway, so as not to be close to the unlucky carrying girl. I know for myself that he's the son of the deceiver, Nita's parents are cheated our money."
Holy Mother smiled faintly, as she said about Nita's two parents. Where Nita's mother was his own brother, named Siti.
Intentionally Siti and her husband were slandered because they had lost hundreds of millions of money, people were accommodated. Because of the envy of Suci, seeing Siti in the flattering of people in her village.
Siti is smart to manage the money of mothers and others, she opened a large investment in her hometown, where mothers believe.
They slowly trusted Siti and invested their money into Siti.
Siti managed to make the mother's investment money grow, until the unwanted things happen. When Siti finished bringing money from the bank to give to mothers. It was at that time that Suci deliberately stole the mother's money and slandered her own sister.
That the money was spent on clothes and whatnot, Saints had planned it from the beginning. Until mother mother in the village was angry, and lost control.
Where people are so sadistic, burning Siti and her husband, the anger does not make them think with a clear and sane, legal or family solution.
They rely more on emotions and trust speech than on finding evidence, until Nita becomes the victim of the death of both parents.
Suci smiled happily, seeing the death of his own biological sister. Due to his envious nature and success the sister ushered him in a crime to get rid of Siti.
There is no justice for Siti and her husband, they can only resign and accept everything with the air.
Nira looks nervous, she replies." I banned my son and threatened him. But why is Saiful so clueless, doesn't he regret knowing Nita."
"I really love the same Saiful has a handsome look, well established. Hard workers, want the same son of a lumberjack," said Bu Nia. Showing his kebencia to Nita.
Ms. Nira, already can not stand the babble of the mothers in her house. Especially for the Holy Mother who was always being kind and pretentious, "it could be usual for her to vilify her own sister, Holy, Holy."
Bu Nira shook her head while muttering to her heart.
Bu Nira pretends to be upset and angry in front of the mothers, so that the mothers in her village, do not suspect that in fact Bu Nira strongly approve of her son with Nita.
"Yes, then. I'll catch up to Saiful and Nita ya mom." Nira said, showing her anger.
Mothers began to rise from their seats, to see immediately the anger of Bu Nira towards her child and Nita.
The Holy Mother was more pleased, if her nephew was suffering, always smiling over the suffering of his own brother.
"Feel you Nita."
Suci never stopped slandering or demonizing his own nephew to others, as well as mothers in the village.
"Holy Mother, let's go see how angry Bu Nira is with her son."
"Yes, come on. Must be exciting."
*******
Nita and Saiful, who had arrived at Mr. Kosim's house, began to get off the motorbike, knocking on the old man's door.
Nita hopes there is an answer about the departure of Intan and also Lulu.
"Nit, how are you panicking and fidgeting?" asked Saiful feeling pity.
"Obviously Aa, I'm afraid that if my best friend sells Lulu to Mrs Marimar, Aa knows for herself that Intan is bad enough!" answer Nita. Saiful was curious about the story that actually happened.
But just as Nita started telling Saiful everything, the middle-aged man opened the door. "Well, what's the matter with Neng Nita?"
"Finally there, Mr. Kosim!"
"What's up, really. Until that call to dad."
Saiful does not like the lagat Mr. Kosim who is always itching against the girls in the village, especially against Nita the girl he adores.
"Over time the nanyanya, pretentious seduce," said Saiful. Showing a jealous fire. In front of the old man who was certainly not his rival.