Casanova Dipinang Sholeha
Race

"Ezar did have a birthmark on his shoulder. Is it really Sora's son?" said Mr. Matteo. He confirmed what Mother Nita said.

"I'm sure that's right, because Sora herself believes that," Mother Nita replied with a sly smile.

"That's easy to prove, Sora could have a DNA test, but I'm sorry Sora's not here" Matteo said.

"No way, surely you hid Sora, so that Ezar would not be taken by him?" accuse Mother Nita without thinking. He just follows his passionate emotions.

"Please search for yourself! Sora is not here" replied Mr. Matteo. It's free to argue with a stubborn old woman. He will stay on his feet.

"I have to see it for myself!" Nita's mother couldn't believe it before she saw it for herself. He walked into the big house. Screaming calling Sora.

"Sora! Sora! Sora!" shouted Nita's mother who had no death.

"Ngapain yelling at my house?" peekik Marisa's. Like getting your opponent balanced in a wrestling match. They stared at each other sharply.

"I'm looking for my son!" exclaim Mother Nita. Not afraid of Marisa's mother.

"Your son is not here!" peekik Marisa's.

"Based on the grandmother's side, you must be waiting for Mount Merapi" said Ms. Nita. Meltek Mother Marisa.

"How dare Grandma magic insult me. You must be the guardian of Mount Cicalobak, right?" marisa's mother said she won't lose. Grandma Drops VS. Grandma magic starts to fight. Pitting the power of water, fire, earthquake, lightning, typhoon, thunderbolt, ice, and solar is already rich serial children.

"No, it is less elite that Mount Cicalobak, more precisely Mount Lenca," replied Ibu Nita.

"Yes after Mount Lenca, live in a dikaredok so," replied Mother Marisa. It was easy to defeat his opponent this time.

"Look, I won't lose to you Grandma!" peekik Ibu Nita's.

"Let's fight, any sway I can!" mother of Marisa. Challenging Mother Nita.

"Come, baby, I support you! Make sure to win carrying the good name of the Sebastian Family," exclaimed Mr. Ferdi. Not reconciling even ready to be a supporter team for Ms. Marisa.

"Yes, I support you too! It must be a more deadly shake of Mother" said Claudya who came to support Ms. Marisa. Mr. Matteo did not follow. Hands up.

"I'm afraid you have two supporting seeds, I don't exist" said Ms. Nita.

"Relax, I have a support team for you" replied Ms. Marisa.

Eventually the two of them moved into the courtyard ready to fight each other. Marisa's mom with the support team of Mr. Ferdi and Claudya. While Ibu Nita with a team of old gardener supporters, whose voice is also not strong to shout.

"The supporter team has also expired" complained Ms Nita. Feeling the team of supporters did not have even worried about entering the ER when they were too much shouting.

"Eat from home bring the support team, do not be free. The fall was a sidelines," replied Marisa's mother.

Mr. Matteo was just shaking his head at the behavior of these old mothers who were about to take part in the seven-dozen match. They're already in style wearing rich high school gym clothes. Eh really is a high school shirt belonging to Claudya and Gavin. Which was still fat.

"Ready ready!" Mr. Matteo is the referee. Both matches. They were ready to push the small carts that contained their respective loads.

"Ready!" sahut Ibu Marisa and Ibu Nita.

"One! Two! Three!" The third count they both started pushing the small wagon towards the track. Get to the ribbon that has been installed as a finish place.

"Let's go, forget the weight. Focus on the front!" support from Mr. Ferdi.

"Is the burden the same?" ask Claudya.

"Yes, I forgot. Your mother has more weight because of the rice" replied Mr. Ferdi. He put the rice sack wrong. Not a flour sack.

"Good, free support. At most mothers lose," replied Claudya.

"Eating weapon sir?" said Mr. Ferdi.

Claudya just shook her head. Not sure his mother won because of his father's mistakes.

Meanwhile, the two participants were busy pushing the cart towards the finish place.

"What's the weight of the push, what's the sack filled?" said Marisa's mother. It was unexpected that his sack was heavier than imagined.

"What's so heavy, what's this sack?" Nita's mother complained as well.

"Come on! Comeing! Come on!" yelling supporters continued to shout encouraging two participants who were on gout. Not to mention the osteoporosis problem.

"Well, what's the sack of Nita's mother?" ask Claudya.

"The gardener who put the most gravel," replied Mr. Ferdi.

"Pantes, Nita's mother is pat," Claudya replied.

Meanwhile, Marisa's mother and Nita's mother can no longer push. They've put out all the moves. From various swaying, aerobic gymnastics to regional dances. The carts are not running either.

"Look at them in nari, what race switched to the village of Dancer huh?" ask Mr. Ferdi.

"It's the opposite of Yah" Claudya replied.

"Well the Ibu Nita supporter team is alive again, immediately with the sound of music" said Mr. Ferdi.

"Who's playing the music?" ask Claudya.

Mr. Ferdi just pointed towards Mr. Matteo who was holding the radio while swaying p0c0-p0c0. Claudya nodded. It turned out that her husband was the same as the participants who were in solidarity because they were unable to push the cart.

In the end, no one wins. Both participants tepar. Even alternating massages. I couldn't push the cart. The ones pushing the cart were precisely the two old gardeners.

"Your massage is also good, once a week come here, I pay a million each massage to be satisfied," said Ms. Marisa who was massaged by Ms. Nita.

"Million every massage?" Ms. Nita was surprised by the fantastic job offer. All this time want to get a hundred thousand money is very difficult.

"Well, it's not just me, it's my mother, my daughter-in-law and my daughter, if you can," Marisa's mother said. He's offering a job to Nita's mother.

"You, it's also quite good to massage four people at once" said Ms. Nita. Imagine the money he would get.

They finally made peace. Marisa's mother lets Nita find Sora at her house. And in reality there is no. Nita's mother also had time to meet Ezar who was friendly and polite to greet him.

"Grandma!" said the funny Ezar.

Nita's mother feels bad. He dumped his granddaughter in order to maintain the good name of his family and the future of Sora who wants to become a lawyer.

Nita's mother caressed Ezar's handsome face despite being a child. His eyes glazed over to see Ezar speaking smartly.

"Grandma!" arkan.

Nita's mother was surprised to see Arfan's face that resembled Ezar's. He didn't think there were two similar children.

"This?" mother Nita said.

"That's Arkan, my granddaughter," replied Marisa's mother.

"Limit Ezar" said Nita's mother.

"Yes, we all think so, too" replied Marisa's mother. Not only Mother Nita but everyone who saw the two boys would think twins.

"Is it possible that Ezar did come from this family?" inner Mother Nita. He feels Ezar has something to do with Sebastian's family.

"If Ezar is your grandson, you can meet him and play with him, just so you don't hurt him. He's a good and smart kid like my granddaughter" Marisa's mother said. He knows exactly what Ezar is like. From the first invited to enter the House of Sebastian, Ezar is indeed a good boy, smart and funny. Marisa's mother loved Ezar like her own granddaughter.

Yes, I will not hurt Ezar if he is my grandson" said Nita. Tears fell on his cheeks. Remembering throwing away her grandson.

"Grandma don't cry." Ezar wiped away the tears that fell on the cheeks of Nita's mother who was sitting in front of Ezar.

Nita's mother just smiled. Looking at Ezar who is still a child but can already understand the situation.

***

That afternoon Claudya sat with Mr. Matteo in bed. Claudya looked gloomy to see Ezar playing with his toy with Arkan. Seeing that Mr. Matteo embraced it. There must be something his wife was thinking about.

"Darling why?" ask Mr. Matteo.

"If Ezar is indeed the son of Sora how?" answer Claudya.

Mr. Matteo was silent for a moment. He knows his wife's feelings. For five months Claudya has been nurturing and caring for Ezar, of course, like her own child.

"We still have to tell Ezar who his birth mother is" Matteo said.

Claudya nodded.

"What if Ezar chooses to live with his birth mother?" ask Claudya.

"Darling, we have to be sincere. During this time we also take care of Ezar sincerely as a deposit from God, right?" answer Mr. Matteo.

Claudya's eyes glazed over. He loved Ezar like his own son. Never imagined that Ezar would leave.

"Prophey dear, we can still meet with Ezar, or if his mother allows it, Ezar will remain with us" said Mr. Matteo.

Claudya nodded. He hoped Ezar would stay with him.