CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
Paparazi Gang Tight
The arrival of Bagas, the CEO of handsome crocodile incarnation gondrong apparently brought fresh wind as well as a storm among mothers berkaster. Bagas marriage also Dara which is only known by a few people turned out to make some mothers gangs berdaster around the narrow alley of the house of Mr and Ibuk so like to be bibah as good as jidat.
Today the rumor is that Dara married because DP already first. Mr. Sama Ibuk so busy mengurusin the narrow paparazzi gang which mostly comes from among mothers berdaster there. Bapak equally Ibuk plans to win the press conference title on the podium ball field in addition to the same pack RT RW.
Because the news about their daughter has spread from among grandmothers to toddlers. My father and mother were worried, paparazzi berdaster now so often nangkring on the terrace of the front neighbor of the house just to snail the news as well as the motto of the handsome face of a gondrong crocodile to make a poster for the wall of their girl's room. The nangkringnya sometimes carry rice with the same plate complete with side dishes. At first glance they look like mothers of stock who lack the affection of a husband who is again a spoiled camper.
Mr and Ibuk are now in front of the podium, with wisdom also full of appreciation, Mr. who every time make batik clothes immediately so changed a figure full of authority, making mother fascinated also grounded.
"So, the citizens of the riot gang that I love, responding to the less-than-full, uh-happy news about our son, we'll clarify now, we'll clarify now, that Dara and Nak Bagas had a closed marriage approximately two months ago. For that I beg you, no more false news about my son, I have no evidence because their wedding photos have not been printed. Later when it is finished I make posters all I put banners in front of the house so that all mothers understand. So, the audience, my parents are busy all here, some say dangdut not shake like a vegetable without salt is less tasty less tasty...."
All who had heard the explanation of the father became confused himself, because now the father was busy singing his song rocking Inul while rocking drilling. Kontan is now a press conference that was for clarification is now crowded with people who shake drill all with the father as the singer.
While at home, Bagas was lying spoiled with Dara in the room with a new bed. It was after returning from the hospital, Bagas immediately ordered a medium-sized bed because Dara's room was not too wide but still cool for a place of noble rituals.
Bagas' waist and butt are now healed. No longer sick if taken to the road let alone to perform noble rituals with Dara, the pain is also lost instantly if Jeki has met Nyai.
"I'm upset Mas is just as busy here, when I got pregnant first, so you marry me." Dara hit the pillow bolster while imagining the faces of the mothers berkaster again orasi in front of the house while shouting, not realizing there is one chilli stuck in the teeth.
"Yes abis you yesterday asked us to marry very closed. Obviously they are suspicious." said Bagas.
"So you took care of the sisters' mothers?" Dara's already racked her waist.
"No, not to remember." Bagas immediately asked for forgiveness, fearing Betty Lapea rampaged again, he did not want later Nyai pocong oath again. Things Dara will always do if she is sulking on Bagas. Wrapping his body with a blanket to his head.
"Why yes, this narrow alley must be inhabited by mothers who have a great hobby of gosipin children. I'm sprained, Mas. I want to invite them to duel one-on-one." said Dara with eyes that had enlarged her regret.
"Udah, don't think about it, later I announce in the mosque, if we are really already married, use the biggest toa let one of these narrow alleys know, if we are really married, or if necessary let one of these unfortunate cities know as well." Bagas replied while pulling Dara into his arms.
Hearing her husband's flirting, Dara laughed. He played his finger over Bagas' open chest. Bagas grabbed a cell phone, he opened a lot of messages from Doni who reported that Jordi had fainted because he forgot to eat.
"Well, I asked you to feed Jordi on time, Don. What if he really died? I dapet Jordi is hard, I take care of him from just learning to move until he can move himself. Now it's fitting that Jordi so disobey me. You're the same Kevin who often taught him he's not really talking." Bagas was already furious on the phone. Doni immediately made a video call and immediately showed Jordi's condition after the satiety.
"Eh squid, look who? maen aja lo. Lo the same Jordi does like my slander." Bagas directs the camera to the face of Dara who has started to fall asleep with her eyes closed.
"Well, yeah, who does it, Gas." Doni blushed shamelessly. While Jordi who was on her back just grinned at Bagas.
"Dead aja lo Jor, you bastard!" maki Bagas as Jordi is seen laughing at him silently.
"When do you two go home? I've been males ngurusin Jordi, he brought a lot like my maid Onah."
"Propa no matter what, I want to be satisfied with Dara. If there is difficult, Jordi often slander me so I often fast because of the slander Beo. Lagian Dara believes in Jordi. Udah know his mouth Jordi tuh poison all." said Bagas still by staring annoyed Jordi who is now pecking at the cage.
"Eh, Don't please first. My parents-in-law went home." Bagas immediately turned off the video call connection after hearing the sound of his oversized shoes entering the house.
Sounded father and mother sumringah once, Bagas put Dara slowly to the bed and went to the middle room where Father and mother were seen counting money with various types of numbers and colors.
"There's a lot of money, sir, Buk." Bagas immediately sat in front of the two.
"Today's press conference, culminating in a saweran, Nak Bagas. The paparazzi of the narrow alley were stunned to see Mr. rocking drill." Ibuk explained while fanning out two thousand money that was enough to buy fried rice with eggplok.
"Alhamdulillah, may you open love to the money mosque. That's fine, it can be five hundred thousand over five hundred silver." He walked cheerfully away from Bagas and Ibuk to the nearest mosque and put the money directly into the charity box.
"Where are you, son?" ask me after my father disappeared.
"Sleeping, Buk. Kecapean." said Bagas timidly meow.
I just messed up to see her daughter-in-law who was blushing in shame.
"Oalah Nak Bagas reminded Mother of the memory and then the beautiful knitting time of heaven with Father."
The turn of the shy mother meow.