COUSIN OBSESSION
Chapter 12 Clashes

"Manganese tempe rasane koyo manganese lawuh satee."

I hummed mimicking the chant I heard during lunch at the modest food stall Ms. Siti. Food stalls that from the time I still tail behind my mother until now my mother has been deceased remains unchanged both menu and it feels if the place is now more organized and contemporary.

I deliberately stopped by the stall because I wanted to remember the memories of eating with my mother while driving her shopping at the district market.

"Bewih yang nih...." Said Anis nosy to tease me, from his gelagatnya I already understand that he was rese it must have wanted.

"Mass...." He said again look upset because I'm cuekin. Right now I'm focusing on seeing Kang Bejo and his men are busy installing bricks, while others are making teak frames and some others are installing iron that will be cast. So compact.

"Mass!!!" My sister yelled, getting annoyed because I ignored her.

"Apaan seh dek.mas is not deaf." I answered while looking at him.

"Say to buy a motor matic.when?" He asked a little bit.

"You don't have a holiday anyway, where do you know what kind of motorbike you want." I said as I took a seat near the pile of cement.

"It's been said that matic is matic." Answer Anis sewot start crab mode. Ihh very cute seh my sister is very sweet to wear.

"Yes matic but what brand is the trus model how bocillll?" Tempted him.

"Males ah bocil leak trus I've got a big tau !!" Said Anis hard, really cranky deh.

"Hehehe sorry deck do not snack donk, it's mas already if you want a motorbike yes have bought which one you need." Told caved.

"Mas aza same father who buy if the brand is up to mas." He said with a smile.

"Okey tomorrow I buy a large matic motor that body." I said back to teasing him.

"That's not a big one...Anis wants matic for girls only. Can you please mas?" He said, I just kept quiet.

"Mass...ihh can yes...?.....Massa!!!" His words again display the face of his judges, very similar to the late mother.

"Iyaaaa.ih very noisy...h already there help Bude Marni cook." My ear-shutting style made him laugh, before he entered our makeshift home.

I then pulled out my phone and opened the instant messaging application, because I saw that there were some incoming notifications when I was meeting Mr. Hendra.

Aceng sent several photos of the house from several points of view, the shape of the letter u with several identical room doors looks neat and comfortable. He has even equipped it with his fence.

While Mbak Sari sent pictures of her activities in the hospital to the background of the car which was given Alhamdulillah time to go home...beloved emoticons full of love.

I then pressed the voice call button.

"Hallo mas love..." Apply after the call is connected.

"Mom are you home yet?" My toot.

"It was 11 o'clock, and now it's home." Answer Ma'am Sari.

"It's up to me when to pick me up." Answer's relaxed.

"How about the day after mbak.biar ibuk do not feel lost mbak if I directly pick up mbak tomorrow." I made an offer.

"Up to you just love.Its important you have to pick up and can't mode okeyyyy..." Say

"Yes my dear, I will not modusin you really." I said very softly afraid that someone put an ear.

"Oh yeah, I went to the bank...?" Ask.

"So mbak." Answer's short.

"What is seh?" Ask kepow.

"What is definitely not borrowing money kok mbak, more details tomorrow aza I tell her details.ok boss?" My word.

"Okey. eh mas already well there is a guest mama, I want to make a drink first well.bye mas love mmuacch..." He said then disconnected the call without giving me a chance to answer.

The next day I was with my father to fulfill my promise to buy Anis a matic motorcycle to an official dealer in the county town. The dealer was also where my duck bike was bought 10 years ago where my mother and father were smoothly rizky.

The new rules for buying motorcycles that have to be indent a little disappointed me, but because the motorbike I choose is the latest model product so we are promised the slowest to receive goods in one week only.

Not to forget I stopped by the district headquarters bank where I first opened an account, and Mr. Hendra really kept his promise by giving a copy of my transaction involving Mas Harno's account.

"What file is it, son?" you don't want to borrow money, do you?" Ask your father when we were in the car and I was going to drive.

"This is proof of Mas Harno's crime sir, with this if he doesn't want to return our money, I'll drag him to jail. The corruption of money up to 180 million more is outrageous." I grumbled, while you were silent.

"So that rice field was bought with your money, son?" Ask father as if muttering.

"That's what I don't accept, try if you think the money I sent to the whole father maybe you guys didn't have any trouble making treatment and maybe mom is still alive now." I'm emotional.

"Ah, son, it's all her destiny must be." Said Mr. Sareh, but my emotions could not subside at all.

The night as usual I sat in vc with Mbak Sari who now looks more like me who is her husband. He's not tired of sending it to me if he has to pick him up tomorrow. Though if he thought he was not happy at all living with his in-laws here but asked to be picked up.

In the morning I took a moment to say goodbye to Bude that I was going to pick up his daughter-in-law, and he responded with just three words "Iya ati ati." maybe at that time bude was bothered because of cooking himself in large quantities and no one helped him.

Somehow my heart was so happy when I imagined I would meet Mbak Sari again, not forgetting I stopped by the center by the municipality to just buy a hand.

before entering the toll I had asked Mbak Sari to share his home in Ambarawa.

An hour later I had started crossing the road to Mbak Sari's hometown via Bawen. And half an hour later I actually arrived in front of his house. But I feel a little strange with a box car parked outside the fence of the house Mbak Sari.

I was just about to open the car door when Mbak Sari came out of the house to welcome me but I was surprised by the figure who accompanied him later, Mas Farhan turned out he was here too.

Disappointed yes bad mood I don't know what else I feel at this time that obviously I don't feel hockey at all in this place.