Don't Call My Name
S2-Diajarken Sesad

187

The fifth; Alif-Dara, Sakira, Mauza-Sammy again continue his journey after being satisfied to enjoy the panorama at the Kedung Pass rest area.

Want to go wherever the holidays will be, it helps them arrive at the destination first. They need a place to rest because in addition to being tired, now the day has begun to evening. After that, they made a plan. What vacation spots can they go to.

Bada isya, they also arrived at Bistro belonging to the Alif family. They do not rent hotels while there can still be occupied. The goal is none other than to reduce the spending budget.

“I was a kid when I was here know.” Mauza tells Sammy once they enter the Bistro. Observing the adhesiveness of this building design that is so luxurious and contemporary.

Jack; manager Alif always upgrades his Bistro almost every year so as not to be out of date, which could result in deserted visitors. So, rivals in the culinary world are now getting very, very tight.

“Oh yes?” Sammy answered.

“So you remember, Za?” dara asked as she occasionally nodded politely at each employee who greeted her. The atmosphere was very busy and many people passed by. “It's not right here you're still in your thirties, huh?”

“Lupa-forget inget Onti. But yes, that is. Now everything has changed completely.”

“It, definitely. What year is it, Brayy!” Dara wagged her expensive veil.

“Kira, Mami wants to visit Om Razka's house. You do not take off clothes first, yes,” Dara said to the child after he put his suitcases on top. There were three rooms, two large rooms and one was a room containing a small bed. Know, right, whose ration is that? Yes, for Sakira.

“Iya, Mi,” replied the 23 year old girl.

“Mau elbow!” sahut Mauza's.

“You are not tired? This is malem. Good time your husband wants to take a break.”

Mauza turned to her husband to make sure, “No, Sam?”

Sammy looking safe by answering “engga”. He was tired after driving for hours. Hmm what the hell, not for you, Za? Ask the moon in the sky will also be given the Sammy Branch. The picture is but.

“Ya already,” Dara said after Sammy agreed.

They also left after fulfilling their obligations. But this time, the five men left as one car. Because Alif's car was loose after his belongings were taken out.

Razka's home is none other than the home of her parents, the late Hilman and Ratna. Yes, they died a few years ago because of age. Razka already has a wife and children who have entered adolescence.

Dara and Razka are sisters who love each other even though they are far and different. Razka lived a simple life, while Dara married a family that was so that she could live more middle life than her sister.

“Your sister's home page has long been getting narrower, Ni. Ten more years might be able to rapet,” said Alif while driving his car in the alley.

“Sit aja home use Beko if until I can not pass,” reply Dara silly.

This place was still a village. But look, now. All the houses almost stuck to each other. Paddy fields, forests, rivers, increasingly evenly distributed with the number of buildings. How shiny.

Upon arrival at the front of the house, Razka immediately came out to greet her brother who a few minutes ago had told her that they were on their way here.

“Razkaaa!” exclaimed Dara to the sister while hitting the man's body.

Alif shook his head to see it, especially when his wife hung on his sister's body. Not shameless! Inner irritated.

Keladi elders. The older it becomes.

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Dara and Alif are a great couple. One is emotional, but the other never takes it seriously. So want to fuss like anything, both of them still get along again.

Life is so. Husbands and wives are free to get angry and fight each other if they are at odds. But at night, they will still sleep in the same bed. In fact, not infrequently, a couple will end their debate by making love.

“Just don't have to be too taken care of, Za. The problem today, is quite finished today,” said Dara after telling a little experience of her life married.

“Iya, because there are many other problems that have not been solved,” Alif chimed.

“Oh, you are the basic intention of finding a storm.”

“What is the name of the household if adem continues to be less greget ya no, Sam?” Alif asked for an opinion on The Ant.

“Even if you've fought even more love, Om. More ughhh!”

Sakira covers her ears from the eighteen plus-plus sensor chatter.

“Well, right?” Alif feels safe and proud because there are those who support him.

“It looks like all men are so deh, Onti,” Mauza said. “They are not overly sentient beings. The proof, I once fought with Sammy until my eyes were swollen. Uh, the next morning he's got his nanya where his clover kayak never happened anything.”

Sakira laughed until she fell out of her chair. Luckily there is a carpet that hollows its head from the hard surface of ceramics.

“If we turn around, the less sensitive Virgin, Za. Yes, he ...” Alif shook his head while clucking his tongue. Though both are the same, but no one feels and even blames each other.

Dara instantly interrupts, “Dih, sotoy well, your people do too. You never know what I feel. It takes money where if not asked it will not be transferred. Basic stingy. I'll tell you, yeah! Stingy people his grave will be narrow!” dara's speech was very fierce. Like the one who cursed.

Lha, how did you get into the money problem? Alif astonished and inexhaustible with this discussion. Why is almost every woman if fairytale must run not far from the problem of that one?

“What are you discussing?” ask Alit immediately.

“You are stingy,” Reply Dara.

While looking at his wife, Alif added, “ Learn from Eve, the wife of the prophet Adam. She never asked for money with her husband. But still can do aja.”

“Mother Eve lived in an age when, Da? If you think about it first. Today's time just a ride pee just have to come out money red.”

Well, nah. Sammy scratches his head, while Sakira and Mauza look at each other. The two fought again and made their heads throb. Always has. Whatever the language, it must have ended in a fuss. Fuck your mouth until tired.

Quietly, the kids throw codes at each other. Then go alternately to another place on the lower floor.

“People Minang really fought. Those who are invited to debate will have no end. Different if fellow Javanese, they are polite. If anyone talks, wait for the interlocutor to finish. No one dared to shout,” said Sakira intended to tell Papi and Mami who usually do so.

Actually the mother is Javanese, but because they live with people of Minang descent for decades, gradually they become a figure that is equally strong.

Mauza agrees with Sakira's opinion, “Betul, Kira. The Javanese emang kalem. They are indeed very taught from small to be polite to everyone, let alone the same older ones. So despite being attacked by the same tongue, they rarely can fight.“ pause for a moment, Mauza continued, “But make no mistake. They play horrified.”

“What?” ask Sakira immediately. Very curious.

“Live shantet!”

Well, loh!

Seriate.