Duda But Perjaka
CHAPTER 2

This chapter has been revised....

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"Mother! Mother!" gandhi was excited when he came home from school.

"Gandhi, what's wrong, son? Dateng-dateng instead of greetings even yell that?" Mother immediately put a water hose used to water various vegetables in the garden.

Mother has a large yard. Before her husband died, many fruit trees were planted. There is rambutan, durian, mango, longan. Every season the harvest of the sale can be to meet the needs of him and his foster children.

Not only that, the land that is still empty is planted with various kinds of vegetables. Of course with help from Uncle Dul. In addition to helping the security of the home, he also wants to help the mother in all matters related to the home. Some crops will be sold, in addition to cooked by themselves.

Gandhi only scoffed, then grabbed Mother's hand and kissed her. "Assalamu'alaikum, Mother," he said slowly.

"Let's wash your hands together and change the uniform first!" mother's orders.

But Gandhi did not want to leave in front of Mother. Still showing off his close-up row of white teeth.

Mother frowned, confused by the boy before her. "Why, anyway?" ask Mother curious.

Gandhi reached into his pocket, and handed over all the brownie sales today without taking a penny. Because he has been equipped with pocket money to ride angkot, also lunch.

"So someone pushed the brownie, Bun. Before Gandhi entered school. Even more money," he said still with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, reserve us today. Yuk buruan enter, change clothes continue to eat ya." Mother received the money gratefully, then took her son into the house.

Every day Gandhi was excited because the same person always bought his merchandise. Chaca always watches from inside the car. He opened the window wide and bent his head.

Unintentionally, his gaze met the bead of the narrow-eyed beautiful girl who was pigtailed in two. The little girl smiled at him.

Gandhi returned his smile while nodding his head, his eyes staring until the car moved away.

"Who is he? That little girl bought it. Ah never mind, whoever buys it, I pray that it will always be given happiness and abundant reserves. Aamiin," murmured Gandhi.

After school, Gandhi always helped Mother shop either for the needs of making cakes or for daily food.

He also often drove Mother to the market to sell her crops. As it is today, he offers rambutan and durian fruit to the fruit traders in the market.

His friendly and polite attitude makes many mothers so enthusiastic about buying everything that the man has to offer. Not infrequently even tempted him to make him a son-in-law.

"Oh, we're with yuk. I have a beautiful daughter. Looks like it fits in with this handsome mother's diligent son."

"I can't do it, Jeng. I have taken the future son-in-law Aminah. Isn't Miss Hanin?"

"Iiih is not necessarily his son would. Just like my son, Dik Gandhi, my son is beautiful, the calm really fits Dik Gandhi."

And there are many more babbles and temptations of super mothers there.

"Duh duh, so the name of the mothers," said Mother Hanin laughed as she shook her head to hear the jokes of the fruit traders. Gandhi only scratched the nape that was not itchy. Want to get back home soon.

Not only that, cleaning the house, helping with cooking, also did not escape the touch of his hands. He always does so with great sincerity.

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