He Who Came Back
Mamak Anak Sama Aja's

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The child is still a child already has a child is still a child, for his mother.

“Pak, how can you wait next month.” Mak Duma began his conversation that night while the elderly couple were having dinner.

”Emmm.” Answer Azis and continue.

“Considering you are the same said Lala kemaren when he called it sir.”

Mr. Azis who was enjoying the jengkol rendang processed by hand made by Mak Duma with affection looks not disturbed in the slightest by the words of his beloved wife.

“What I stopped doing sewing, sir, I returned the money of the children sewing students so that we can go directly to Jakarta.” Said the Duma mak who intended to return all sewing fees that his students had paid.

Mr. Azis stopped and looked at his beloved wife who looked very beautiful at her age who was no longer young.

“Eat first, later we talk again.” Mr. Azis replied seriously and the man resumed his dinner happily.

And that's mak Duma when he met the handler, the woman was silent without a word and then continued to eat dinner despite having time to advance her lips for a moment before returning to feed the rice with the jengkol rendang to her mouth.

Just now Azis sir washed his hands and took out a tissue to dry his hands from the remaining water ma Duma had started to open his voice again.

“Pak, so where?” The middle-aged woman's great-grandson again with as sad a face as possible wished for mercy from her husband.

“What Duma.” Replied Azis gnarled while looking back at the beautiful eyes of Mak Duma.

That night Mak Duma did not wear a veil, white hair had begun to spread everywhere even though the eyes of Azis mak Duma remained the only and irreplaceable.

“What I said earlier was sir.”

“Which one? The same king Rani asked to have another sister apparently?” Ask Azis kidding.

“Amang oi, not self-conscious this old man.” Mak Duma replied in annoyance, which was greeted with happy laughter by her husband.

“I mean sir, let us turn back aj..”

“Yes, don't you need to explain again already know me.” Answer Azis relaxed.

“Listen also his father earlier!, continue to whine according to mr.” Ask Mak Duma impatiently.

“Continue it.” Mr. Azis was silent for a moment taking a breath.

“Lak is it you think of Duma wither the feeling of the heart of the person if you turn back the cost of learning to sew the person later, there are those who come from a special distance to learn the same you.”

“Tega you.” Ask Mr. Azis again when he saw his wife was just silent.

“Terus the King was cymana.” Reply the Duma is not satisfied.

“Older he Duma, already pande he thinks which one is right which one is not.”

“Although later I have not existed, not even tomorrow I die, right.you also can be guarded.” Answer Azis relaxed.

“Halah I don't know how to say mr. ni.” Reply mak Duma with a manyun face.

“Can correctly say me.”

“Gak lah, do not want me father leave, say the right prayer good.” Answer the spontaneous duma mak with a slightly upset voice mixed with sadness.

“Why? Can't you live there's no me.” Azis pack fishing rod.

“Ah mana pulak,” Reply mak Duma while getting up moving towards the kitchen carrying their leftover dinner plate.

Mak Duma fishing this time did not work, instead he himself was hit by a counterattack by merciless opponents.

Mak Duma has lost to Pak Azis this time. That's Mr. Azis, never once he was tough on his woman since the beginning of marriage until now.

Mr. Azis more often diverts the conversation than must ban the duma mak directly.

If last night the love of the Duma mother was tested by Azis sir, this afternoon the love of the King is being tested by the Creator.

The man confidently rode the grey 250 cc matic motorcycle towards the school where Yana taught.

Previously he had sent a message to miss Eva teacher Lulu, that he would be a little late to pick up Lulu this afternoon.

Lulu School does start from eight in the morning until twelve but parents can pick up children at the latest at five in the afternoon.

So far the King has never picked Lulu up more than two o'clock, if he had a lot of work he still asked the wak Ipan husband wak Mar to pick Lulu up before two in the afternoon.

Even if there is a mother or father at home Lulu more often not delivered to school, because in fact the King does not want his children to go to school at that age.

Right in front of the gate of the Binaan one High School, he saw Yana, his girlfriend was talking seriously with a mother who wore matching clothes from head to toe.

The king stopped his motorcycle not far from Yana was, it was not nice if it disturbed Yana who was talking seriously with mothers whose makeup was similar to the artist who would show it. The king thought that the mother was one of the guardians of the students in this school.

“Bang.” Call Yana with a smile.

The King's chest pounded violently, the woman's smile was so sweet. Yana's smile almost made her faint because she forgot to breathe the free air given by the creator.

“Helmnya.” Ask Yana seriously.

Again the king felt above the clouds, the King was convinced and believed a million percent that his Yana had returned.

His promise to Lulu will be realized soon, after this he will also call mamak and say that Yana will be the daughter-in-law of mamak. It can be sure also her magical mother will be happy.

The king handed the helmet to the girl without getting off her bike, a smile rising on her face imagining Yana going up in the bonnet of her motorcycle.

“Sorry aunty I first ojeknya already up.” Yana's words to the mothers who spoke to her in a clear and clear voice also those words entered perfectly into the King's ears.

“Tante can drive you dear.” The mother replied, but Yana had gone up to the king who was still in shock because she heard Yana's words.

Ojek, so the King is considered a motorcycle taxi driver by the girl.

“Father aunty I got on ajek aja,” Yana replied again to the mother and this time even Yana's voice sounded more clearly into the King's ear because the woman was now right in the balcony.

“Jalan bang,” great-grandson Yana on King.

“Hah.” The king is still not fully aware of what he is experiencing.

“Payway,” Whisper Yana while pinching King's belly from right side.

“Duhh, aw Yes..” The king answered while grimacing.

“I tan first,” Yana said politely while nodding a little head at the mothers who were once almost her in-laws when the motorcycle that Yana was riding passed in front of the woman.

The king, still surprised by the circumstances, drove his motorcycle carefully and at a slow speed.

“Pick the load, get me down at the front ojek base there.” Say Yana while retreating away from the King.

“Hah, aburin, what a pulp.! can't do it.” The king replied as he drove his bike a little faster.

“Do not go far later jatoh.” The King again.

This is the second time he was worked by Yana this time he will not let go of the woman just like that. Although he was not immediately accepted by Yana at least lunch this time accompanied by the girl.

It's nice that the woman said it was a motorcycle taxi driver even though his appearance was super neat, even before he got to school Yana he had stopped for a while to spray a little perfume on the body.

⁇ ️ to be continuous️️

⁇ ️Love is simple, the complicated is mak Duma.

⁇ ️Jan forgets happy Friend jan forgets smilemmmmmmmmm