He Who Came Back
Love Does Not Until

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It has fallen down the stairs anyway, it's the right words for the Mahraja the famous lecturer of economics Killer and doubles as the captain of the Faculty of economics.

Somehow his fate in the torture chamber created by his mother's own mother, mak Duma, is at this time.

While Yana is currently playing the word with Lulu.

“Assalamualaikum” the front door of the King's house that is not closed makes guest access without waiting for the master of the house to let in.

A beautiful girl wearing a plisket skirt with a length below the knees in yellow mustard combined with a long-sleeved shirt in cream.

The girl's hair was unraveling beautifully, her face full of make up like a bride-to-be finished the reception.

The girl's lips were polished with red lipstick lit like a perfectly mature paprika color, and was equipped with cats shoes that were also discourse yellow and white in line with the clothes and skirts that the girl was wearing.

“Waalaikumsalam, bu Tita in bu.” There was a sound of wak Mar welcoming the guest in a friendly manner.

Yana could see the girl entering the living room of the house. Yana's heart heats up already almost exploded, she gets stuck in the wrong house and makes her fret.

The woman Yana knew, Masyitah the future wife of the man who yesterday had just seduced her all-consuming even said she wanted to make him the mother of the boy's sweet-mouthed children.

“Father in the bu for a moment I call.” Wak Mar's words to the woman the sound of wak Mar was heard all the way to the dining room.

“Mother, father fit lah.” Monologue Yana.

“Mother tan.” Tanya Lulu who was accompanying him at the dinner table while the other two children of the King were changing their school uniform with the wedge of the house.

Yana was sitting on a chair and Lulu was sitting on the dining table right in front of her.

“Oh it has guest voice mom-mom.” Answer Yana diverts.

“That's onty Tell dad's friend in kampul.” Lulu answered honestly.

“Oh yes.?”

“Iya, said onty titah yuyu antique so son onty titah, but yuyu ga tukak.”

“Child.!” Ask Yana in a slightly loud voice.

“Tazen yuyu.” The surprised little girl replied to Yana's slightly higher voice.

“Eh em anu mean auntie why Lulu doesn't like.” His curiosity multiplied many times, he easily understood the language that Lulu used even though many letters were left behind because basically Yana did like children.

In addition, Yana also has a niece named Idris who is almost the same age as Lulu.

“She's wicked Lulu.” Ask Yana carefully.

“Not, yuyu ga pecker cheek na no kayon.”

“Kayon?”

“Iyaa, new nihh.” Said Lulu as she opened her school bag and picked up the crayon in red from there.

The boy immediately applied the angry crayon to his cheek in a circular manner giving an example.

“Eh no,” Say Yana panicked while removing the wet tissue from her bag, and rubbed the little girl's cheek.

“Yuyu ga mu onty titah so mama yuyu, yuyu want aja.” The girl replied plainly.

Yana just smiled faintly, feeling pity for the child. If this child knows the behavior of his father who likes to tease many inner women Yana upset.

Yana did not hear the girl's voice again until Wak Mar returned to the dining room and brought a heap of heaps of files, Wak mar put the paper on the dining table.

Yana just glanced at the paper questioningly.

“Bu Masyitah just want to inter-duty student bu.” Say Mar to her, as if she knew what Yana was thinking.

“Em.” Yana nodded with a smile.

“Let's bring it to the room at work there.”

“Bu Tita often here yes wak,” Finally Yana asked because she could not stand the curiosity.

“Lumayan often ma'am, sometimes all the children if you can not pick up.” Wak Mar was honest with what he often saw.

“Oh...”.

“Wak says same father and mother Duma I say yes.” Yana said to wak Mar.

“Ate where?” Asked Lulu with a sad face.

“Tante come home first yes, greetings to Brother Lala and sister Lili.”

“Ngan te, play belby first yuk.” Take the little girl to clean.

“Tomorrow yes dear.” said Yana while hugging the child and lowering him from the table.

Yana hurried to the exit of the man's house that she once loved so much.

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“Sitting you.”

“Honest you yes bang,”

“Betul! That's the woman who told me about it with mom yesterday?”

The king is silent, the definition of the word dare to do so must dare to take responsibility must he do this now.

“There's your ear.” Ask the Duma again.

“Duma,” Mr. Azis reminded that his wife was not out of control.

“Be quiet first, look at this father's son.”

“Emm who gini my son.” That's all that came out of Azis sir's mouth.

“Bang.!” Mak Duma raised his voice a little.

“Em i iyya.” Finally the eldest son of the Duma mak raised his head and looked at the duma mak.

“Duma, istighfar.” Tegur Azis sir with a face that does not like.

“Astagfirullah, your khilaf sir.”

“Where is the way you think bang?” This time the voice of the duma mak weakened again.

“In far I go to school still you keep your paok that, furious times I ah.”

“So, he's your ex.” Ask Mr. Azis who is now sitting next to him.

“Ga dating also sir, close by. Just..”.

“What's free.?” Ask Mak Duma quickly.

“Free,”

“What! Ah long time said you ga patient mamak.”

“Duma, be patient first.” Answer Mr. Azis is calming.

“Iya, yes.”

“What's the bang,? Azis asked while patting his eldest son's shoulder.

For a father the eldest son is the family pedestal that should be able to boast of the family.

And all this time the King always makes Mr. Azis feel successful to be a father who educates his son. Never once did his son disappoint.

“Free, indeed I once came to see his father to bed him.”

“Hah, have you applied.” Mak Duma who had been sitting on a dressing table chair now stood closer.

“Duma, Duma sitting hold first.” Mr. Azis, the man who had lived with the duma mak for almost half a century, again calmed his magical wife.

“When is bang,?” Ask Azis patiently.

“Past sir, before I returned home.”

“Then you go home, you marry Mia.?” The impatient Mak Duma immediately grabbed the BBM tub by the fire.

“Duma. shut up first you can.!” Mr. Azis looked at his wife with a sharp look.

“Pak,” Raja reminds his father, because after all for the King his mother is the best and most loved woman in this world.

The middle-aged woman who wore a batik robe with thick hair on the bun on the head took a deep breath and the duma mak who had stood up was back sitting on the dresser chair.

“Recok times, let silence your mama first it.”

The king smiled looking at his mama who was singing lips with an annoyed face.

“Terus why do you want us to match Mia?”

“And did his father accept your application.?” Ask the father again.

“Because, mamak asked me to go home and settle there sir.”

“Why am I,” replied mak Duma defend himself

“Dumaaaaaaa.” The voice of Azis sir sounded soft.

“Dad Yana did not agree with her son I brought to Medan especially before he finished college, his father also did not want if we married and then lived separately.”

“that time is still more than a year longer target he finished his lecture,” Raja took a deep breath and resumed his story.

“While you were hoping for the time I came home, because even I could work there.”

“I promised him back a year later, when he finished college.”

“But mamak same father almost every day match me with Mia, can not I refuse a request mamak, dear times I same mamak,”

“The mother who gave birth to me, the father who raised me to be a person. Cemana cara, I said no to the same mother you asked.”

“I'm a mother's man, my heaven is the same mother.

“Mia, she is a good woman, nothing can be used as an excuse for me to refuse my mother's request.

Mak Duma's eyes began to tear up hearing his son's words, his heart ached.

“Ga also you said same mom there are women you like here bang.” Said mak Duma.

“Mamak wants a daughter-in-law who lives with mamak, while Father Yana does not want to be away from her child.”

“I admit I was a fool at the time, sir. But what else I have to regret is that my life destiny is already.” Said the King with a hoarse voice.

“That time, I called Yana. I said I want to marry.”

“After that I never knew again, until I met him at a campus seminar almost a year ago.”

“Photo that Mia can in your drawer photo Yana?” Ask Mr. Azis confirm his conjecture twelve years ago.

The king nodded, “Tau the same father apparently? Mia who told me?” Ask the King

“Ga there's a word he told or complained to us bang, but father tau.” Azis replied while looking at his eldest son.

“That's my biggest sin for Mia sir,” Replied the King felt guilty.

Mr. Azis looked silent, the Duma mother who was initially so dusty did not dwell in the slightest.

“Dad, aunt Yana wants to go home.” Lala's voice that opened the door of the room without knocking first echoed throughout the room.

⁇ ️To be continuous️️

⁇ ️Paok For Medan people, the word Paok itself refers to the word that is not good, namely 'stupid'.

⁇ ️Amangoi: ouch /god /spontaneous speech on an event/walah.

⁇ ️Jan forgets happy jan forgets the smile of Friend, let bang King aja aja many thoughts, We do not yes.