I'm Honey My Son
Yogi Meet Mita

After everything was neatly arranged and clean, Atin closed his vegetable stall. He stepped with Mr. Yogi into his box car.

Atin drove it home, while Mr. Yogi was still curious about what Atin would tell him later.

Just a few minutes later, Atin and Mr. Yogi reached their home. Both Atin and Mr. Yogi directly perform the ritual shower sorenya.

A few minutes later, Atin and Mr. Yogi were on the front porch to enjoy the breeze in the afternoon blowing through the leaves on a shady tree.

"Son, story. I can't wait for what made you smile" asked Mr. Yogi.

"Well, you remember and you're still curious?" goda Atin chuckles.

"Don't play with parents, sin loh," Mr. Yogi pursed his lips.

"Ce ile, cram nech ye," Atin joked again.

Mr. Yogi just kept quiet, saying nothing. But his face was gloomy, his gaze glared far away somewhere.

"Sir, I want to ask you one thing?" ask Atin for approval.

"By the way, use the event to ask permission all," Mr. Yogi is still moody.

"If we had met Mom, what would you do?" ask Atin to investigate.

"Most of all you want to apologize to your mother for past misunderstandings." Answer Mr. Yogi.

"If you have forgiven you, will you go back to you?" Atin again asked.

"Why do you ask so much detail? you never asked until this moment?" Mr. Yogi even asked back while frowning his forehead.

"Don't know why I keep asking? because I want to tell you about the thing that makes me happy has something to do with this," Atin let out a long sigh.

"Oh, I don't understand dech any more. You are old, son. If you want to tell something, just do not be made to twist first," Mr. Yogi frowned.

"alright, sir. I'm sorry, yes" Atin smiled.

"Yes, now I ask you not to be like this again. Now still want to tell a story or still want to just wonder to you?"Mr. Yogi took a long breath.

"I'll tell you, sir. Our search for mother, not in vain. I've found my mother and sister" said Atin sumringah.

"Son, you're not kidding, are you?" Mr. Yogi did not believe Atin's words.

"Astaghfiruloh alazdim, for whatever reason I joke about something as important as this." Atin took a long breath.

"Where did you meet your mother?" ask Mr. Yogi more curious.

"It turns out the mother's whereabouts aren't far from us, sir. Do you want to be with our new offender, Intan?" ask Atin.

"Yes, didn't he come to the kiosk this afternoon and take you to his house?" ask Mr. Yogi to make sure.

"Yes, sir. It turns out that Intan's mother is my mother as well" Atin said.

"Then anyway? so you've been seeing your sister a lot? thank you, God, "Yogi is very grateful.

"Sir, are you going to come back with me?" suddenly, Atin asked again.

"Not necessarily your mother can accept an apology from father," Mr. Yogi bowed lethargic.

"We'd better see mom, tomorrow morning we'll go to mom's house, sir?" atin Pinta.

"I'd like to invite you now, worried father soybean. That's why I propose tomorrow morning," Atin said.

"No cape really, I just want to quickly meet your mother and sister," Mr. Yogi is very enthusiastic to meet with Ms. Mita.

"All right, sir." Atin got up from his seat.

He stepped into his car garage, followed by Mr. Yogi. Soon Atin drove his box car to Intan's house. Just a few minutes, they had reached the apartment owned by Intan.

Coincidentally Intan and Bu Mita were sitting on the terrace of the courtyard. Both of them immediately stood up when they saw the arrival of Atin and Mr. Yogi.

"Mom, is that dad?" tanya Intan made sure when he saw Mr. Yogi approaching with Atin.

"Yes, son," replied Ms. Mita as she continued to look towards Atin and Mr. Yogi.

Before long, they faced each other. Mr. Yogi confronts Ms. Mita. They stared at each other without blinking.

Suddenly Mr. Yogi gathered in front of Ms. Mita, cupping his hands together to apologize.

"Mom, I apologize for past misunderstandings. It's all because someone instigated you. The person who said that if the mother cheated with another man," said Mr. Yogi while continuing to cupped his hands and look at Mita.

For a moment Mr. Yogi told me how he was seduced by his own neighbors who turned out to like him.

A few years ago...

"Thank God, I have finally come to the land. I miss my son and my wife." Yogi grudges slowly get off the ship.

He must have gone to his house to meet his wife and son. But not yet at home, there is one of his neighbors named Sinta, blocking his steps.

"Mas Yogi, just got home?" sapa Sinta smiled flirtatiously.

"Yes, Mba Sinta," Yogi replied, continuing to step on his feet.

"Mas Yogi, stop first dong. I'd like to talk for a minute" asked Sinta with the effect.

Yogi was forced to stop for a moment, because suddenly Sinta also blocked his arm.

"Sorry, Mba Sinta. Please don't be like this, it's not good to see people fall into misunderstanding," Yogi scolded a glance at Sinta's hand that was writhing spoiled on Yogi's arm.

"Sorry, Mas Yogi. I just reflex." Sinta releases her hand checks on Yogi.

"Mas, I'm sorry for you. You work sailing in the midst of waves and storms to find a bite of rice for your child and wife. But your wife never appreciated that. Though Mas Yogi struggle for months," Sinta began to instigate Yogi with his lies.

"What do you mean, Mba Sinta?" Yogi starts to get hooked with Sinta's lies.

"Sorry, mom. Not that I want to interfere in the household, Mas Yogi. I pity Mas Yogi," Sinta bowed listlessly.

"Mba Sinta, please do not convoluted in saying. Because I want to get home quickly to rest," said Yogi ketus.

"Mas Yogi, during the sailing, I often saw Mita bringing in men. Almost every midnight, she does just that," Sinta starts poisoning Yogi's mind.

"Mba Sinta, you can't talk like that. The fall is tantamount to slander" Yogi scolded.

"What am I lying to, Mas Yogi." Sinta tries to convince Yogi.

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