I'm Not a Mandul Woman
Chapter 35.

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In the morning Yulia packed up, to go to work. Today and the next week his work will be lighter because there is a Dila who helps him cook and some houses.

"Thank you, Ms. Dila, often come here, make me even more seneng have a sister-in-law Mbak Dila!" say Yuli while nyomot new fried tempeh drained from the frying pan.

"Admudu, panaas!" he then blew the niup tempe in his hand.

"Huluuu!" greet Angga, who is nearby, who is also eating fried tempeh while hitting his left hand.

"Eat him if the mbakannya again cook assisted, not malesan malesan! play comot aja" said the brother made Yulia not accept.

"Yeee, who's messy, who's not. That was the same bathroom brush that washed his clothes Rima who? Brother Angga?" So who wiped the same old dinner plate last night who? Brother Angga too!" the song that was greeted by Dila's laughter, Angga was scratching his head.

"Your brother is Yul, if his wife is not patient mah, wis mutung, carousel behavior of your brother!" shoot Shila with the accent of her native area.

"Yes, I'm sure it's him!" glanced at Angga, who took his second tempe.

"Ih, this is tempe ojo diganyang, kangge lawuh mas!" Dila's mother scolded her husband, making Yulia stay away and laugh. Angga glared at Yulia not accepting. Look out for you!

"Mom, brother Angga, mbak Dila! Yulia went to work first, Assalamu'alaikum!" pamit Julia.

"Rima, Auntie's leaving first!" this morning Yulia looks so cheerful and smiles a lot.

"Cieee, cieee. I want to find it looks really cool. His face was so bright!!" the Goda mbak Shila. Yesterday when Romi came home, he was asked many questions from his brother and sister-in-law. Yulia was like a defendant in court.

"Ihh, Mbak Shila what the heck, ordinary again. I also have not answered, it is not legal to be a future husband." replied Yulia embarrassed and her cheeks blushed.

"Emang, not answered yet. But from the look on your face already describe the deck, if this is a mah going to say iyess, I accept your proposal, baby! Ahahaha!" mbak Dila laughed so hard. There is no jaim jaimnya nih people! She wiped her wet eyes with the tip of her headscarf. Yulia scowling. Her style looks like a teenager in love.

"I'm going now!" Yulia began to sulk and soon left. But just a few steps out of the yard, seen a motorcycle with a rider who is not familiar to him. Yulia turned to the porch of her house, two couples who teased her were not in place standing.

"Hi, mother! Assalamu'alaikum."

greet the little girl sitting in the back seat tightly clutched her father's back. It is beautiful and fragrant to wear a jacket that covers the body.

"Waalaikum salam.ok morning already here?" wonder Yulia. Help Shila get off the bike, then kiss the cold cheeks because of the morning wind.

"Yul, I want to go out of town this morning with mom. My sister gave birth and I want to send mom there and see the baby. But Shila did not want to come, he said he wanted to play with Rima. I'm gonna drop him all right, this day?" Yulia furrowed her brows.

"Eh, doesn't Shila like baby sisters huh? why not come, baby?" shila who got off the bike.

"If you're with Rima, I'd like to come!" shila's eyes sparkled.

Uh, what's gini?

"Yes, Shila here is just like Aunt Rima." finally did not persuade Shila to follow her father and grandmother.

"If you want to come along, let's all know my sister!" romi said with hope Yulia would accompany him to go out of town.

"But, sir! Let Shila stay here, sir. He was safe with me all day. Insha Allaah!" Yuli felt hesitant if she had to go far, with their circumstances not yet official. Moreover, he just glanced at his neighbor, Bu Nur, was behind the transparent glass mosquito net of his house. He was the neighbor who liked Yulia the most. They don't want to be their material.

"But mother, I also want to rant baby sister!

Yeah.yeah.yeah..yes...!" rayu Shila blinked her eyes and shook Yulia's arm.

"If you may, you invite your friends, let's be Shila's friend play, Yul!"

Yulia worried. However, she can't seem to refuse Shila's request.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma!" yet Julia opened her mouth, and Romi preceded her to say hello.

"Greetings waalaikum!" The astonishment bolt was clearly drawn on that wrinkled face.

"Mom, I want to ask my mother's permission to go to the next town, my sister gave birth. And Shila wants to see her baby sister want her to take Yuli with Rima. Can't ma'am!"

"But, Son Romi...!"

"I went there with mom and Shila if I could take Rima too." Bu Kanti wanted to protest, but after knowing they didn't just go all three made Bu Kanti sigh.

"Yes that. How else, mother will also not hinder if Yulia herself wants to!" Romi immediately crouched down in front of Bu Kanti. The old woman felt shocked by Romi's reaction grasping her hand.

"Thank you Mom, thank you for the opportunity that you gave me and my son to be close to Yulia, my mother's daughter. I promise I won't waste the opportunity you gave me. I hope you bless us so that Yulia doesn't have any more doubts about me." Smell at the back of Bu Kanti's hand. Bu Kanti became moved.

From the beginning he loved this boy.

"But still the decision is in Yulia's hands, not mine, Son Romi." Bu Kanti's left hand touched Romi's black hair.

"Yes I know, but Yulia is very dependent on mother's blessing as well." at that time Yulia and Shila came out of the house. Romi stood up immediately.

"Where?" ask Romi to Yulia.

"Yes, can. Rima's changing clothes!" sahut Yulia's.

"Well, let's go to the afternoon, I'll be waiting!" salami Bu Kanti, and Dila Rima's mother. And Angga, I don't know where.

They waved their hands as Romi slowly launched his motorbike to Shila Rima and Yulia.

They traveled out of town for about three hours. In the endless journey Shila and Rima tell, about anything, the typical talk of children. They often laugh and scream together. It's like a market, rich Romi.

They finally reached their intended place. Modern minimalist style house. Home ornaments are quite unique with interior design is also wah and elegant in the eyes of Yulia. Unlike the houses occupied by Romi and Shila, more to classical architecture. Maybe because of the old house, the relics of their late father.

They entered the house, and Yulia did not know what to say. If he visits the house people usually say hello. This, in front of the entrance has been treated to sal*b, and cymara trees with various decorations and lights.

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mutung \= shoulder, angry

mangkel\= gemes, furious

in ganyang\= in eating without rice

Kangge lawuh\= make side dishes

Connected billihh.....

Someone is still waiting....

Or start getting bored....

Come on and like it don't miss it.

Aishiteru....

Wo ai ni's....