IMPLANTED APPLICATION [EXTREME PROPOSE]
[2] Deviate?

The morning after arriving home, Dirga went out of the room and found a view of Mama who was cooking a lot of food.

He felt inexhaustible when he watched him prepare all the food that spent not five minutes, but made it more than five hours.

Glancing at the mirror near the buffet, his reflection already looked like a zombie. Eyes full of bags with skin that is not as smooth as before.

If Wahda said his friends during school, his face used to be very different from now. Dirga ago, really skinned like a baby's ass. Not without reason, the abundance of softening materials for the child and face, actually fell instantly to him.

Mama really prioritized Dirga after her sister passed away. All the beauty ingredients belonged to women, lotions, and other odors and cleansers, so it fell on him that Wahda called it a lucky mash.

Produce a handsome face with a sweet Korean artist-style face.

Although it no longer applies to now. Dirga returned to being herself with slightly dark skin, and neatly shaved sideburns.

"You don't see Mama as a demon, A'. Wash your face there!" Tell Mama to reach her attention.

"Have washed your face, this. Mom didn't see her son look like this, did she?" His eagle moved with boredom, advancing towards the dining table.

Sitting down and drinking coffee is better.

Dirga came home late in the afternoon, yesterday, as his mood shattered after the most avoided meeting with Novia actually happened. The bodo period is the same as a short holiday.

Out of the station area, not directly to the house, he chose to go around the city of Jakarta using his big motorbike until the call to morning prayers stopped his activities.

It carries out its obligations to the creator before beginning its days again.

After the prayer, he did not go home. Dirga prefers to stop by places that he thinks are fun. Bringing himself along some gifts to give to the less fortunate kids out there. Too many are less fortunate, while the lucky ones are no less fortunate. The world is almost two camps with the poor and the rich who have the same level.

Sometimes, Dirga thinks his pleasure since he was in school is considered strange by some people. Although he actually does not need to bother taking care of others, who in fact do not care about those people at all.

Let it be, Dirga refused to comment more. They let them, themselves must not be challenged.

Only about four in the afternoon he came home and received the anger of the queen mother who had missed him so much, although sometimes also when remembering his request.

Mama always made him a baper by asking for a daughter-in-law.

One thing Mama knows about him, if Dirga is angry and then moves away from home, he will steal order cakes to share with his friends on the street. And what Dirga was really happy about was, they had become people now. There used to be one kid who dropped out of school in the second grade of the junior high. But now, Dirga see he has been studying with work because he did not despair to learn. From there Dirga became proud of them - and of course himself - where he could have a positive hobby to fill the time.

Teenagers actually tend to be naughty, but within normal limits as teenagers.

Sometimes his friends are often confused, why Dirga can always win bets with them, and finally the money collected never seems to fall on himself. Even Rehan often felt sad to see Dirga who not infrequently just ask for food from the provision of Wahda, because the monthly money runs out for the contents of the reward.

So said.

All the past is not lost, the generous Dirga from a long time ago, is still present in him today.

Standing in front of the table, his hands stirred the black sugary coffee to cause high smoke that hit the ceiling of the house. Robusta's scent poked his nostrils randomly. There is a fresh sensation of intoxicating caffeine, as well as a beautiful blend of sweet sugar and bitter coffee.

As bitter as his destiny of solitude.

Ugh, again Dirga baper.

"Not the same level that makes your own coffee." The sacartic insinuation fell into his heart.

How hearty Mama let him feel the pain of his mainstay innuendo.

Dirga clucked when he finished sipping his coffee.

"Still mendinglah make it yourself, rather than waiting for the made, even do not copy. Yeah, no, Cup?" Dirga set his radar on Ucup who was looking at him flat under the seat. I don't know what's on my mom's cat's mind. Maybe he was also mocking Dirga with a flat face as smooth as his toll road.

"You can't just reply Mama, wae, A'. Find a wife really so as not to make your own coffee, plus nyicip your own coffee." Said Mamah again, still focus on piling the foods up high in a closed container that each color is diverse. Not replying, Dirga chose to quietly enjoy his coffee.

I don't want Mamah to eat that food. He didn't even know that Mama would leave at least one bowl for him to enjoy.

"You know, your child likes to eat, it may not be left out," added Mama, like being able to read his mind.

Dirga.

"Mama want to go to the house of Ms. RT first yes, want a funeral." Bright Mama is getting ready with her flagship suit.

Constantly containing the food was placed high on the dining table right in front of his eyes. Although nausea sees how to cook that really takes time, about eating alone Dirga will not refuse as long as it is delicious and does not have to bother making it.

"Rumpi just bothered Mama, tea." grumbled Dirga who arrested Mama quickly.

"What the hell, you?" Tegur Mama's upset.

Let Mama's age be five heads, but her hearing is really as fast as a bat.

"No, Mama is already beautiful to cook. Go to the house of Ms. RT. Later Aa' wants to go to Wahda's house, has made a deal. Same with Saiful. Uh, Rehan is too." Too busy thinking about the bitterness of life makes Dirga so think everywhere until his friends just forget.

"Don't play your mouth, A', find a wife. Playing is not beneficial for people as old as you. Moreover, playing with Mr. RW's son, Si Wahda, he was married to Gibran. It's not good to take someone's wife out." Reprove Mama again.

Dirga clucked, "Ih the Mama yes, the Wahda mah is not like women usually mah. She's a woman in front of Gibran, but she's nothing more than a market thug if we're the same." Clearly original.

Dirga so laughed suddenly considering the stupid face of Wahda when caught jumping the fence, because in a hurry until his skirt torn as far as the thigh. He just ignored it so that the geger was precisely his three friends. Wahda's thighs were smooth until Rehan did not stop sipping saliva. But then Saiful reminded that Wahda's smooth thighs were only an illusion of eyes or de javu for a moment. After that, they dissolved in the excitement of teenagers who ran around bathed in rain water in the complex field.

"Yes, but I know the context. Wahda was not free before. Don't step over Gibran. Ask her permission first," Dirga nodded, "It's definitely Mama. The doctor must have given permission. We just talk at Wahda's house."

"Yes, Mama left first. If you want to eat, then warm it up, huh? Take a shower, A', it's not good to take a shower until the afternoon. Bye, Assalamualaikum." Mom then walked out of the house.

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"Mom, Naira, how old is she?"

"New in six months. The mother bothered to continue to work together, her passion tacked on me as I would."

Mama nodded while looking at the cute face of the girl in Rosmi's lap.

Ah, so nimang grandson, thought Mamah.

Arisan complex is not as famous as the arisan of socialites. Because the money limit is definitely exhausted, while the socialites money like internet promo unlimited a month. Mama really looks cheerful accompanied by many mothers with babies who babble funny in some corner of the house. The oldest mother here, while the others are many young mothers and young grandmothers.

"Wahda said, Your Majesty is coming home, ma'am?" Ms. RW patted Mama's shoulder as she was preoccupied with picking up banana chips made by Lilis tea.

People often greet Dirga with a noble call, because Dirga's previous call was also owned by a complex child older than him. Until then, people who knew him closely or were already very familiar with him, must have called him Noble.

Mamah.

"Yes mom. Must be Wahda's story? I'm sorry, Dirga likes to bother people's wives." Sergey Mama, feel bad about RW's mom.

Mom was embarrassed to ask RW.

"No oruh ma'am, Wahda actually so have a small bodyguard, already big 'nah so not scuffed. Good thing Kang Gibran is, then, tea." Elak Bu RW-Mother Wahda- makes Mama feel relieved.

They laugh together.

"By the way, is there a candidate, ma'am?" ask RW again. This time with a question. Her name is mothers, certainly not far from the sweet herds that are endlessly wry. Mom is actually talking about this.

Why also Dirga had to play with children whose mothers are one arm with Mama, thought Mamah so upset.

"Not yet, still waiting for a turn, which is best inshaAllah," elak Mamah subtly, interspersed with wry laughter.

Stone is indeed a man like Dirga. He's too organized. Must know, good, must be close and who must definitely love-oh one more, must be Kartini woman. For the latter, just know what it means Mama didn't.

"Find me ma'am. Afraid of kayaking Jefri, his son Miss Elmi, even strayed he said." explained RW spontaneously.

Mom closed her mouth in shock.

Deviate? Meaning turn?

Turn her sex orientation? Ow hell!