IMPLANTED APPLICATION [EXTREME PROPOSE]
[4] Conditioning Mama and Curse With Bestie!

Without saying a word, Dirga got up from her sitting position, intending to avoid the continued interrogation of Mama. Although Mama's hand held him, but Dirga reasoned that he wanted to go to the bathroom for the call of nature, so that mama could not refuse.

Reason is just an excuse, in front sometimes it is different to the one in back. Not really going to the bathroom, Dirga also covered the back garden, then reached into his pocket looking for his favorite black square object.

Find Firdaus' number from there. Before long, a voice from sebrang appeared in his hearing.

"Assalamualaikum! What's?! Very disturbing, you Mul! Sleepy, me!" Complain Firdaus with his hoarse voice connected to the phone.

"Valayevansalam ... Uh man kebo, wake up! Maghrib prayers are soon lo. Don't just wet dream!" Ledek Dirga's.

Slowly heard from Paradise.

"Damn it, bacot ah! You know, lo!"

Dirga laughing.

“Why phones?” Firdaus asked in a lazy tone.

"Us, please let me go to the office. Take a week off. Mama's spoiled, pity that the day after tomorrow has to be left."

Firdaus is silent. Then a long breath sounded.

"Lo want to take a two-year leave lo, that?” ask Firdaus to repeat.

"Yes ... I want to take that leave. I'm going to accompany my mom this week. Doi's so hot about it."

Firdaus sounded vaporized.

"Yes, I'll give you permission. Good thing these aren't busy dates, Mul. If not, you'll take a leave of absence."

"Yeah .. once doang. I haven't been on two years' leave." Firdaus yawned again.

"okay-okay. Already, ‘kan? Any other wishes? No yeah? Dah ... don't bother me anymore, sleepy me. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam-" Has not been able to answer the greeting in full, a disconnected serial immediately sounded like that.

Firdaus kebo.

At least one of his worries left Mama already resolved.

One week seems to be enough to change your mood for the better.

"### Wah .. really the Novi."

“Can he make my kind and diligent noble Aerospace save this lamenting his solitude? Patience with Babang Mul.”

Shoot the shoulder with a chew on the chips in the mouth in response to the words of two friends earlier. Dirga can not expect much about the past, since his three friends discuss about his memory of Novia that day, their response is not a strange thing for Dirga.

Here Dirga, sitting in a circle on a fur carpet with a row of four strange-minded people, each of whom was busy enjoying cassava chips with crumbs scattered everywhere. Even the glass containing soda drinks seemed to lie helpless with the contents that came out. Too engrossed in the conversation, so do not realize if this fur carpet is almost formless because it is messy and ugh! Very inhuman.

All four are adults who cannot be said to be strange.

Before asking permission to meet his besties, Mama had not allowed Dirga to leave. But armed with a week off that he submitted to the office already in acc this morning, Mama resigned and allowed it.

And continued on the story of his conversation with Novia at the station at that time, immediately invited the sympathy of his friends.

"Yes yes, Mul, you didn't have to kayak a year ago. Hurry up and find a wife, there!"

It was Wahda who re-added with an annoying smile as usual. The short-haired woman with a big belly was actually acting like an upper middle-class boy who was chatting with his gangs. "No need to be taught, pregnant!” elak Dirga who was met with a hard pound of spicy cassava chips.

"The ant! Spicy, bego!” Dirga immediately misuh-misuh while throwing the cassava wrap in the other direction.

"It can't be that easy, bambang! Mama I must know, whether the person I brought was credible or not. Don't be weird if you give me an idea, Han ... Han.”

Rehan's head was hit by Wahda.

"No need to teach my former future priest, Han. He knows best, the saneest boy in the world can not be equated with playboy change like lo." Dirga clapped to hear Wahda's response quickly. They laugh together while Rehan grieves bitterly on the left side of Saiful who is busy spending the soda red.

They still continue to joke with talk that is no longer there. Sometimes the dirty words that came out of each mouth forced Wahda to hold her stomach as if covering someone's ears. His son does not need to hear the savage talk of his friends who already look like this gangster.

"Eh but Mul, you want me to fight with one of the flight attendants in my airline? Beautiful obviously, still fresh, early twenties,"

Saiful formed two thumbs from his hands.

"Newly officially became a flight attendant about two months. Physical is not in doubt." Saiful again.

Dirga carefully watched Saiful.

Everything won't stop setting me up, Dirga thought.

No one expected people like them, just a little bit of the many people in the world with prestigious jobs out there. It might fit as an ordinary child with above average insanity and courage, who happens to be successful in the future. Recalcitrant is characteristic of children who seek identity, but evil is not at all typical of children.

With their good grades and high standing as the most terrible gang in school, who would have thought they would be great people now?

Dirga who works as a machinist, Saiful who is a pilot, Wahda the former ASN one of the ministries and Rehan who is an oil palm businessman in the village.

The childish nature does not seem to disappear from them. It is absolute, as a small part of enjoying a fast-moving life with many obstacles. Like not expecting that they are no longer teenagers in their teens, but adults in their thirties.

"Gue doesn't care about flight attendants. I don't know why yes, but the woman who works in the meet a lot of people is not just interesting for me." Reject Dirga.

"Well? Novi is not a machinist? Equally field workers who met many people."

"Y-yeah .. if Novia is different. The task is behind the lever of the train, if the flight attendant is more to .. a lot of mingling is to the passenger." Elak Dirga sounds original.

"All right, just excuse me." Wahda elbowed Dirga beside him.

“Fear not being as handsome as Captain Saiful huh, mas-nya if coupled with the beautiful flight attendants?" Kelakar Wahda with face made literate. Dirga directly installs the mode of slumber.

Again, his bitter story was laughed at.

"You're not going anywhere anymore, A'. Mama's gonna go to the customer's house for a second, drop off the cookies,"

Dirga had just returned home at about two in the afternoon, entered the room and changed into more comfortable clothes. Stepping out, he saw the Mama was neat with a hijab and a white dress that made Mama look shining.

"Yes my dear Mama" Reply Dirga made a voice as sweet as possible.

Mama chuckles to pay attention to the behavior of Dirga like a teenager who is still new to puberty with pants limited to the knee, as well as a plain black shirt that is slightly hollow in the armpit. Not unable to buy shirts, Dirga reasoned because the broad shirt is very comfortable and cool to wear.

"Are you sure you don't want to be delivered, Ma?" Tawar Dirga's.

"Yes, it doesn't. Not far away, still around here. Yes already, Mama walk first, yes.” Mom lifted him off the table.

"Yes go, Assalamualaikum." Dirga kissed the back of her hand and then drove Mama to the main door.

She loves Mama very much. There was nothing else he wanted, other than the health and happiness of his mother. After her sister's departure, Mama was the only woman she loved. Emptiness of heart As a man he does feel, but that does not mean Mama's love for him never fills it.

She wanted another woman to fill her heart and love her like Mama. But Dirga is worried if his expectations can not be as high as his expectations about someone who becomes a duplicate of the nature of Mama.

Exist any?